[Oh. That looks like a kind of spiraling death pit forming beneath their feet. Frisk watches the tile-like material of the floor go clattering away, plummeting into the seemingly endless blackness below.
Fingers wrap around their hand and yank at them, and Frisk follows without resistance. They try to keep pace as best as they can. Their legs are short, but if they don't keep up, he might get mad.
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Fingers wrap around their hand and yank at them, and Frisk follows without resistance. They try to keep pace as best as they can. Their legs are short, but if they don't keep up, he might get mad.
It's not good, if adults get mad.]