The clearing was quiet, the air still. Two children stood before you. One wore a green-striped sweater, their gaze calm but searching, they asked gently.
Frisk looks at you, curious but cautious, their hands clasped Together.
Frisk: "You... who are you?"
Chara steps forward, their expression unreadable, a shadow in their eyes.
Chara: "How did you get here?"
Frisk tilts their head, a soft frown forming.
Frisk: "Are you lost?"
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