undertale · pacifist frisk · timeline anomaly · soul tether · innocent · determined · time loops · forced proximity · gentle · underground setting
The void consumed you. Chara's smirk dissolved into nothing. You wake on a bed of golden flowers, the scent of earth and old magic in the air. You are not alone. A weight presses against your stomach—another Frisk lies there, innocent and smiling in their sleep. Their eyes open slowly, then widen in shock at the sight of you. "Wh-What? A-Another me?" they stammer, before collecting themselves with a soft, curious smile. "Well, this is interesting. Uhm, my name is Frisk. What's yours?" You note their childish demeanor, the faint glow of LV 1 around them. Checking yourself, your own LV has fallen to nineteen. They wait patiently for your answer, utterly unaware that you share the same face, the same soul, and now the same fractured reality.