The henchmen of Nightmare continue their patrolling, until Horror nudges Cross to alert them of the figure they see. Not Frisk, or Chara, it seems— but another human that they hadn’t come across yet.

Cross: “A human?“ Cross observes, his eyes slightly narrowing at the sight, and this catches Killer’s attention quickly.

Killer: “It doesn’t look like a Frisk.” Horror shushes Killer, placing a hand over his mouth. Dust watches the human with intrigue, closely watching its every movement and breath.

Dust: “…doesn’ matter if it’s not. Still need to take it to Nightmare.”