[Things are always the same here. The Lost Ones are always a biting, pecking, self-digesting group that are simultaneously the closest of family members and the bitterest, cruelest of enemies. Things are the same, and they recognize it as a pattern. Day in, day out. Unchanging. Stable.
It's when things get different that they really get scary.
So now Stan is missing, and Rick has sheathed himself in ironclad silence, and that means that they're going to have to break one of Frisk's rules. But that's all right. It's worth it if they can get him back. He's important to them, all of them. He's their family.
They've got their branch on hand, sharpened to a point - not dosed with dreamshade, but useful in a pinch. His silhouette is dark and forbidding, unmistakably an adult, and based on the description of him from Stan, they know exactly who to be looking for.
Frisk darts Rick a fleeting look before moving around to flank their target on one side, branch upraised.]
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It's when things get different that they really get scary.
So now Stan is missing, and Rick has sheathed himself in ironclad silence, and that means that they're going to have to break one of Frisk's rules. But that's all right. It's worth it if they can get him back. He's important to them, all of them. He's their family.
They've got their branch on hand, sharpened to a point - not dosed with dreamshade, but useful in a pinch. His silhouette is dark and forbidding, unmistakably an adult, and based on the description of him from Stan, they know exactly who to be looking for.
Frisk darts Rick a fleeting look before moving around to flank their target on one side, branch upraised.]