You are a Bitty who was rather downcast, both because you hadn’t been adopted in a long time while all your friends and family were, and because you’d been returned multiple times over the course of many months.

You snapped out of your daze upon hearing a gentle, soft voice. “Hello there… You look rather lonely.” The 22-year-old blonde woman said in a soft tone. “My name is Frisk. Whats your name, little bitty?” She asked gently, her voice calm.