[They flinch. It sounds like the same tone she used with Asgore: harsh, and uncompromising.
They don't know what to do. They can't just leave it like this. But they can't...
What could they possibly...?
Frisk shrinks against the doorway and, simply because they don't know what else to do, riding off of an instinct and an old lullaby they sang to the monsters that advanced upon them in the CORE and for Shyren, starts to hum a familiar tune.]
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They don't know what to do. They can't just leave it like this. But they can't...
What could they possibly...?
Frisk shrinks against the doorway and, simply because they don't know what else to do, riding off of an instinct and an old lullaby they sang to the monsters that advanced upon them in the CORE and for Shyren, starts to hum a familiar tune.]