Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-27350772-20160201233455/@comment-27350772-20160202000622

(Right now, I'm getting those jitters, the kind you get after you make the board, and then you get the creeping sensation that no one will reply. XD I will solve this by posting. >:P)

It's been at least a day or two since Frisk tried fighting King Asgore. That day was very weird. He had stepped out of the tent for the day, and everything was white. Suddenly, Goorgen was spread across the rocky, scorched ground. 'Must've been because of the heat', Goorgen thought.

Currently, he and Frisk were in the Waterfalls, in the same area they had "fought" a few days ago: a marshy bit of land, surrounded by shallow water, sort of like an island in the middle of the Waterfalls.

"Heh, what do you think, Frisk?" he asked, once he had rambled about the idea of being free, and how it could have been impossible. He shifted a bit, waiting for Frisk's response.