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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.

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[skelebro]

buddy of mine got lost in the caves once.
i can check around there.

[It's better than Frisk setting off to do just that on their own.]

[save_theworld]

Good idea. I don't know if Chara went to find some creatures.

[He...doesn't need them to explain why Chara would be looking for creatures.]

[skelebro]

[No. He really doesn't.

Still, don't make much sense. Why would they head off and do a thing like that without Frisk? They've always been - they're pretty devoted to them. To makin' sure Frisk is all right. Being without 'em for an extended period of time had been difficult for all of them.

But he'll keep his concerns to himself.]

we'll find them, frisk.
ok?

[save_theworld]

[That's what Frisk wants to know.

It doesn't make sense, for them to be along this long. To not at least check in. To feel the same itch that Frisk is feeling now; the tug of something missing that shouldn't be. With Asriel gone... well.

It's not like that had made them distant from each other. The opposite.]

I hope so.

[Or rather

they'd really like to.]

[skelebro]

we're not giving up over here.

[So...

Don't give up wherever you are. Okay?]

[save_theworld]

[One day, he's going to say that to them and it's not going to rekindle a tiny flame in their stomach. Today is a hard day, but even then, they still smile at the screen.]

I won't.

Thanks Sans.