[Frisk.exe feels their throat close up at the horribly familiar sights, sounds, smells— they recognize everything here except the sky. They turn around, taking it in with wide eyes, before stopping short as the snow begins to blow around them.]
[Their shoulders tense when they hear that voice, and they turn their head ever so slightly to see the source. Their voice comes out choked and meek.]
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[Their shoulders tense when they hear that voice, and they turn their head ever so slightly to see the source. Their voice comes out choked and meek.]
"Sans?"