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Waterfall wasn't that different from what Frisk had expected. The walls were a dull limestone, the ground's consistency slightly sand-like. A small waterfall from above was gently splashing down the sides of the cliff. A monster was relaxing in a nearby sentry station.
I could use some information, thought Frisk, approaching the monster.
"Hey there," they greeted. "I'm new here and—"
"Yeah, I know," said the monster. "Ya didn't hear this from me, but... I saw Undyne stormin' past here just a few minutes ago. Word on the street is..." He leaned in close. "There's a human in the Underground."
"Huh," said Frisk, trying to play it off. "That's good."
The monster shook his head. "Friend, I know you're the human."
"That's me," said Frisk blankly. "The human."
"But, the way I see it is that if I don't get involved, it isn't my problem. So, I ain't gonna get involved," he said.
"So, can you tell me anything useful about Waterfall?" they asked.
"Absolutely, friend. Ya see, Waterfall is a sort of half-cavern, half-industrial area. Potland—" Frisk suppressed a snicker. "has been gettin' some major tech advancements as of late, and it's been kinda leakin' into this here settlement."
"So, should I be on the lookout for automated sentry guns?" asked Frisk sarcastically.
The monster waved it away. "Nah, nah. Not here. Potland? Yeah, watch your back. Also," he added conspiratorially, "I hear the Royal Guard's lookin' to put more guns on the street. Y'know, so people can knock down a human real fast. 'S a real 'shoot first, ask questions never' agenda they got goin' on there."
"Anything about the environment?"
"Natural camouflage, friend. Lots of tall sea grass and dark areas. 'S a nice place to live," he insisted. "It's cool, it's quiet, it's got a nice climate, rains a lot. 'S probably the best life for me, but one monster's treasure is another monster's trash as they say."
"Got it. Thanks. By the way," they added, "whose sentry station is this?"
The monster adjusted his sunglasses, a bit of an unnecessary adornment considering the frequent rain. "Sans's. You shouldn't hang out with that arsehole. He's slippery, he's slimy, he's scummy. Nothin' good will come of it if ya do."
Frisk narrowed an eye at him but decided to leave it alone.
"Yo!"
They recognised the voice as that of the armless monster they'd met in Blowdin. "What is it now?" they grumbled.
"Yo, have you seen Undyne?" he asked excitedly. "Man, I wanna grow up to be just like her!"
"Why'd you need to tell me that?" asked Frisk.
The kid shrugged. "Dunno. But, y'know, keep an eye out for her! Lemme know if you see her!"
"Will do," they replied dully. Then, under their breath: "I'll get her to send you my severed head. Maybe she'll be kind enough to suck out the insides for you."
"Huh? What was that?"
Frisk didn't answer him, instead crossing the room to the SAVE point that was twinkling near the sentry station.
* The landscape of Waterfall fills you with determination. HP fully restored.
* File saved.
Are you running out of ideas already? asked Frisk.
The voice gave an indignant noise in response.
They entered the next room. A large waterfall was pouring down, large rocks falling from random places.
I suppose this is some kind of death-trap, thought Frisk. They splashed through the fast-moving water that was desperately trying to push them away. Out of the corner of their eye, they noticed a small gap behind the waterfall. A neat little hidden room was to be found.
A dusty tutu lay on the ground, abandoned and forgotten. The voice cleared its throat, and gave some information.
* Dusty Tutu (+10 Defence)
* An old dusty tutu. It appears to have nicotine stains on it.
Frisk shuddered. In the same vein that they would not wear a skull necklace, they would absolutely not wear a tutu. They didn't dance anyway. Although, they would be pretty well cut-out for it, with all the dodging they'd had to do so far.
* Come on. +10 Defence is pretty good.
No. I'll look ridiculous!
* Fine. See if you change your mind when you die.
Alright, alright. Sheesh, thought Frisk, picking up the tutu and slipping into it.
They looked down at themselves, cringing with embarrassment. Well, at least it's not pink...
It still clashed horribly with their purple and blue striped shirt, and the black coat Sans had given them, but they could put up with it. At least until they found something better.
Still, they reasoned, exiting the room that closely resembled a ten-dollar take on the Indiana Jones boulder scene, I can't imagine how it's possible for items like a necklace and tutu to raise my defence. This isn't a video game, after all...
* Video game or not, you'd be surprised at what people can do to an ordinary item.
Are you going to introduce yourself or what? asked Frisk, irritated by the lack of explanation.
No response was forthcoming.
How did it ever come to this? As they always say, the first sign of insanity is wearing a tutu, thought Frisk, forcing a smile.
The voice sounded like it wanted to comment on their dimwitted humour, but kept their trap shut for the moment.
Frisk hurried onward. A large patch of sea grass stood before them. They tried not to rustle it as they stepped through it. Obviously, they hadn't been good enough, because, not a moment later, they were treated to the sound of someone charging an energy spear.
They immediately dropped to the ground, their heart thrashing violently in their chest. They covered their mouth with their spare hand, trying to slow their breathing at the same time. They waited in sheer terror to know whether they'd be found or not.
The sound of a large metal boot clanking against the ground reverberated through the area.
* If I were you, I'd be getting ready to fight back.
Just shut up, okay? I can't handle this.
The spear was buzzing in the air, the sound practically crawling up their spine.
Clank.
Frisk stifled a whimper, curling into a ball amongst the sea grass.
* Stop being such a crybaby. If you're not going to fight, start running. You've got no other options.
Frisk wasn't even listening. They were just waiting for spears to start flying at them.
The spear's buzzing faded. The person's footsteps got quieter and quieter, until Frisk couldn't hear them anymore. Then, they picked themselves up, ready to continue despite the close call.
* Tch. Lucky bastard.
Love you too, Frisk answered absentmindedly, strolling through another patch of sea grass.
"Yo!"
I swear to God if I hear that one more time, I'll—
"Yo, man! Did you see that? It looked like she was gonna throw that thing! Man, unlucky you didn't see her."
"Seriously, leave me alone," said Frisk, not even bothering to look at him.
"...huh? Yo! Where are you going?"
Thankfully, the kid didn't follow them. Which was good, because Frisk couldn't have them tagging along, especially when they looked up to the person who was hunting them.
The next room had a large gap of water separating them from the other side. There was a small cut out section that housed four strange seeds. Luckily, the sign on the wall (weirdly lit by tiny LED lights on the sides) had an explanation.
These are Bridge Seeds. When four are placed in a straight line, they will bloom, forming a bridge which the user can cross.
Frisk tossed them into the water, watching them slowly float towards the other side. When they each made contact, they bloomed spectacularly. However, they didn't entirely trust the stability of the bridge. They tentatively placed a foot on the bridge, slowly putting their weight on it. Nothing happened. They took a step forward. Nothing.
Why don't humans have things like this? wondered Frisk as they crossed the bridge.
Again, it sounded like the voice badly wanted to comment, but didn't.
Entering the next room, which seemed to be another Bridge Seed puzzle, Frisk took a moment to appreciate just how nice Waterfall was, aesthetics-wise. This room had no roof, so they could see much more of Waterfall. To nobody's surprise, they saw waterfalls off in the distance, huge, towering stalagmites, and a ceiling littered with precious gemstones. All of this set to a beautiful blue backdrop.
* Like it?
They were snapped back to reality. Yeah, I guess. It's much nicer than where I came from.
The voice gave a noise of acknowledgement but didn't say anything else.
I guess it isn't so bad having you here, they thought. I mean, at least I've got someone to talk to. Someone who doesn't want to disembowel me, anyway.
* Might want to think again, partner.
Huh? asked Frisk, before noticing the large monster blocking their path. It sported a long, winding tail, and a twelve-pack. A mane of lustrous brown hair swept over his shoulders.
"Uh, hiya there. Mind movin' out of the way, pal?" asked Frisk.
The monster's response to this was to pull their SOUL out.
Frisk shrugged. "Okay. Guess I gotta fight you. Fair enough."
* Aaron flexes in!
* FIGHT | ACT | ITEM | MERCY
* Check | Flex | Shoo
* AARON - 24 ATK 12 DEF
* This seahorse has a lot of HP (horsepower). All his attacks are harder to dodge at the bottom.
"Check all you want!" he winked, eliciting a shudder from Frisk.
Muscular arms came out of nowhere, moving towards them. They noticed how the left row came later than the right. Once they got the pattern, it was easy to dodge.
* Smells like an underwater barnyard.
* Check | Flex | Shoo
* You tell Aaron to go away.
"Feisty, huh?" he winked.
"Weirdo," muttered Frisk, as comically large sweat bullets came spiralling towards them. This proved no challenge.
* Aaron is sweating bullets. Literally.
Well, I've only got one more option.
Frisk flexed their arm at Aaron. His eyes narrowed, and he flexed twice as hard back.
* ATTACK increases for the both of you.
Sweat bullets came raining down on Frisk. They skilfully dodged each one.
* You flex harder. Aaron flexes thrice as hard. ATTACK increases again.
Shame it won't make his attacks hit me, thought Frisk, dodging the muscular arms again.
* You flex. Aaron flexes very hard... so hard that he flexes himself out of the room.
* You won! You earned 0 EXP and 30 GOLD!
Well, that was certainly a disturbing experience, thought Frisk, glancing down at themselves again. Must be this damn tutu. The sooner I get it off the better.
* Oh, come now. Don't blame the innocent tutu for this random encounter.
Just shut it.
They couldn't help but notice the sign on a rock in the middle of a pond. So, they tossed the Bridge Seeds in there and went over to read it.
Congratulations! You failed the puzzle.
Frisk went and rung the bell. The seeds returned to their original starting points, but not for long. Frisk tossed them in a different body of water that actually lead somewhere. It was just a simple room with a park bench...
...or so they thought. Underneath it, they found a quiche still in its tin. Amazingly, it looked like it was still good to eat.
* There's an abandoned quiche under the bench. Take it?
Eh, what the hell. Sounds good to me, they thought, picking up the quiche.
* It's a psychologically damaged egg-and-spinach pie. Heals 34 HP, but has some serious trust issues.
Frisk laughed. "Okay, that one was out of the blue."
They placed the quiche in their pocket, chuckling once more. "Psychologically damaged..."
After calling the Bridge Seeds back and forming a bridge again, Frisk hurried through the doorway to the next room — and probably next puzzle.
Their phone rang. They glanced at the caller ID. It was just a random number. For a moment, they actually thought it was Toriel, calling to see if they were okay. They hurriedly picked up.
"HELLO, HUMAN!"
Frisk's heart sank. It wasn't her after all...
"How did you get this number?"
"OH, I JUST DIALLED EVERY NUMBER SEQUENTIALLY UNTIL I GOT YOURS!" he said dismissively. "ANYWAY, I CALLED YOU TO ASK... WHAT ARE YOU WEARING? I'M ASKING FOR A FRIEND."
Frisk scowled. "What's this friend's name?"
"UM... WELL, YOU SEE—"
"Ah, forget it. I'm wearin' a... polka-dotted shirt and a really dumb, goofy hat," they answered.
"AH, THANK YOU! UNDY— I MEAN, MY FRIEND WILL BE VERY PLEASED!" he said, before hanging up.
They stuffed the phone back into their pocket, sighing.
I really miss her. I wish she'd call, or even send a letter...
They thought about calling her, but decided not to.
I guess it's for the best that she doesn't call me. I'll only break her heart, won't I?
* Don't take it personally.
I wasn't going to.
They saw an Echo Flower up ahead. Once they got closer, they noticed a sign displaying the words "WISHING ROOM". Some small gemstones sparkled in the ceiling.
They leaned in towards the flower, hesitating for a moment, then saying, "I wish I could meet this weird voice that keeps talking to me."
The voice snorted.
* Really? That's your wish?
It's the only one I have right now, asides from hoping I don't die, Frisk shot back. The voice immediately fell silent.
The rest of the room was extremely beautiful. The only thing not beautiful about it was the great many Echo Flowers that filled the room from all sides. Their voices meshed together into a haze of white noise, leaving few words understandable.
"What's your... going to laugh... won't... see the surface... my dream too..."
"Yesterday, I... the store... a weird-looking..."
"Tell me... aspiration... not what I was expecting..."
I know this room contains everyone's hopes and dreams, but it's really pissing me off.
Frisk stumbled across a telescope pointing at the ceiling. Thinking it was a puzzle, they got down on one knee and peered through it. All they saw was the ceiling. They adjusted it a little, turning to one of the sparkling gemstones in the ceiling. A cleverly disguised was written message on the lens. Check north wall.
They left it behind, not noticing the red ring around their eye.
They headed north, just seeing a wall. They gave it a kick, and the wall crumbled.
Huh. Either I'm stronger than I thought or that wall is extremely weak.
Frisk pressed on, brushing a few large plants out of the way. They seemed to be on a jetty constructed mostly from wooden planks. More LED-lit signs lined the walls. One talked about 'water sausages', which were the most common plant in Waterfall. This left Frisk only wondering if they were as edible as a sausage, or just that they resembled a sausage.
The others talked about the war between humans and monsters to a fair extent. Frisk ignored them. It was nothing they hadn't already heard from Toriel.
A raft was docked up ahead. Frisk gave it a nervous glance. Surely that wasn't the only way forward?
It certainly seemed so. So, they untied it from its moorings and gave it a shove, jumping onto it as it began drifting off. Frisk lay down, spreading out like a starfish.
* What are you even doing?
Trying to evenly distribute my weight so I don't sink, Frisk snapped.
The voice snorted. Frisk paid it no mind.
Despite Frisk's worries, the ride went smoothly. Not wanting to upset the raft, they slowly inched their body towards the jetty where they had docked. Once they had gotten onto their feet, they hurried through some sea grass, trying to make up for lost time.
The lighting in the next room was oddly dramatic. They tread carefully, feeling uncomfortable. This room didn't seem right. There were large stalagmite pillars over to their left, and enough room for someone to hide behind them.
Their SOUL was practically dripping with anticipation. They were ready for whatever was going to happen.
A blue energy spear landed in front of them with a loud thwack. They bit their lip, their gasp somewhat muffled. They took a quick step back, looking over at the pillars. Someone in a suit of armour was standing there, gripping a spear in their hands.
What? No dramatic sting? thought Frisk, taking this as their cue to run.
The person hurried after them, throwing a hail of spears at them. Frisk didn't bother looking back to see where the spears were, they just kept running.
Besides, the one time they did look back, it looked like they were charging a Mexican armada of spears.
Spears flew past them, most hitting the water with a plunk, some embedding themselves in the cave walls. They were barely aware of them; only the sound of their boots hitting the ground rhythmically.
There was a large patch of sea grass up ahead. Not the safest place to hide, but what other option did they have? Adrenaline still coursing through their veins, they sprinted towards it...
...just as they felt a spear skim their arm. Or at least, it looked like it skimmed their arm. A wicked electrical current passed through them for a split-second, making them drop to the ground.
"No... no!" shouted Frisk, their hands scrabbling at the wooden floor.
* Get up! the voice shrieked. Get up, you idiot!
I'm trying! Frisk retorted. They were, they really were. After all, the tell-tale sound of energy spears being summoned is a great motivator. They got to the feet just in time for the spears to slam into the ground where they were lying a moment ago.
They hurried toward the grass, diving into it. They lay in wait, just praying that the person wouldn't find them.
The clanking of metal boots reverberated through the area, a sound that was still enough to raise the hairs on the back of Frisk's neck. They got closer and closer...
Then, the person plunged their hand into the grass. Frisk stuffed their sleeve into their mouth, silencing their gasp.
It was their lucky day, it seemed. The person had pulled out the monster kid. He was starry-eyed, face-to-face with his hero for the first time ever.
The person dropped the kid in disgust, stomping away. Frisk breathed a large sigh of relief.
Stepping out of the sea grass, they were once again halted by his voice. "Yo! Man, did you see that? Undyne just... touched me!"
Frisk suppressed a snort at his choice of words.
"I'm never washing my face again!" he said excitedly. "Man, if only you were just standing a little bit more to the left. I'm sure you'll get to see her soon enough!"
He rushed off, tripping over and face-planting into the dirt.
Well, so much for never washing it, thought Frisk.
He quickly recovered, flipping himself back onto his feet and hurrying off.
Frisk slumped to the floor, their body now noticing the pain. It didn't bother them that much; they had learned to resist, but they still looked to their shoulder, seeing the tear in their coat that was stained with blood. They removed it, looking at the place where the spear had made contact. It was bleeding; not profusely, but not lightly either.
They reached into their pockets, withdrawing the sticky gauze. They didn't trust what was on it, so they decided to use the other side instead. They pulled their shirt over their head and set to work with the dressings.
It was done and dusted in a few minutes. They slipped their shirt and coat back on, and got to their feet again.
* I wasn't going to mention this, but that telescope you used earlier painted a ring around your eye.
Frisk reached a finger to their eye, rubbing it there for a moment, before withdrawing it. Some paint had gotten onto it.
That could only be... Sans, thought Frisk, groaning as they furiously rubbed at their eye. Bastard.
The next room had a short-legged table with a slab of brightly-glowing pink cheese encased in a crystal on it. An Echo Flower sat next to it. A SAVE point was shimmering in the corner.
* Knowing that one day, the mouse might find a way to break the crystal and retrieve the cheese... It fills you with determination. HP fully restored.
* File saved.
Frisk cocked their head in the direction of the mouse hole near the cheese. Is this another running joke as well? Because I'm starting to get sick of it.
They headed off, ignoring the Echo Flower's repeated chants of 'hello, hello'.
In the next room, they noticed Sans sitting next to a telescope and Dimensional Box. He was snoring theatrically, occasionally mumbling 'death to the infidels' to himself. Frisk tapped him on the shoulder, rousing him from sleep.
"oh. 'ey, hombre. say, is that a tutu you're wearin'?"
Frisk gave him a look that clearly said 'please don't ask'.
"ya look pretty worn out," he commented. "'dyne chasin' ya with spears does that. howsabout'cha try my premium telescope?"
"I think I've had enough of your telescopes for one day," Frisk replied, pointing to the flakes of dried paint around their eye.
Sans chuckled. "heh. ya got that right. although, i've heard glasses are in style, not monocles..."
Frisk rolled their eyes. "Oh, shut up."
Sans did as he was told, only speaking when Frisk asked, "So, how's Papyrus?"
"he's fine," he replied, somewhat forcefully. "'dyne's furious that he let a human escape, though."
"Is he going to get fired?"
He shook his head. "nah. he's important to 'dyne, because he's spent time with ya, so he can give her the 4-1-1 on ya."
Their expression darkened.
"she practically turned grillbz's place upside down when she was askin' if any o' us saw ya," he said, pulling a joint out of his pocket and lighting it. "relax, nobody snitched. it's amazin' what a beer gets ya."
Frisk smiled a little.
"don't worry yourself, hombre," he said reassuringly. "i got your back."
"I highly doubt that, after your antics in Blowdin," said Frisk.
Sans just shrugged.
Frisk headed through the wood-lined doorway next to him. The Nice Cream vendor had set up shop there. Some ancient glyphs had been defiled with a list of twenty-one flavours.
"Oh, hey," said the vendor. "You're that kid from Blowdin, right?"
"Yeah," replied Frisk. "How are ya?"
He shrugged. "Good, I suppose. Your advice has been paying off. I stopped buying weed and smoking it—"
That's a relief.
"—instead, I've been buying weed and making Nice Cream out of it. It's been a huge success! Everyone loves it!"
I'm not really sure how to feel about that.
"That's... good! Good for you!" lied Frisk, trying to sound happy for him.
"I know!" he marvelled. "Who knew such a stroke of genius would save my business? And I owe it all to you, kid. I'll never forget your words of wisdom."
"Ah, sheesh. That really isn't necessary," Frisk answered.
The vendor just smiled fondly. "Tell you what, buddy. You can have some free Nice Cream right here, right now for all the help you've given me. Your choice of twenty-one flavours," he added joyfully.
Frisk was not about to refuse ice cream, especially free ice cream. "If you've got chocolate, that'd be fine, thanks."
The vendor dug around in the chilled box, retrieving a bar of ice cream. It still had bits of ice on it.
"Here you go, one Nice Cream, on the house," he said.
"Thanks," said Frisk, putting it in their pocket. It'd be too cold to eat straight away. "I've got to run now. See ya later."
"O-oh, but... before you go, I have something for you," said the vendor. He plucked a small card from a box on the stand, handing it to Frisk. "It's a punch card. Y'know... tell your friends."
Should I tell him that's not even what a punch card is? thought Frisk. Nah. He'd probably keel over and die.
"Yeah, sure. Well, later," they said.
The vendor smiled and waved at them as they hurried off. Frisk took a quick glance at the card in their hand. The words 'please... please come back' had been scrawled on it in messy handwriting.
Huh. Aren't these the ones that Toriel's ex keeps leaving in her mailbox?
They carried on, taking the next doorway they saw. The room it lead to was breathtaking. The land was a scorched black, the water glowing light blue. Small particles of spent magic were rising out of the calm waters. This room just made them... so relaxed.
A monster was sitting off to the side, fretting about something. Frisk sidled up to them and asked what was wrong.
"Hi. I'm Loren. What is 'the water'?" the monster asked. "People move to Waterfall to find 'the fucking water'. Can you touch it? Can you eat it?"
Frisk burst out laughing. So that's why they call it Waterfall, huh?
"Can you kill it?" Loren was wondering. "Are you the water? Where can you find it?"
Frisk managed to stop laughing long enough to say, "Try looking in the sink."
Loren just looked confused as they walked away, chortling.
There were a few Echo Flowers in this room, although these were silent. More LED-lit signs adorned the walls, mostly talking about the first few weeks of the monsters' imprisonment. It stated that "Our first few weeks were hard. Barely anyone could believe that the surface had been taken away from us. For years we had lived peacefully alongside humans, yet now here we all were, trapped underground." Frisk would be lying if they said they didn't feel a huge pang of sympathy for the monsters. It seemed hugely unfair.
"It sure is."
Frisk snapped out of their mental wanderings, looking around for the source of the voice. They noticed someone across the room, sitting against a large rock. Their legs were dangling off the edge. They were watching the particles float away with a peaceful expression on their face.
Frisk cleared their throat, crossing the room. "Excuse me."
The person tilted their head to the side. Now Frisk could see their face. Their skin was pale, though oddly translucent, their cheeks rosy and their eyes a piercing red. They wore a long-sleeved green shirt with a cream stripe through it, brown shorts, and long brown socks. Golden flower heads were scattered amongst their somewhat messy brown hair. Frisk nearly rolled their eyes. Sheesh, that's a lot of brown. Speaking of Frisk, they looked about their age as well.
"Greetings, Frisk," they said.
"How do you know my—" Frisk started, but the person raised a hand, silencing them.
"I've been by your side this entire journey," the person said. "You've been an... interesting partner so far," they added, with a smile.
"What are you even talking about?" asked Frisk.
"I've been the one narrating everything. Every battle, every item, every situation you've found yourself in. That voice is me. Chara."
Frisk swallowed. That name sounded awfully familiar to them. "Wait, aren't you—"
Chara wasn't listening. They had gotten to their feet, their gaze fixated on Frisk. "You're looking good, partner. A little shaken up, but nonetheless good."
Heat crept up Frisk's neck. They weren't even sure if they were flirting, yet it still embarrassed them.
Karma really is a bitch, huh?
"Okay, okay. So, you're a voice in my head that can now appear as a human. This is perfectly normal," said Frisk.
"One, it's not that I appear as a human, it's that I am. Two, not just now, I always could," said Chara.
"Why didn't you show yourself earlier?" asked Frisk, a little irritated.
Chara shrugged. "I'm not that important."
"What makes you say that?"
"It's kind of hard to explain," they answered dismissively.
"Do you want to try?"
"Not really."
"Do you mind if I rest for a moment?"
"Take your time, partner," said Chara. "It's not like you're in danger or anything..."
Frisk rolled their eyes, not even bothering to tell Chara to shut up. They sat down, motioning Chara to do the same.
"Can I ask you a few things while we're here?" asked Frisk.
"Not that you haven't already," Chara replied.
"Fair enough. So, question one. Are you a ghost?"
Chara smiled a little. "No. Less than that."
Frisk didn't entirely believe them, but continued. "Why are you here?"
"Are these questions you ask your Ouija board?" asked Chara, sounding amused.
Frisk laughed. "Alright, you got me there."
"I woke up because of you, Frisk," Chara explained. "When you fell into the Underground, you landed on my grave. Your determination woke me up, and I became bound to your SOUL."
"So, that's why we can communicate telepathically?"
"Indeed it is."
Frisk let this sink in.
"Toriel told me about you," they said. "When she was drunk, I mean."
"I know."
"About how you died twice."
"I know."
"And about how you once stabbed an octopus for some ecstasy."
"I know."
Frisk rolled their eyes. "I made that last one up! Are you even listening?"
Chara scowled. "Up until ten seconds ago. Why do you think I'd want to talk about that?"
"I'm sorry," said Frisk instinctively. "That was stupid of me."
Chara didn't say anything.
"C'mon, I really am sorry," said Frisk, trying to tug at Chara's sleeve. Their hand phased right through them.
"I know you are. I just really don't feel like talking about this, okay? I know it probably doesn't seem like a big deal to you, but please leave it alone, partner," they said, a pleading note in their voice.
"It's fine, I understand. I just have one last question."
"Go ahead."
"Why did you appear now? You obviously had a choice, so why?"
Chara hesitated for a moment, then answered. "Remember the wishing room?" Frisk nodded. "Do you remember what you wished for?"
"To meet the mystery voice," Frisk replied. Then it dawned on them. "You made my wish come true?"
Chara nodded.
"You didn't have to do that."
"But I did," said Chara. "I didn't want to. But I did it for you."
"Well, uh... thanks?" Frisk replied uncertainly.
"It wasn't a problem. Just don't expect this to be a regular occurrence," said Chara.
They were both silent for a moment, before Frisk asked, "So, is that it? You're just going to disappear?"
"No. I wouldn't be able to stand your clingy whining," Chara replied. "I just mean that I won't do this all the time. I'd rather just observe instead of wasting your time."
"You didn't waste my time," said Frisk. "It's nice to have someone else to talk to."
"You could've just called Papyrus," Chara pointed out.
"True. I'll be honest though, I don't like that guy," said Frisk.
Chara didn't respond, instead choosing to let an awkward silence enveloped the two again.
Frisk tried to break it. "So, I guess you want to get going?"
"Only if you want to, partner," Chara replied. "I'm not supposed to interfere with your story."
"Story? What story?"
"Your journey," they clarified. "I don't want to slow you down."
"Y'know, you're not a bother," Frisk answered huffily. "I wish you'd stop acting like you are."
"I'm trying not to be," Chara replied. "That's why I care about if you want to do something. It's your choice, and I won't hold it against you. I'll support you one-hundred-percent."
"I guess it's good to know that when I commit mass genocide, you'll still stick with me," Frisk said sarcastically.
Chara's expression darkened, but they said nothing else.
"I guess we should get going," said Frisk, getting to their feet. "There's still a long way to go."
"By the way, I found something neat in that tuft of grass over there," said Chara, cocking their head in the direction of said grass.
Frisk had a look, and emerged with a pair of ballet shoes in their hand. They were the same light blue as the tutu.
"'Something neat'? Why would I want these?" asked Frisk incredulously.
Chara cleared their throat. "Ballet shoes. Plus seven attack. They belonged to someone with style."
"Right... well, I don't want or need them," said Frisk.
"Trust me. You'll want to hold on to them," Chara insisted. "You might be able to sell them for a good price."
Frisk didn't see the point in arguing. Chara had a point. They'd picked up items they hoped to sell before, so why should this be any different?
"Alright," they said, pocketing the shoes. "Let's get going."
"I'm with ya, partner."
They were crossing a bridge when their phone rang. Frisk picked up, fully aware who it was going to be.
"HELLO, HUMAN!" Papyrus shouted into the phone.
"Sheesh, I might as well just put ya on speed-dial," said Frisk.
"YOU SHOULD!" agreed Papyrus. "ANYWAY, ABOUT THAT TIME I ASKED YOU WHAT YOU WERE WEARING... YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN WHY I ASKED, BUT YOU TOLD THE TRUTH ANYWAY. SO, I, THE GREAT AND EVER-SO-CUNNING PAPYRUS... DID THE OPPOSITE!" he said proudly. "I TOLD UNDYNE YOU WEREN'T WEARING A POLKA-DOTTED SHIRT AND DUMB, GOOFY HAT!"
Frisk smacked themselves in the face. God damn it, Papyrus. Why can't you do one thing right?
"THERE IS NO NEED TO THANK ME, HUMAN!" he said. "I, THE GREAT AND SELFLESS PAPYRUS, JUST WANTED TO PROTECT YOU. BUT I ALSO DON'T WANT TO GET FIRED," he said, as if as an afterthought.
"Hey, Papyrus. You still using cocaine?"
"HEAVENS NO!" he replied. "YOU BURNT IT ALL ANYWAY. SO, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO BE EXTRA-HELPFUL FOR UNDYNE. TO TRY AND GET MY MIND OFF IT."
"That's good," said Frisk. "It's only been a couple of hours, but you're doing good."
"THANK YOU, HUMAN," he sniffled. "YOU'VE BEEN SO GOOD TO ME."
Frisk rolled their eyes. "Yeah, okay. Just don't start cryin' on me, alright?"
"YES," he agreed. "I HAVE TO STAY STRONG. THANK YOU FOR YOUR WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT, HUMAN! AND... PLEASE BE SAFE," he added pleadingly.
"I-I will," Frisk answered. "Thanks, Papyrus."
He hung up the phone. Frisk sighed, putting theirs back in their pocket.
"So, what's the deal?" asked Chara. "You still hate him or...?"
"I don't know," they answered. "He's really annoying, but he means well."
Chara frowned, floating in front of them. "What about his brother?"
"Sans? Well... all I can say is he's weird," said Frisk. "His explanation for how he kept jumping ahead was a cop-out. And he's pretty irresponsible. But, he seems like a nice guy."
Chara didn't respond.
The next room seemed to consist of a right turn, and then a long pathway. It was surrounded by water. Chara noticed that Frisk had become noticeably more jumpy. They assumed that they thought Undyne was going to start throwing spears at them. They laid a hand on their shoulder. As Chara expected, it phased right through Frisk.
After a bit of walking in silence, the two were disturbed by something rising out of the water. It was a huge monster that closely resembled an onion with tentacles.
"Hiya!" he said brightly. "I'm Onionsan! Y'hear?"
Frisk was very bothered by its presence, and started to walk much more quickly. Onionsan followed.
"Y'know, Waterfall is my Big Favourite!" he said brightly. "Although, the water has been getting much more shallow as of late," he added.
Frisk tried to block it out by initiating a conversation with Chara, but they had vanished.
Where the hell did you go? they asked. No response was forthcoming.
Great.
"All my friends live in an aquarium in the city. I can't join 'em, because, y'know, it's full," said Onionsan sadly. "But! It's okay though! Undyne will fix everything! Then, maybe, I'll be able to live in the ocean."
Sure ya will.
"I-I guess this is where you leave," said Onionsan. "B-but, while you're here! I've been thinkin' of starting a band. It's called 'the Red Hot Chibi Peppers'. D'ya think we'll be popular?" he asked eagerly.
* What will you say?
Yeah | Nah
"Nope. Sorry."
Onionsan looked horrified. He slowly sank back down into the water, not rising again. Good riddance.
Chara was waiting for them in the next room. "So, did you enjoy your time with Onionsan?" they asked.
"Not at all," Frisk replied.
The ghostly human smiled a little. "I didn't much care for him either."
"I haven't really liked any of the monsters here," Frisk sighed. "I mean, Toriel was nice, but she was also a drug cook. Sans and Papyrus are alright, but they're both annoying."
"I'd take them over humans any day," said Chara.
Frisk narrowed an eye. "Why's that?"
Chara scoffed. "Do I even need to explain? They're jerks, they only care about themselves, and they can't accept anything new."
"Ignoring the fact that you're human, I agree with you," Frisk replied. "Humans can suck."
"That's a surprise," said Chara. "Nobody I've ever met shares my sentiment. And yes, I know I'm a human, Frisk. It's other humans who are the issue."
"Like me?"
Chara paused. "So far, no."
"What makes me so different?"
"You haven't given me a reason to hate you."
Frisk didn't say anything else.
A small pool of water lay before them. They could turn head north, or just keep going. While they were debating with themselves on what to do, they were pulled into a battle.
"Sheesh, can ya just ask to fight me?" Frisk groaned.
A fish-like monster had jumped out of the water. It appeared to be hiding its face.
* Shyren hides in the corner but somehow encounters you anyway.
* FIGHT | ACT | ITEM | MERCY
* Check | Smile | Hum | Conduct
* SHYREN - 19 ATK 0 DEF
* Tone deaf. She's too ashamed to sing her deadly song.
"...toot..." she mumbled.
A barrage of musical notes floated towards Frisk. They sidestepped them, not surprised when she didn't send more.
* Smells like music.
* FIGHT | ACT | ITEM | MERCY
* You know, partner, said Chara, I think you should sing with her.
How is that going to help? asked Frisk.
* Do you have a better idea?
Good point, Frisk conceded.
* Check | Smile | Hum | Conduct
* You hum a jazz ballad. Shyren follows your melody.
"Si re, si re si mi si mi."
Musical notes bounced towards Frisk. They noticed that they were in tune with the rhythm. They kept their ears on the song, moving in tandem with Shyren's humming.
* Shyren taps a little beat with her fins.
* Check | Smile | Hum | Conduct
* You hum some more. Monsters are drawn to the music. Suddenly, it's a concert...
And so it was. People were crowding around the pool, watching Shyren and Frisk humming. Over there, an Aaron and Snowdrake. And then, at the front, a weird monster that looked like a squashed cake with tentacle-like legs. He was holding up a phone and filming Shyren, smacking it with his other hand, as if trying to beat some signal into it.
"Si Fa Si Fa So Fa So Mi Re Re," Shyren sang.
More musical notes were coming towards them. They kept up the rhythm, not straying from their desired course once.
* Sans is selling tickets made of toilet paper.
Wait, seriously? asked Frisk, looking around the room. Sure enough, Sans had set up a small stand in record-breaking time and was flogging tickets for twenty gold a pop. And would sir like some weed with his purchase? It's only fifty gold, and it's very fresh.
Shyren turned... or appeared to turn. Her head didn't appear to be attached to her body. Short, blue-tinged locks of hair hid one of her eyes. Her lips were curled into a smile.
* Check | Smile | Hum | Conduct
* You hum some more. The seats are sold out. You feel like a rock star.
"Mi So Mi So Mi Si Mi La Si So."
The notes were swirling in an elegant spiral pattern. Frisk just followed the music. It felt almost natural to keep it up until the song was over... speaking of which, when did the song end?
* You hum some more. But the constant attention... the tours... the groupies... It's all...
Shyren's voice rose up, the music following her. She diverted the notes away from Frisk, for they were coming so aggressively nobody could ever hope to keep up.
* Shyren thinks about her future.
* Check | Smile | Hum | Conduct
* You and Shyren have come so far, but it's time. You both have your own journeys to embark on. You hum a farewell song.
Shyren gave one last final toot, drawing it out for as long as she could. Then, the song was over.
The monsters all cheered. Sans shot a smile at Frisk, winking as he cleared everyone out. "alright kids, fun's over. thanks for comin' out."
Shyren nodded at Frisk, as if to say 'thank you'. Frisk nodded back. You're welcome.
I think Shyren's the first monster I've met here who I think is nice, said Frisk.
* I had a feeling you'd like her.
"'ey, hombre," greeted Sans, slapping Frisk on the back. "some show, huh? i even managed to pull about a hundred an' ninety G. i'll finally be able to buy that rasta hat i always wanted," he added dreamily.
Frisk gave him a death glare. "I think we're entitled to a cut of the earnings because we performed," they pointed out.
Shyren nodded in agreement. Sans looked like he wanted to protest, but gave in, albeit with bad grace, slamming fifty gold into Frisk's hand, and tossing another fifty onto the ground by the pool.
"d'ya reckon you'll do another show?" asked Sans eagerly. "think about all the cash you could earn!"
Frisk shook their head. "It's too much. I guess the rock star life isn't for me," they answered, with a sigh.
Sans turned to Shyren. "what about you, shyren?"
She shook her head. Sans shoved his hands into his pockets, mumbling, "tch. opportunity of a lifetime and they throw it away..." as he left.
"Don't worry about him," said Frisk. "He meant well. He just doesn't like it when people say no."
Shyren nodded. "I understand." Her voice had a soft, delicate feel to it.
"I guess I have to get going," said Frisk, sounding regretful for the first time. "It was nice to meet you."
"It was nice to meet you too, human child."
They pressed on, entering a small room with a statue of a monster. Rain was falling on it through a hole in the roof. Its face was barely recognisable since it hadn't been sculpted very well.
Staring at it, Frisk felt odd. As if there were some kind of strange sympathy for this lifeless testament to a fellow monster rising up in them. They stared at a for a few moments, Chara only breaking the silence to joke, "Someone should give this guy an umbrella."
The next room held just that. A bucket of umbrellas, a sign reading Please take one. Frisk took one and went back to the statue. Chara asked them what they were doing, but they didn't respond. They put up the umbrella, sitting it on the statue's head. It was shielded from the rain.
A gentle, tinkling song started up. It seemed to originate from inside the statue.
Chara watched the statue in silence, their face paling.
"Are you okay?"
They shook their head. "I'm fine. That song just... has a lot of sentimental value to me."
Frisk nodded, backtracking to the room where they met Shyren. There was still one last room they hadn't checked.
They entered the north room, finding that it held just a piano. Sheet music was carved into the rock above it. The sign on the other side of the room read: A haunting melody echoes through the room... Won't you play along? Only the first eight are fine.
Frisk listened, hearing the soft, tinkling tune echoing faintly from the statue down the hall.
They weren't too good with sheet music. They'd only ever screwed around with the piano, never learned it. So, the music on the wall wasn't making much sense to them.
"Having trouble?"
Frisk flinched at the sudden voice. "Oh. Yeah, I am."
"Do you know how to read sheet music?" said Chara, floating over to the wall.
"No."
"Thought not," they answered smugly. "This is obviously some kind of puzzle. So, there's two ways we can go about this."
"What are they?"
"One, I teach you how to read it. Two, you give me control of your body and I'll play it."
"Wait, you can read it?"
Chara scoffed. "Obviously, otherwise we would've had no other option."
"To be honest, I... I don't really know," Frisk answered. "What do you mean 'give me control'?"
"You let me take control of your body. You will be reduced to a ghost-like form until I relinquish control. Does this sound acceptable to you?"
"So, I'll be kicked out of my own body?" asked Frisk incredulously.
"If that's how you want to phrase it, yes," said Chara. "It's up to you, partner. But, be quick about it. We mustn't dawdle."
Frisk knew the keys on a piano, but not how to read sheet music. Chara did, so it should be over and done with quickly. But, Frisk was new to all this. The notion of entrusting their body to someone they'd just met was a bit much. But... they really weren't in the mood to learn piano while Undyne was on the hunt for them.
"I... ah, alright," Frisk conceded. "But, some ground rules before we start."
Chara looked a little put out. "Naturally."
"First, you stop when I tell you to. Second, you do this piano puzzle and that's it. Third, if you have to do something else, ask me first."
"Sounds good to me, partner."
"Right... so, what do I do?"
"Just relax," said Chara.
"That's really good advice," said Frisk sarcastically. "Try to relax when someone's hunting me down."
"We can quit any time, partner," Chara replied, although with a hint of malice.
"Fine," said Frisk, sitting down with their back against the wall. They took a breath, and let it out slowly through their nostrils.
"Alright, that's good," Chara assured them. "Just don't move."
Frisk smirked. "What is this, some kind of—"
They were cut short by a sickening twist in their SOUL. Then, they were floating, looking down at their limp body, which had slumped to the floor. It was really creepy.
"Chara, are you still there?" asked Frisk, sounding slightly panicked.
Frisk's eyes closed, then opened again. The pupils had turned red.
"I'm here," Chara answered, shakily getting to their feet. Almost immediately, they fell to their knees, catching themselves just in time.
"You sure you know what you're doing?" asked Frisk, amused.
"I haven't been corporeal for a long time," Chara replied. "Cut me some slack, partner."
Frisk watched on in silence as Chara dragged themselves to their feet, using the piano as support. They wiggled their fingers, stretching their arm as they did so.
"Alright," said Chara, cracking their knuckles. "I'm all out of practice, so I might be a little rusty." They reached out to the piano, before stopping halfway. Then, they dropped to their coat pocket, retrieving the bar of Nice Cream.
"What are you doing?" asked Frisk.
"Enjoying my short time being corporeal," Chara answered, unwrapping it.
"Hey, hey, hold up there," Frisk protested. "I thought we had an agreement."
"You wouldn't understand," said Chara, taking a bite of the Nice Cream. They sank to their knees in a mixture of pleasure and gratitude. "Thank you for this opportunity, partner. You have no idea how much I've missed the taste of chocolate."
"But that was mine, damn it!"
"This partnership needs to be fifty-fifty," Chara replied, eating quickly. "Besides, I haven't eaten in... God knows how long."
Frisk groaned, realising that nothing they said could stop Chara. Part of them didn't even want to, because they could see Chara's point.
After finishing it, they got to their feet and approached the piano. They tapped on one of the keys. A gentle sound reverberated through the area. Chara tutted.
"Out of tune," was their only comment as they set to work with the sheet music and keys. They played through it, but its pace was very inconsistent. It became fast, then slow, then faster. Frisk could only assume they were testing it.
As it ground to its conclusion, they were smiling a little. They played it again, this time sounding much better.
A clacking noise filled the room. An arched doorway had appeared in the wall opposite the entry.
"That was pretty good," said Frisk.
"It was nothing," said Chara. They sat down, adding, "You can have your body back now."
"Do I just... dive in or something?" asked Frisk.
"Oh. I never told you how to do it," said Chara. "Just focus on your SOUL and push me out. It isn't that hard."
Frisk did what Chara told them. It took a minute or two to get it right, but when they did, they were back in control of their body.
"Thanks again," said Frisk, getting to their feet... and dropping to the ground as well. "What the hell?"
"It's a bit like sea-legs," said Chara, smirking. "You're just adjusting to becoming corporeal again."
Frisk scowled, propping themselves up on the piano. They took a few jerky steps toward the doorway.
The room they ended up in was a simple room with a glowing red ball on a marble pedestal. A sign behind it simply read Legendary Artifact.
"Well, I'm swiping this," said Frisk, taking the artifact off the pedestal. Chara stopped them.
"You're carrying too many dogs," they said.
Frisk quirked their brow. "What are you even saying?"
"Check your pockets."
In one of their coat's pockets, they found a small, white dog curled up, fast asleep.
How the fuck did that get here? Frisk wondered. They took it out of their pocket, placing it on the ground before them.
"You deployed the dog," remarked Chara.
"What?"
Their question was soon answered. The dog, now wide awake, rushed towards the artifact, which seemed to melt right into their fur.
"The dog absorbed the artifact," said Chara.
The dog then floated right through the walls, vanishing.
Frisk, who had just finished watching this display of insanity, checked their pockets for dogs once again. When they found none, they turned and left quickly.
When they got out, they turned to Chara and said, dead serious, "Let's never talk about this ever again."
"Deal."
The two returned to the room with the umbrellas, Frisk taking another and putting it up. They offered it to Chara, but they refused, on the grounds that they were incorporeal, and it didn't matter.
As they passed the monster kid, they dropped their gaze to the floor, trying to hide their face in the neck of their coat. It was no good.
"Yo!" he greeted enthusiastically. "You've got an umbrella? Cool! Mind if I tag along?"
"Yes, actually," said Frisk through gritted teeth. Unfortunately, this kid did not understand the reverse meaning of 'yes' in this situation, because he laughed and nodded, saying "Alright, let's go!"
I— Jesus Christ, whatever.
* I feel for you, partner.
Since they couldn't ditch him, Frisk made sure to keep the umbrella as close to themselves as they could. This didn't deter the kid, who just kept on trailing in their wake, talking their ear off.
"Man, Undyne is SO cool, isn't she? She beats up bad guys ALL the time!" he was saying. "If I was a human, I'd wet the bed every night..." he trailed off, giving a chuckle.
Find someone who cares.
"Knowing she was gonna beat me up!" he finished. "Ha ha."
The rain was pouring more heavily now. The kid was soaked from head to toe, but he didn't seem to notice.
They passed an Echo Flower and a few water sausage plants, as the kid started talking again. "So, one time, we had a school project where we had to take care of a flower..." he said. "The king — they made us call him 'Mr. Dreemurr' — volunteered to give his own flowers."
Well, isn't that nice? thought Frisk sardonically. When he isn't ripping out SOULs, he's donating flowers to schoolchildren. How sweet.
* Tch.
What? asked Frisk.
* Nothing.
"He ended up coming to our school and teaching us about responsibility and stuff," the kid said. "And that got me thinking..." A grin spread across his face. "Yo! Wouldn't it be AWESOME if Undyne came to school?"
No, no it wouldn't.
"And what if she beat up the teachers?" he asked, enraptured by the very thought of it.
Yeah, sounds like something she'd do.
They kept walking for a while.
"Well, um... maybe she wouldn't beat up the teachers," he admitted. "She's too cool to ever hurt an innocent person!"
Frisk was very close to turning around and telling him that Undyne was hunting them down, and that actually, she would hurt an innocent person. But, they pressed on, trying to block out the kid's incessant warbling by starting a conversation with Chara.
So... what do you know about the king?
* If you really must know, a lot. I know his favourite food, his favourite type of tea, and that he isn't evil. Surely he must have a reason for 'ripping out SOULs', as you put it.
So... what's his favourite food?
* Butterscotch-cinnamon pie, Chara answered with absolutely no hesitation.
What, that fake butterscotch-cinnamon pie that Toriel served me?
* No. When she isn't drunk, she's the best cook I've ever known.
Frisk wanted to press Chara for details on their relationship with Toriel and the king, but they remembered it was a sore spot, so they left it alone.
Now Frisk and the kid had exited the cave and were treated to the sight of hundreds of glittering gemstones in the ceiling far above, acting as faux stars. There was a huge castle off in the distance. The tops of the turrets were bright blue, and the rest of the building a dull grey.
"Whose castle is that?" asked Frisk.
"Huh? That's the king's castle!" said the kid excitedly. "I've heard so many awesome things about it!"
"Yeah, sure you have," said Frisk. The kid didn't respond.
They entered another part of the cave. A bucket for the umbrellas sat before them. Frisk returned the umbrella, the kid running ahead. A tall ledge stood before them.
"Yo, this ledge is WAY too steep," said the kid.
"I'll just climb up," said Frisk.
"Hmm..." said the kid, clearly not listening. "Hmm..." Then, he got an idea. "Yo! You want to see Undyne, right?"
"Not if I have to," said Frisk.
"Climb on my shoulders!" the kid offered, bending down a little.
"No, seriously, it's fine, I'll just climb up," said Frisk, taking a few steps back. After all, they'd need some run-up to get up there.
"C'mon!" he said. "It'll be fine!"
"No, I ain't using you," said Frisk. "I can get up there myself." And to prove it, they did. They ran towards the ledge, jumping up and grabbing onto it. They used their shoulders to steady themselves before climbing. They got to their feet, smirking down at the kid, who was starry-eyed with admiration.
"Whoa! That was COOL!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," muttered Frisk. "I hope to not run into you ever again."
"Don't worry about me!" he called over their shoulder. "I always find a way through."
Frisk rolled their eyes as they started walking again. Hope not.
As they walked, they noticed more signs lining the walls. They talked of how the humans, afraid of the monsters' power, attacked without mercy. Frisk heard Chara mutter "Idiots." under their breath.
A SAVE point was glittering in front of them. They reached out to it, warmth spreading from their fingertips to the rest of their body.
* The sound of the wind echoing in your ears fills you with determination. HP fully restored.
* File saved.
Thanks for your patience. Chapter 6, Part 1 of Waterfall is complete!
Now time for the Obligatory Facts About This Chapter Segment!
1. The nicotine stains on the tutu are a reference to the Simpsons episode "Smoke on the Daughter", where Lisa takes ballet classes and finds that the dancers use a smoke break to calm their nerves. Seemed like a reference just waiting to happen.
2. Loren's talk of "the water" is a reference to GTA: San Andreas, where Ryder is chasing "the water" (his slang for PCP, a drug [OF COURSE!])
3. Yes indeed. That's Chara alright. I personally support the Narrator!Chara theory, because the evidence seems pretty compelling to me. That's why I wanted them to be more important in the story then just a narrator. I wanted them to also be Frisk's source of comfort when they're being hunted down. Even Frisk needs someone to lean on every so often.
Also, regarding Frisk's confusion during their meeting: they aren't entirely sure that Chara's flirting with them, because it comes out of the blue, and I just wanted Frisk to get a bit flustered. After all, it's only fair when they've flirted with Toriel and Papyrus. You know, I hear they once wiggled their hips so much at a Moldsmal that they—
4. Yes, my Frisk also has a fair amount of contempt for humanity. This also has to do with their upbringing, which will be explored in much later chapters. They have more belief in humanity than Chara, though.
5. Cut Chara some slack. They needed the chocolate badly.
6. Oh yes, the ecstasy and octopus thing. Well, that was based off a report I saw that scientists were microdosing particularly shy octopuses with ecstasy. Results were highly informative. They came out of their shells and were more outgoing.
Well, I think that's all. Thanks for reading. I'd love to hear your thoughts, criticism, etc., so go ahead! Tell me what you thought I could do better and so on. It really helps me out.
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't take his yellow SOUL,
- offbrandbiscuit
EDIT: Changed the cigarette ashes on the tutu to nicotine stains as was originally planned.