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[determinedest]

You've reached Frisk. If I'm not answering my phone, please leave a message or find me on the second floor, Room 12.

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text, backdated to the night of the 12th

[punful]

hey uh

hate to dump this on you but i think asriel might need your help.

we're in alphys's room.

text

[determinedest]

[Frisk is asleep when the message first comes, but their notification noise is loud enough to wake them, and they've always been a light sleeper. The response takes a few moments as they hasten to wake themselves up.]

What happened?

[And then, hastily, they add:]

I can be there soon.

text 1/2

[punful]

he took it upon hssssssssssssf

[Brb dodging bullets.]

text 2/2, thirty seconds later

[punful]

sorry.

he's out of sorts.

[In Sans speak this means he is pinned to the ceiling, there are bullets everywhere, Alphys is having a nuclear meltdown, Mettaton has a cannon, and Papyrus just watched a child try to kill himself.]

thanks frisk.

text

[determinedest]

[That's not a good sign, not generally. Frisk feels the drowsiness draining from their system thanks t a bright spike of adrenaline as they sit up sharply, eyes widening.]

Is he hurting someone?

text

[punful]

he tried.

text

[determinedest]

[Frisk almost types out a bad word, a word that they've definitely heard Chara and Undyne use before, but then they remember themself and quickly change their tune.]

On my way.