A Sinking Suspicion | with malacological for CA Reaper’s Game |
Their first thought it that she just looks like a Feferi. It was weird to just know who your partner was, but this was Frisk. The child could not help but have feelings of knowing things they shouldn’t. With the influence of Chara and the Player, they always had memories that weren’t there’s.
“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Feferi.” They wouldn’t let memory of their head wound keep them from shooting the troll a lovely smile. “I’m glad that my partner for this mission was such a lovely lady. Sorry if I don’t live up to your expectations. However, I’m sure I can be helpful.”
They opened their mouth to say more, but realized they didn’t know what it was. How would they be able to help out again? They felt like they should be able to do something special, but they had forgotten what that thing was. It felt odd, like a part of them was missing, but they had no clue what that part could be, only if was as close to the core of their being as possible.
Their eyes turned to the sink hole they had always been unlucky enough to fall into. It not for their need of air or fear of being crushed by the pressure now there, they might have thought to ride it down. In their childish logic, if there was something causing the ground to fall, then it must be something under it. There was no reason something at the surface could do it.
“Now, if we’re going to deal with these things, we should probably try to find their source. And clearly because they’re getting sucked underground, it must be something down there. There’s a district under this part of town, right? Maybe its roof is collapsing and needs some repairs. We can be construction people.”
It was a childish thought, but not a stupid one. Frisk was smart for their age, and they were confident in their answer.
“Besides, if it’s underground, people are less likely to notice that up here. If they knew the cause up here, they would have already dealt with it.”
Frisk’s reasoning sounded quite logical. They must’ve had a big melon under the image of that SMALL, USELESS CHILD. You’ll ask yourself later just what your whole beef with everything is. Must be some weird quirk some people have with the afterlife, similar to Aradia’s apathy when she died. That is, if you’re even dead to begin with. This could be a nasty side-effect of eating trout before bed. “ W) (ale, s) (ore, I guess. It’s gotta be somefin underground. Fixing t) (em is nice, and it can be done, but I don’t t) (ink it’s our goal, glub.
Na) (, we s) (ould be finvestigating a cause. “ You put a hand on your hip and another on your chin and try to think for a second. What better way to investigate than to go to the scene of the crime? You look towards a manhole covering in the street and lift the HEAVY, METAL COVER with much ease. The hole in the ground shows a long ladder, likely leading into the sewer system. “ We gotta go D--E--EP--ER!” You didn’t particularly mind bad smells. Being a fish has certain perks like that. “ Watc) ( your step! Glub glub!” You cheer as you climb down into the sewers of Hive City.
