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[save_theworld]

I'm looking for a friend of mine. They went missing four days ago but they're still in the phonebook. So they're still here, right?

Their name is Chara. They're a kid like me, with brown hair and red eyes. They have a green sweater with a big yellow stripe on it. If you see them please tell me.

Chara if you read this

Please come home.

Comments

[circumitus]

do they have an ID set up on the network? name should still be in there if they're around.

[save_theworld]

Their name is still there. But they aren't answering their phone.

[circumitus]

that at least rules out that they're gone gone.
will keep an eye out for you.

[save_theworld]

I hope so. I'm going to keep looking too, thanks Rey

[circumitus]

no problem.
you need anything?

[save_theworld]

No I'm okay.
I'll stop and eat soon.

[circumitus]

feel free to stop by the speakeasy if you get hungry. have food and drink here.
not alcoholic shit.

[save_theworld]

I don't want alcohol anyway.

[That's gross, Rey.]

[circumitus]

good. wasn't planning to offer it.
we do have juices tho.

[save_theworld]

Juice is good.

[...]

Apple juice?

[circumitus]

close. might have something apple-like.
since this place is short on apples to say the least.

[save_theworld]

Apple-like is okay.

[It's not apple, but it'll have to do.]

Can I come whenever?

[circumitus]

of course. you don't even have to ask.

[Good job, Frisk. You have inspired Rey to emoji.]

[save_theworld]

Thanks. <3

[And an emoji is the perfect inspiration to ensure they really do stop by, later. Prepare yourself for a tired, listless child who wants nothing but juice and a nap, Rey, because that's precisely what you've signed yourself up for.]

[circumitus]

[Oh, right. That's supposed to be a heart, isn't it?]

no problem. see you soon.

[She'll have a juice box ready for them whenever they get there.]

[Action]

[save_theworld]

[It's a few hours before they rock up, but she did say they were welcome whenever. The door opens for apparently no one, and a few moments later, there's a small child struggling up onto a barstool.

They manage a tired smile, as brief as it is.]

Juice, please.

[Shaken, not stirred.]

[Action]

[circumitus]

[One shaken juicebox Frisk will get, not long after they've settled themselves on the stool. She'll even complete it with a straw and a tiny pink umbrella for aesthetic.]

Here you go.

[She slides it across the bartop, towards them.] Long walk?