#glitterandsweaters

Noel didn’t have to wonder why her aunt loved tacky Americana. It had been passed on in the genes, it seemed, because strolling through a place called the Mystery Shack proved a particular kind of amusing for the young woman. The kind where she wasn’t entirely sure if it was supposed to be serious, or a parody on Oregon’s northwestern folklore and mystique. But it had its own aesthetic, and regardless of its intent, she could appreciate it. The current exhibit she was looking at was...puzzling, however.

         【❤】Strange. They had finally found the time after a very long absence to visit the Underground to find their lonely friend, but instead found another person standing about the Waterfall caves. Due to the lack of people coming through, the echo flowers stood relatively silent aside from the soft sounds of trickling water echoing through the air. It easily surprised them to see that anyone was here at all with the lack of sound.

          Taking it upon their self to approach the other, Frisk quietly crossed the wooden bridge over the creak that divided where they stood from the stranger. “Excuse me...! Are you lost?”