[Could Frisk be out this window? It took him effort to get up here though. Ridley would do it with ease, so there wouldn't be time for Frisk to get this far.
He's transfixed by the sky again, and he's got a much better view. Dead pine needles crunched under his feet, and grabbed handfuls to examine them as they hissed through his fingers. He'd never seen a pine tree before... and it stood out in such contrast against the sky. How can such a thing be half-dead and still be alive and so green at the other side?]
[* Knowing this tree thrives despite its split identity... it fills you with determination.]
[Find Frisk, this place can wait. He spots the lights dancing on the wall when he gets back inside. Ah ha, a clue!]
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He's transfixed by the sky again, and he's got a much better view. Dead pine needles crunched under his feet, and grabbed handfuls to examine them as they hissed through his fingers. He'd never seen a pine tree before... and it stood out in such contrast against the sky. How can such a thing be half-dead and still be alive and so green at the other side?]
[* Knowing this tree thrives despite its split identity... it fills you with determination.]
[Find Frisk, this place can wait. He spots the lights dancing on the wall when he gets back inside. Ah ha, a clue!]