[A jungle indeed, with sunlight streaming through the fronds, wind breezing through it all...]
[...]
[The window is open.]
[The whole side of the house--a small space between the one he's in and the next--is covered in grass and dead pine needles, as a pine tree that's half orange from death and half green as a bunch of the highest branches cling to life juts crookedly from the ground. One of those branches even happens to be almost touching the window sill on the outside...]
[Otherwise, there's lights playing on the wall halfway down the stairs he can spot if he looks that way.]
[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!]
[Hopefully the window stays open in the meantime--]
[The lights are a reflection. A reflection of water, in fact. If he gets down the stairs--steep, maybe even formidable--he'll find Ridley settled in front of a fish tank near another window, sunlight bouncing off its surface.]
[The fish tank is huge; there's so many odd creatures he's never seen before. Swimming around minding their business are a school of tetras, guppies, a few angelfish, a yellow discus, spotted danios, black mollies, rainbow fish, and a pleco sucking along the bottom like an underwater vacuum.
Hmm. If Ridley's here, Frisk must be too. Was there anything to throw for the cat to chase? There's stray pieces of purple gravel by his feet. If he can throw them far enough, would Ridley be distracted? Would they even be loud enough for her to hear? Hypergod tosses several pieces.]
Her ears twitch a few times before she finally pays attention--shiny fish are far more fun to watch--but she does, and she jumps away to investigate.
"Asriel?" Frisk hisses from the other side of the room. They're peering out from behind an old boombox. They didn't think he'd go so far as to follow them.
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[The window is open.]
[The whole side of the house--a small space between the one he's in and the next--is covered in grass and dead pine needles, as a pine tree that's half orange from death and half green as a bunch of the highest branches cling to life juts crookedly from the ground. One of those branches even happens to be almost touching the window sill on the outside...]
[Otherwise, there's lights playing on the wall halfway down the stairs he can spot if he looks that way.]
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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!]
5 years later
[The lights are a reflection. A reflection of water, in fact. If he gets down the stairs--steep, maybe even formidable--he'll find Ridley settled in front of a fish tank near another window, sunlight bouncing off its surface.]
5 extra years more
Hmm. If Ridley's here, Frisk must be too. Was there anything to throw for the cat to chase? There's stray pieces of purple gravel by his feet. If he can throw them far enough, would Ridley be distracted? Would they even be loud enough for her to hear? Hypergod tosses several pieces.]
time doesn't exist
"Asriel?" Frisk hisses from the other side of the room. They're peering out from behind an old boombox. They didn't think he'd go so far as to follow them.