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Fresh fallen snow, as pure and white as snow could be, crunched beneath Frisk’s feet. Crunch, crunch, crunch— It was a familiar melody they stomped out with every step.
Familiar. That’d been the word on Frisk’s mind through this entire journey. Each new corner they turned and each new weird face they spoke to, it was all so familiar. Waves of nostalgia were rolling over their shoulders as they trotted through the serene winter town of Snowdin.
Perhaps it was the warm, bright lights, cutting through the chilling dark, or the blatant Christmas decor covering every inch of space as far as they could see. Christmas was familiar, so maybe that’s why this place was familiar. It reminded them of the world they knew.
They liked Christmas.
Frisk paused. Or, more accurately, they were brought to a pause. That soft, warm feeling in their chest guided them to the window of the inn, where a golden light awaited with a quiet hum. Frisk never knew why they were drawn to the light every time it appeared, but that feeling in their chest was kind and reassuring, and its suggestions had yet to lead them astray.
So, they reached out for the light, until it blinked from view.
Right, now to explore that inn, and see if there were any rooms they could wreck with abandon. A pillow fort supreme was on the—
Frisk paused. Or, more accurately, they froze. There, across town, was something surprising: Someone new.
Someone new? Everyone was new to them. This was their first time here, afterall. Yet, the sight of this someone confused them. It took them a moment to realize why.
This person was unfamiliar.
Frisk didn’t need much convincing to march ahead. The warm feeling in their chest thrummed with excitement at their decision.