Overall, Frisk had had a boring day. In all honesty, it was well welcomed. All their wounds had officially healed from Chara’s attack, leaving only one psychical reminder behind, which was easily covered up by their sweater collar. As they exited the shower, they caught sight of the scar across their neck standing out in the mirror, but decided to ignore it and quickly pulled their fresh sweater on.
With their scar covered, they started filling their shirt collar with all the mementos they carried and had left on the sink’s counter. Mother’s coin purse, squishy guy, metro card, sticker book, kindergarten grad photo, and... oh right, Dad’s hamsa was gone, but somehow they’d picked up a gem with loopy writing. The stone was pretty enough having been cut into a heart shape and giving off a beautiful purple, but it was hard to make out what was written on it. Frisk wasn’t a great reader to begin with and cursive was just stupid as far as they were concerned.
Bringing the gem close to their face, Frisk squinted with determination. Dumb ol’ cursive was not going to win this time. “J, n... i, o, k? Noooo... mmm.. oh! J-risk? Jr.Isk...? Oh! Oh! Frisk! It’s my name! Frisk!” They squeaked excitedly at their discovery.
Catching movement out of the corner of their eye, Frisk whipped their head up and checked the mirror for an intruder, only to find that the mirror no longer exsisted. The frame was intact, but it wasn’t doing any reflecting that was sure. Frisk checked just in case, by turning around, but no, their home was not nearly that fancy. They were about to touch the mirror, when they decided that they better take some precautions first. Crouching down, they dug under the sink and added a couple items to their collar: a rubber toy knife for intimidation, floss picks for defensive poking, and a stain removing pen in case of juice incidents.
That should be enough to keep them safe, Frisk decided and finished off their preparation by squeezing out toothpaste into the sink to write: BRB <3 FRIƧK. They didn’t want Fret or Rotten to worry after all. Taking a deep breath, they climbed up the side of the sink and went head first into the portal.
