Frisk sighed tiredly as she cut the engine of her old truck, maybe her, or there...probably, his doesn't sound quite right…This time. There for now, there was time to figure it out.
They thought, loading up their books. There were only four of them, Frisk hadn't gotten the book lists for their actual classes yet.
Undecided freshman.
It didn't have the same ring as freshman biologist, or freshman English major. But how were they supposed to decide what they wanted to do for the rest of their life if they were struggling with their own identity?
Frisk began the long hike up Mount Ebbot. The quiet seclusion would be the perfect place to read.
Gender and you by Brock Grayman
A rainbow of options By Kiki Bonanza
sexuality and you also by Brock Grayman
And finally
Steamboats run on Steam. By Cassandra Steel.
Which if the back of the book was anything to go by, was the worst written excuse for smut to ever be published, but Frisk's new roommate swore it was the hottest thing she had ever read. Armed with all these books, Frisk found a well lit opening in the rock that looked like the perfect place to sit down and read. They had barely walked into the little cave, before their boots got tangled in some vine, and they were plummeted down into the darkness.