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[souldeterminant]

[Sometime during the afternoon, a simple text makes its way onto the network, no picture or video attached.]

 

I'm back from vacation.

Don't worry. It was boring.

-Frisk

[None of which is, precisely, a lie. Thankfully, considering Frisk is just about the worst liar they know.]

[But it's good to be home.]

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[souldeterminant]

Undyne?

[Hello to you, too. Only that's... not the kind of greeting they'd expect from her. In fact, the last time Undyne did awkward, she was temporarily setting aside her bloodlust to brew Frisk a pot of tea. Very temporarily.]

[Oh dear.]

You're here?

[animeisrealright]

Uh.

Yeah.

And like.

I thought you were dead.

I mean, nobody told me you weren't dead.

Maybe you should tell people you're not dead.

[souldeterminant]

[Oh... well, this is awkward. Considering Frisk sort of was dead, in a manner of speaking. It's kind of relieving to see that it apparently wasn't common knowledge, though - maybe Sans did a better job of covering than they thought. Still. There's an uncomfortable stretch of radio silence before Frisk responds again.]

I'm not dead.

[#nailed it]

[animeisrealright]

Uh

Good.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooo

Have you seen Papyrus?

I bet he's excited.

[LET US JUST SKIM OVER THE FACT THAT UNDYNE AND SANS ARE NOT ON SPEAKING TERMS, SHALL WE?]

[souldeterminant]

He said he'd come find me.

[Somewhere on this side of the phone, Frisk listens long and hard for another set of NYEH HEH HEHs reverberating through the stone walls.]

I think he's close.



Want me to say hi?

[animeisrealright]

Tell him there is spaghetti in the kitchen.

It has not been cooked yet.

And that this is a travesty.