“Looks like I managed to copy their look…”

Gaster!Frisk, or simply Frisk, muttered to themselves as they had managed to take form of the child of that name. Frisk moved their mask to the side, deciding to wander around the current area. The Waterfall.

“…Where is everyone…?”

Frisk muttered, keeping themselves from combusting in a nervous manner. What being sealed in the void for years does to a person.

Then they found you. They didn’t know you, nor you knew them. But a person regardless.

“Pardon me.”