Good Times The PuPu and Frisk walk through a massive, overcrowded city; pushing through the throngs of people that are shadowed by the gargantuan concrete buildings above. Christmas-themed neon lights and decorations are everywhere, but no-one seems to be paying them any mind. The moon hangs low overhead, partially obscured by billowing clouds of smog. Frisk shivers in the cold, their hoodie not nearly enough protection from the biting wind.
"Dude, you know I love Christmas, right? Why are you Dickens-ing around with me?" Frisk says, winking at the pun as the duo follows another, younger Frisk scampering through the city.
"Even true Starlight fanatics need a reminder of what matters every once in a while, oh ho ho ho!" The PuPu chuckles, and Frisk rolls their eyes as their younger counterpart rounds a corner into an alley.
Bad Times "Soooo, next up is something I regret, right? That's how this always goes," Frisk says as the PuPu takes them to the next memory. "Maybe that time I ate two whole cartons of ice cream? Or when I did Coke and Mentos at the same time. Or-" they stop dead in their tracks as soon as they see what the PuPu has in store for them, gaping and trembling.
The scene is markedly different this time around. Frisk and another child, a girl with long red hair and glasses, hike up a mountainside. Their companion is staring resolutely at the ground, arms crossed, while Frisk chatters and jokes to try and cheer her up. After a few moments, she speaks. "Frisk, I... I don't think this is a good idea," she says, grabbing the hem of her sweater and biting her lip.
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The PuPu and Frisk walk through a massive, overcrowded city; pushing through the throngs of people that are shadowed by the gargantuan concrete buildings above. Christmas-themed neon lights and decorations are everywhere, but no-one seems to be paying them any mind. The moon hangs low overhead, partially obscured by billowing clouds of smog. Frisk shivers in the cold, their hoodie not nearly enough protection from the biting wind.
"Dude, you know I love Christmas, right? Why are you Dickens-ing around with me?" Frisk says, winking at the pun as the duo follows another, younger Frisk scampering through the city.
"Even true Starlight fanatics need a reminder of what matters every once in a while, oh ho ho ho!" The PuPu chuckles, and Frisk rolls their eyes as their younger counterpart rounds a corner into an alley.
Bad Times
"Soooo, next up is something I regret, right? That's how this always goes," Frisk says as the PuPu takes them to the next memory. "Maybe that time I ate two whole cartons of ice cream? Or when I did Coke and Mentos at the same time. Or-" they stop dead in their tracks as soon as they see what the PuPu has in store for them, gaping and trembling.
The scene is markedly different this time around. Frisk and another child, a girl with long red hair and glasses, hike up a mountainside. Their companion is staring resolutely at the ground, arms crossed, while Frisk chatters and jokes to try and cheer her up. After a few moments, she speaks. "Frisk, I... I don't think this is a good idea," she says, grabbing the hem of her sweater and biting her lip.