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Hello. I'm Frisk.

The Frisk that's lived here for a long time, not the other Frisks.

I have a question for you. Me and my roommate do our own cooking but we don't really know how to cook much. We're getting bored of soup and stir fry. Another friend said he'd help me learn to cook more, but he doesn't know a lot of recipes.

Also all the food here is weird.

[Sorry gods but really- what's with the orchard, my dudes?]

If you have any nice recipes you could share I'd really like that. Thanks.

Frisk.

The one that's lived here a while.

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Why are there so many of you?

[He could help with the cooking, too, but questions first.]

I don't know. There just is.

[Something something door something timelines? It makes about as much sense to them as it does you.]

You should have tried to find out about it, yes?

It might mean that you're in trouble. Maybe they want to replace you.

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I don't think so. They're all really nice.

[Plus, even if they did

would that really be such a bad thing?]

Maybe someone wants to replace you with one of them, even if they don't want to.

...Maybe.

That wouldn't be so bad.

But you don't know what would happen with you then. Maybe they wouldn't send you home but put you in a box instead.

[Oh hey, it's that kid who tried to stop a dragon by flirting with her. In other words, a kid after his own heart.]

You like Mexican, kiddo?

[Oh hey, it's that guy who tried to stop a dragon in his boxers. In other words, a guy after their own heart.]

Yes! Do you know how to make it? Can you teach me?

[This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, then.]

Kid, you're talkin' to the poet laureate of Mexican cuisine, here.

[Wade I'm pretty sure that term doesn't apply to this situation--]

To paraphrase a classic song from my world, my Tex-Mex brings all the boys to the yard. And sure, I can teach ya. No charge.

'fraid i can't help much.
not unless you like strange, sugary quiches.

Sugar is good, but I don't think we're supposed to have it for dinner.

[Sorry Snas. But a good effort, either way.]

[Effort? Him? You've gotta be joking.]

that's probably fair.
you know you can stop by our place if you ever want papyrus to make you somethin', right?

[And maybe that can be a, uh...peace offering. Of a sort.]

[He's texting that counts as effort.

There's a slight pause before they send a response.]

Is that really okay?

[Heh. Gotta double-check, don't they? But he, uh...he's kinda been talkin' to his doubles. Gettin' to know the kid vicariously. Time to do a little more of that grunt work on his ownsome.]

i mean it, kiddo.

you know, alphys found her computer the other day.
i think she might have a few episodes of her show on there.

[Funny. They've been talking to their doubles as well. And they've all said plenty, but the main topic of conversation-

Seems to be more akin to getting to know themself vicariously than they'd like.]

Okay. Thank you.

She asked me if I wanted to watch it with her. I'll have to ask if she does have it.
I guess if she does I'll have to watch it at your house, too.

[Another, tentative press. How much stop by our place is allowed; how much is too much?]

hey, why not?
ask the gods if they've got any popcorn.
it sounds like less effort than a game night anyway.

[Maybe that counts as an apology. Or maybe not.

Heh. Probably not.]

You could watch too.
It'll be fun.

[He don't hesitate for very long, even if he'd like to mull it over for longer. But takin' too long to answer might be a dead giveaway that this is what it is, which is a peace offering, albeit a poorly-defined and doomed-to-fail one.]

yeah.
i'd like that.

[They can't see him, so they don't know. What Frisk has is the way their phone lights up with a message of positive reinforcement, sitting on their bed with their knees tucked up to their chin.

He doesn't hesitate, and tone is hard to read by text. By text, you miss things, like hesitation, and the way someone's smile becomes a little watery, or how their chin tucks down so they can press their eyes against the rough texture of their jeans for a moment.]

I'd like that too.

[They really, really would.]

it's a date.

[Is that a weird callback to make? Takin' them out to lunch or something along those lines, chattin' them up in MTT Resort. Do they even remember? Maybe he ain't rememberin' right either. It's a toss-up.]

i think we all need to wind down after these past few days anyway.
i've met like three other sanses already.
it's weird.

[They always knew you'd come back for more, Snas.]

I think I've met four me's. And another Chara, except they said you were king? And one more you. He was nice.

[And happier. That much goes unsaid.]

I like the me with the hat.

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a place where i'm king?
yeesh. i feel real sorry for that reality.

[It's partially a joke. But mostly, it ain't.]

a you with a hat?
they're really gettin' a-head of the game, huh?

Same.

[Sorry buddy.]

Their Chara made it for them. It was woolly cool.

[Heh. Well, he don't blame 'em. They've seen what Sans tryin' to take responsibility looks like. It don't sting all that much to hear 'em say it.

All that much.]

somehow that doesn't surprise me.
four of you, though. sounds like a handful.

[They said sorry in brackets what more do you want from them?]

It's okay. They're all nicer than me.

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i sincerely doubt that, kid.

[Not so surprisin' they think that, honestly.

Kid don't seem to like thinkin' much of themself at all. And, hey. Maybe some part of him is in raucous agreement, or it would be, if he did anything "raucous" at all.

But he's tryin' to be better than that now.]

It's true.

[They'd tell him to see for himself, but- then he'd actually see for himself. Maybe it's a little selfish, not wanting him to find out firsthand.

But maybe they're a little selfish.]

The you I met seemed happy.

course he did. we sans-es are always happy.

but sorry, kiddo. i still don't buy it.

I mean it. He was happy.

[Because that is clearly the part that must be bought, in this conversation.]

[He lets that one lie there. The kid's more determined than he is, he's real damn sure of that one, and he ain't gonna fight a losing battle. This time, anyway. He's met his quota of losing battles.]

alright, alright.
if you say so.

how many of you are there?

I don't know. I've met three but I bet there's more.

Let's try this again, how many of you SHOULD there be?

One? There's only supposed to be one of anyone.

[They might be ten, but they at least know that much.]

Seems like someone here didn't get the message. Pretty sure in situations like this you have to kill the other yous. It's the only way to know which one is the real you.

Hello, Frisk that's lived here a while!

Would you mind if someone wanted to learn with you?

[ Not that she'll ever able to it. Maybe she's just... a masochist... ]

Hello person!

I wouldn't mind; me and a friend are already learning together but I think he'd be really happy to learn with someone else, too.

I'm Rose.

[ But hey, being called a 'person' made her smile nonetheless. ]

The more the merrier, right?

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