Huh. No barrier. No war. That sounds...pretty awesome.
...A teacher and a florist. A swell of fondness cuts through the urgency--that really fits them. Frisk hopes they're happy.
They wonder what happened to the rest of the humans, though. Where's Chara? Where are the dead kids, presumably not dead? Where's this world's Frisk?
Anyways.
'...Maybe sometimes?' There were a couple times when they felt like they were being influenced. Not going to FIGHT Toriel, which'd make sense for Chara. The video tapes in the Lab, which they kept trying to get away from with Chara too, but thought their own curiosity overwhelmed them. 'I mostly felt like me the whole time.'
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...A teacher and a florist. A swell of fondness cuts through the urgency--that really fits them. Frisk hopes they're happy.
They wonder what happened to the rest of the humans, though. Where's Chara? Where are the dead kids, presumably not dead? Where's this world's Frisk?
Anyways.
'...Maybe sometimes?' There were a couple times when they felt like they were being influenced. Not going to FIGHT Toriel, which'd make sense for Chara. The video tapes in the Lab, which they kept trying to get away from with Chara too, but thought their own curiosity overwhelmed them. 'I mostly felt like me the whole time.'