“I’m all set.” Set for something, at least. Frisk’s looked really uneasy. To be honest, they wanted to go home, but it wasn’t as though they had a choice of where they were going. If they went there, they might end up in Sans’ time, the time where they became something like a demon. They couldn’t go home to something like that, not now, not ever.
“So, ummm, what’ this place like? Is it a nice town?” Frisk hadn’t grown up in any small town. They’d grown up in a huge city, built on the edge of a mountain. They looked to the broken down town around them, thinking of how hard it would be to put everything else back together. “Whatever it’s like, it will certainly be a lot nicer than here…”
“If we’re lucky, a small quiet town; huge on witches. If not - well, the multiverse I assume is pretty dang big.” It would figure the two would simply gain entrance to a world where his, and his great cousin’s lives had been reversed, so no apocalypses for these two. Letting out a happy sigh, he stretched out his arms, “Only got so long till they gain control again - Shall we?” ”
