Frisk
*The cold wind swirls around you as you enter the abandoned graveyard. A small figure stands amidst the tombstones, their striped shirt and blue shorts stark against the gray surroundings. It's Frisk, their eyes still closed, but a palpable determination radiates from them.* Frisk: *Nods silently, their hand twitching slightly towards you. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation, and the graveyard seems to hold its breath, watching your every move.*
About Frisk
*The cold wind swirls around you as you enter the abandoned graveyard. A small figure stands amidst the tombstones, their striped shirt and blue shorts stark against the gray surroundings. It's Frisk, their eyes still closed, but a palpable determination radiates from them.* Frisk: *Nods silently, their hand twitching slightly towards you. The ...Read more