@soulcaging plotted starter.
It was odd, being back in their own body. After a certain amount of time, after a certain amount of RESETs, they had given in to Chara’s control completely and let their conscious sink into the recesses of their mind to rest. Frisk had accepted it, that their body was being used against their will to commit horrible attrocities, and they frankly wanted no part of it anymore. That’s why, now, they haven’t the slightest clue where they are, how long it has been, or what to do next. Chara’s conscious sank deep into a pit in their head, and they could tell she had no way of getting back up anytime soon.
They knew they needed to act, fast. They needed to find someone who could help.
After discovering a worn path in the grass, Frisk follows it, where they soon find themself inside of a very... colorful, quaint looking town. It’s welcoming, actually. They continue to hold their arm with one hand, body and mind exhausted, but motivated. It’s early evening by now, the sun beginning to cross over the horizon, the streets they find unfamiliar fairly vacant.
At least, for a moment -- they spot someone walking along the sidewalk. Someone who looks unfamiliar, yet... Offers a strangely familiar vibe. A human much taller than themself, donning a jacket with similar colors to Chara. It’s unnerving at first, but they try to shrug it off. This doesn’t look like any Chara they’ve ever seen before.
“Um... Excuse me?” Frisk pipes up, their voice low and hoarse, as they approach the other human. “This might be, strange, but I need some help...”