From their place at the top of the stairs, Frisk freezes too.
Exactly how thrill-seeking they are (and their specific levels of smarts) could maybe be disputed, but their curiosity is definitely something they have trouble resisting. They're already up here, aren't they? So many empty places around for them to explore, they've never felt like bothering to look at the upper floors of this building. It's usually the places people used to live in that were fun to find things in, and they're pretty sure this was just a place for people to work at, if the old printing stuff in the basement was any indication.
No music. No movement, either. No sound but their own breath. With the diffused light from the setting sun, it's a little creepy.
With slow, careful footsteps, Frisk continues.
And they make it to a door that's slightly ajar. They have a good ear for music, but only when it's there--they can't tell if it came from this one, it's just a guess, but they check it out anyway. Quickly, they jam their head into the room and take a look around.
The radio stands out. 'Cause it's not as old as the rest of the things in the room.
But it's...off. And the room is otherwise empty. No way out aside from the window, and it's not open.
So the music came from somewhere else...
Or.
Frisk lightly bumps the door a little more open with their shoulder.
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Date: 2018-08-20 09:05 am (UTC)From their place at the top of the stairs, Frisk freezes too.
Exactly how thrill-seeking they are (and their specific levels of smarts) could maybe be disputed, but their curiosity is definitely something they have trouble resisting. They're already up here, aren't they? So many empty places around for them to explore, they've never felt like bothering to look at the upper floors of this building. It's usually the places people used to live in that were fun to find things in, and they're pretty sure this was just a place for people to work at, if the old printing stuff in the basement was any indication.
No music. No movement, either. No sound but their own breath. With the diffused light from the setting sun, it's a little creepy.
With slow, careful footsteps, Frisk continues.
And they make it to a door that's slightly ajar. They have a good ear for music, but only when it's there--they can't tell if it came from this one, it's just a guess, but they check it out anyway. Quickly, they jam their head into the room and take a look around.
The radio stands out. 'Cause it's not as old as the rest of the things in the room.
But it's...off. And the room is otherwise empty. No way out aside from the window, and it's not open.
So the music came from somewhere else...
Or.
Frisk lightly bumps the door a little more open with their shoulder.
"Ghost?" they suggest aloud.