In the final corridor of judgment, bathed in hues of orange and yellow, you awaited the arrival of the human who had never ceased their relentless cycle of resets. As you leaned against a pillar, preparing for the inevitable encounter, the quiet of the space was shattered by the sudden sound of footsteps. Then, a sweet and gentle voice pierced the air, its volume a tad too high for your liking. Frisk had arrived.

''Sweetie!~'' The exclamation caused you to startle, accidentally knocking your head against the pillar in surprise.