I AM NOT YOUR CONCERN [ joining ] THE WORLD WILL STILL TURN WHEN I'M NOT AROUND

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[size=7pt][font=verdana]I'VE SAID A FAIR SHARE OF STUPID THINGS, THAT I CAN'T HIDE.
MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS JUST ROLL THEIR EYES, STAY BY MY SIDE.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]At this point, you didn't really care about looking for Sans anymore. Wherever the hell he was, you had given up on trying to find him. If he was going to up and disappear like that, then fuck him! He can take his shitty nicknames and leave for all you cared.

No, you didn't need any of your dumb friends anymore. You had spent way too long depending on them, and you didn't want to anymore.

...

Now that that was out of the way, what now? Gael Village was...dead, to be blunt. And...

...Wait a second.

During your silent rant, you hadn't exactly been watching where you had been wandering. Blinking the exhaustion from your eyes, you'd attempt to focus on a blurry sign in front of you.

...Gravity...Falls?

Wait, that didn't seem right. How would Gravity Falls be here of all places? It was certainly impossible for entire towns to just...be somewhere else, right?

Especially if they were from other places entirely. Usually, you'd expect this from a hub timeline, but this place wasn't a hub, certainly. So...What exactly was going on?

...Ehh, you decided not to bother thinking too hard about it. After all, it should've been impossible for you to end up here, anyways.

You then came across the scent of a border.

Oh, a clan, how wonderful.

Well, you kinda needed a place to stay, especially after Gael Village just...became silent all of a sudden.

So, you decided to wait there. Perhaps someone would come along soon and greet you and all that.

That was usually what happened, right? Yeah, you were...probably sure.

//stumbles in

hi

and whoops museless

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[size=7pt][font=verdana]I'VE SAID A FAIR SHARE OF STUPID THINGS, THAT I CAN'T HIDE.
MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS JUST ROLL THEIR EYES, STAY BY MY SIDE.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]//Whoops, sorry! I got sick so I hadn't felt like writing at all.

One, two, three, and four. That's how many people came to greet you.

Though only one of them had actually spoken, you still knew that they all were asking you the same question.

Who are you and what were you doing here?

'Course, 'course, they always asked you that. Not like you were complaining, though, it was a fair enough question to ask someone.

"The name's Fr--Frisk, I uhhh...want--wanted to ask if I could uhhmmm--join this...clan...iff--uhh...that's alri--okay with you...?"

No, you weren't really that nervous.

Okay, maybe you were, a little, but for the most part you blamed your own slow-ass mouth for not being able to keep up.

New people always scared you a bit, anyways. Usually, you'd at least have a basic idea of how they'd might act. But with these guys, you (for the most part) had no clue how they'd react to someone like you.

Well, might as well start holding your breath and preparing yourself now. There was no harm in it, anyways, except maybe making you seem a bit more terrified than you actually were.

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