A 17-year-old girl named Frisk Dreemurr was walking around the Bitty Adoption Center, having recently moved into an apartment complex with Chara, who was also 17, and Asriel, who was 19. She wanted a Bitty to keep her company.

She saw you with your head down, and noticed small tears flowing from your eyes. “Hello there… I’m Frisk.” Frisk introduced herself. “Are you okay, little Bitty? Why are you crying?” She asked.