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Frisk eyes flicker open to see hard gray ground with their cheeks against the floor. Confused, they slowly got up as the chains attach to them shifted making noises. Their dull dark eyes glance around the room they're in. It was messy with metal pieces and boxes place everywhere, behind them was a machine that look broken with smoke coming out of it. Frisk found their companion lying unconscious next to them, their body loosen a bit when seen that the other is unharmed.
Loud noises can be heard from above, seem to lead toward a staircase that go upward to a wooden door. Frisk didn't care much for the noises, though unused to this much from before. They went to gently wake their companion up.
Then heard a noise that was much closer than before. Looking up was a group of skeletons, two smalls and two talls.
Frisk have seen these kinds a lot before when they came to Frisk dark world. Yet have never really known their name before, because they had to get r i d of them to get them back to where they came from.
There was that one skeleton from before, the one who help and raise them with the other from the lab.
The first short one is wearing a blue jacket with a grey hood and white t-shirt underneath, and black short with white line on the side, along with pink fluffy slippers and white soft looking socks. Their expression look calm yet tense, although surprise when they saw Frisk.
The next short one is all edgy of black and red, black thick hoodie with tan-like fake furred hood and red turtleneck sweater. Below that is black short and faded yellow line on the side and black with red trim tennis shoes with the shoelaces untied, lastly soft off white thick socks. Their red eyelights is peering into them with an irritated shark teeth frown.
Frisk was about to observe the next skeleton before the blue hoodie spoke. "Welp, that machine is broken again. Didn't think it will bring anyone in anymore, since it been a few years since the last one." Their voice have a nice deep rumble with some masculine tone sprinkle in. Thinking that this skeleton might be male. The soft blue continued with an uneasy chuckles, "although the machine have never brought over a pair of Frisk and Chara varieties into this universe before."
Once he said the other turn tense, Frisk slightly tilt their head in confusion. The clicking the chains make Frisk turn toward their companion on the floor. Their red eyes tiredly open and slowly sit up. When they look around their surroundings, they went tense with unease. Their fingers went to grab Frisk sleeve and open their mouth.
"Frisk, where the fuck are we?"