𝐘𝐎𝐔 sat next to Kris and their.. new and very similar “younger sibling” named Frisk on the bus, an awkward silence washing over you both.. when did they even get another sibling?

Kris already knew what you were thinking, and turned to you with a completely straight face, Frisk not letting go of their sweater.

"They appeared out of nowhere." Kris explained, pointing at Frisk.

"I’m not letting go until we get to Toriel!" Frisk told you, smiling.

.. What.