They remembered far too late the whispers about mirrored versions of yourself, and they hadn't stuck around long enough to determine what that mirror in the kitchen was going to say. It just seemed like a cruel joke. A familiar, cruel joke. Like the ones Asriel played in his floral shell.
They almost panic and leave again, but this...this isn't the same. Red ink. Like Chara, but...Chara's not here.
Frisk creeps closer. Presses their ear against the glass like it's a seashell. Feels exceptionally foolish for trying.]
Hello?
[They...rap against the glass next. They're not sure how this works.]
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They remembered far too late the whispers about mirrored versions of yourself, and they hadn't stuck around long enough to determine what that mirror in the kitchen was going to say. It just seemed like a cruel joke. A familiar, cruel joke. Like the ones Asriel played in his floral shell.
They almost panic and leave again, but this...this isn't the same. Red ink. Like Chara, but...Chara's not here.
Frisk creeps closer. Presses their ear against the glass like it's a seashell. Feels exceptionally foolish for trying.]
Hello?
[They...rap against the glass next. They're not sure how this works.]