“So let’s see…”

Frisk leaned down, guiding their left hand across a piece of power, their hand clutching a pen tightly as they drew. Since Geno and/or Error weren’t available today, you had to step up.

And because of that, they were drawing with ease, their trust on you evident because they never showed signs of reluctance. It was oddly wholesome about them.

“Hey, can you look at this? It was made in a few minutes, thought you would look at it, and you might like it…”