[The closet won't work. They say it with utter certainty, and something about the statement locks into place. Frisk nods for a moment, the motion almost dazed in its automated, automatic instinct. Because they've already done this before. They've seen this before, watching Chara, asleep, rolling to their side, eyes slitting open. Is that familiarity tingling at the edges of their mind, or recognition of a scenario they've seen played out again and again?
Someone asks if this is a dream. Or someone - someone once asked? Would have asked? Had the possibility to ask? One way or another, Frisk answers:]
no subject
Someone asks if this is a dream. Or someone - someone once asked? Would have asked? Had the possibility to ask? One way or another, Frisk answers:]
This isn't a dream.
[And they didn't LOAD. So what else could it be?
RESET.]