Text || pet the enemy

[save_theworld]

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.

Comments

[save_theworld]

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

[notjustinthemirror]

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

[save_theworld]

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

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

[notjustinthemirror]

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.