Retrieval Frisk groans, their eyes fluttering open as the low murmur of conversation reaches their ears. Must've been one wild trial. Is this what being hungover felt like? More importantly, why did they feel hungover? "Ugh, Papyrus, who are you-" Their eyes widen--not that it helps much--and they take in their new surroundings. "Papyrus!"
Getting to their feet and stumbling through the crowd, the strange, yellow-skinned child with brown hair and a pink shirt that proudly proclaims "COOL DUDE!" stumbles through the crowd, muttering, "Sorry, excuse me, coming through, looking for a skeleton, has anybody seen a skeleton? Where am I anyways? Who are all you- Woah!" Frisk comes to the window and gawks out at space. It was at times like this that they wished that they hadn't been so stubborn about getting glasses. But still... where was Papyrus?
Curti Center Frisk wanders aimlessly through the Curti Center, wincing at the bright light. It was all so... future-y. And not crazy "I am going to kill and/or torture you in the most horrible way possible" like in Hotland. It would've been nice... if they could still save and load. After three days Underground, it would take some time to get used to not having the world's best safety net. Too busy people-watching the crowd and aimlessly worrying to pay attention to their surroundings, Frisk trips over somebody's shoes. They pry their face off the ground and look up at whoever they tripped over, smiling cheesily. "Are you gravity? Because I'm falling for you," they say, waggling their eyebrows and making finger guns.
Random Encounter "Nope nope nope nope nope!" Frisk yells, running at top speed away from an angry monster, springboarding from tree to tree and grinding down logs as fast as their sneakered feet can take them. Thank the stars for the ninja job that they took, because if they didn't have the asterisk Frisk was fairly certain they'd be dead meat.
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Frisk groans, their eyes fluttering open as the low murmur of conversation reaches their ears. Must've been one wild trial. Is this what being hungover felt like? More importantly, why did they feel hungover? "Ugh, Papyrus, who are you-" Their eyes widen--not that it helps much--and they take in their new surroundings. "Papyrus!"
Getting to their feet and stumbling through the crowd, the strange, yellow-skinned child with brown hair and a pink shirt that proudly proclaims "COOL DUDE!" stumbles through the crowd, muttering, "Sorry, excuse me, coming through, looking for a skeleton, has anybody seen a skeleton? Where am I anyways? Who are all you- Woah!" Frisk comes to the window and gawks out at space. It was at times like this that they wished that they hadn't been so stubborn about getting glasses. But still... where was Papyrus?
Curti Center
Frisk wanders aimlessly through the Curti Center, wincing at the bright light. It was all so... future-y. And not crazy "I am going to kill and/or torture you in the most horrible way possible" like in Hotland. It would've been nice... if they could still save and load. After three days Underground, it would take some time to get used to not having the world's best safety net. Too busy people-watching the crowd and aimlessly worrying to pay attention to their surroundings, Frisk trips over somebody's shoes. They pry their face off the ground and look up at whoever they tripped over, smiling cheesily. "Are you gravity? Because I'm falling for you," they say, waggling their eyebrows and making finger guns.
Random Encounter
"Nope nope nope nope nope!" Frisk yells, running at top speed away from an angry monster, springboarding from tree to tree and grinding down logs as fast as their sneakered feet can take them. Thank the stars for the ninja job that they took, because if they didn't have the asterisk Frisk was fairly certain they'd be dead meat.