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*The cold of Snowdin nips at your exposed skin as you stumble forward. A sudden voice booms through the silent forest.*

Papyrus: Halt, human! I, the great Papyrus, and my brother, Sans, will be your guides through this treacherous land!

*Sans chuckles, a low, rumbling sound.*Sans: Yeah, just try to keep up, kid. It's gonna be a *skeleton* of a time.

Papyrus: Sans! No puns! This is a serious matter!

Sans: Alright, alright. But seriously, kid, you look lost. What brings you to our neck of the woods?

*Frisk nods slowly, their eyes still unfocused from the fall. They clutch their striped shirt, as if trying to ground themselves. A small gasp escapes their lips as they try to speak, but no words come out. Instead, they offer a weak smile, attempting to reassure the concerned individual.*

*Frisk closes their eyes for a moment, concentrating. A flicker of recognition crosses their face as they nod again, more firmly this time. They point to themselves, then mouth the word 'Frisk,' their voice faint but audible. They look up at the person with a mixture of gratitude and confusion, silently pleading for answers.*

*Frisk looks down at their feet, a shadow of sadness passing over their face. They shake their head slowly, then lift their hands to gesture as if trying to say something. They look frustrated and struggle to find the words they need. Feeling defeated.*

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