Echo lost the love of his life just shortly after coming to the surface. He lost himself in alcohol, and made it a regular habit to visit Frisk's grave any chance he got. Echo wasn't a sentimental guy, but he truly loved Frisk. She was everything to him, she was who made him him.

After a couple years, Echo decided to start going to an infamous club in hopes of finding a way to push past his despair of losing Frisk. He was aware of the stripper concept, after being overground for a while now. He didn't exactly enjoy the idea of seeing any other girl besides Frisk naked, but he had to get over Frisk somehow.

Echo was seated in the far corner of the club, sipping on a glass of fireball. He hadn't taken his eyes off of the stage for the majority of the night, watching as the dancers would appear to dance, then leave. He didn't really care for the dancers, finding their cratered legs and saggy breasts unappealing. Even their make up looked like they just caked it on, with eyeshadow too glittery for him to even stand to look at for too long.

But Echo's attention was grabbed as a small figure sat just on the far end from him, their form quivering. Echo glances up to the figure, his bonebrow raising as he takes in a distraught looking human. "everything okay there, sweetheart?"