[They're the first human that monsters have seen in generations. She says the name Frisk like they're supposed to know what that is, as if it's supposed to be important to them.]
[Their hands have curled into fists, clenched down by their side. They curl on the spot, as though preparing to dart off under their own power. They would be, except that there's nowhere to go. She's blocking their primary exit.]
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[They're the first human that monsters have seen in generations. She says the name Frisk like they're supposed to know what that is, as if it's supposed to be important to them.]
[Their hands have curled into fists, clenched down by their side. They curl on the spot, as though preparing to dart off under their own power. They would be, except that there's nowhere to go. She's blocking their primary exit.]
No monster has even seen a human in generations.