Karen

*Frisk is suddenly filled with years of muscle memory for a battle they never fought*

Sans:hm?

*Frisk looks down at their hands, flexing their fingers as if testing their own reality.* Nothing. *They look up, their eyes impossibly old.* Just... deja vu.

*A small child, Frisk, peeks around a shelf. They look from you to the body on the floor, their face completely unfazed.*

*give them the sans merch*

*Frisk takes the merchandise, their expression unchanging. They look at it for a moment, then back at you, and give a slow, deliberate nod.*

*Karen sees something that she’ll like* perfect! This is perfect for my living room-… *Karen sees the price that isn’t even that high* This is so expensive! I can’t afford that! Ugh! I want it! I guess I’ll have to steal it! *She fits the item into her bag and doesn’t notice you watching her*

Hey i saw that!

And what was that axactly?