1st Bloom; [video/action for New Bark Town]

[journalname]

[The video begins with a nice shot of some grass. And then a few trees. There's a bit of quiet shuffling, then a voice.]

...ah. Here we are.

[The camera swings around to a very, very large man. He's pale, with blonde hair and beard and reddish eyes, wearing what looks like golden armor and a long purple cape. So basically he looks like some kind of stereotypical Viking king. Also there is a Sunkern chilling out in his beard. They're obviously still in New Bark Town, though he's wandered a little ways away from Mom's house. That encounter was extremely odd.]

Howdy! I am King Asgore Dreemurr. This...is the Internet, is it not? I confess I am not sure what is going on here, but if there are any other monsters about, please call me or send a text message. Whatever this is, I'm certain it will be all right.

Also, has anyone seen this young one's parents? [He indicates the Sunkern, who chirps.] I believe they are lost.

Comments

[gainedlove]

[Frisk nods again, swallowing thickly against a tight feeling starting to close again around their throat. Their hand raises for a moment to start trying to sign, but after a moment they take a deep breath and lower it again.]

[Be strong, Frisk. You can be strong.]

I...I think...one of my friends here...um. He said...sometimes people come from different times. So he might...um. He might be from...from before?

[A small lie, at least for now...added on all the others they have to tell, it's not that bad...right?]

[journalname]

Oh...I see.

[That almost reminds him of...of something. Research? By...it must have been something Alphys mentioned once. That isn't important now. His throat is too tight, but he forces the words out, no longer even pretending to make actual eye contact with Frisk.]

Is he...being looked after?

[gainedlove]

He...

[Frisk swallows, their lips pressed thin as they choose their words very, very carefully.]

I think so. There's...there's someone goin' with him. An' I promised t' check up with him, too.

[journalname]

Thank you. [That's just like Frisk. They're probably friends already; he's thought, in the past, how similar the two of them are.] Who is going with him?