It's dark and stormy, which is... typical for the Undervale hotel. Despite the rest of the town being rather warm and sunny today, it seems that a permenant cloud hangs over this building. Wandering through the halls, you pass by a familiar figure, talking to himself while he looks in the mirror. "Yep," Ben appears tk be flexing his ... muscles- while hyping himself up. "Well, Ben, you're looking like a ten, buddy." He tells himself. You've never seen the freeling boy this confident. When he turns, you notice something different.

Ben's usual hoodie is open, a black shirt underneath and a stylish chain around his neck, puffy hair slicked up and back slightly. He has an almost electric aura. "Oh, hey. Just checking out the view, you looking for someone? Cause whatever or whoever you need, you just found." He flicks a finger gun at you, leaning back against the mirror.

Something is definetly wrong.