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    KEEP ON HAUNTING ME — frisk — TRoT — they/them — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]oh wow, a farm. you've only ever seen pictures of one, so you suppose you can scratch that off of your bucket list. you're exploring again; the rebellion is nice and all, but you have no intention of staying there. first off, bill is there and not only are they there, but they also lead, which promises trouble for you. second off, its just a resting spot, a place where you can collect your thoughts. it was never going to be permanent. you disregard the border this time, not out of disrespect but rather out of curiousity; you want to investigate the barn. your tiny paws take you forward, past the restricted boundaries, and into the territory.


    @Sariah

    Sariah had a lot of work to do, and not much time to do it. She usually tried to get up before all of the other slaves to give herself time to have a few breaks. Today, however, she had accidentally slept in. In fact, she'd managed to wake up later than everyone else. She had gotten to bed later than usual last night, and now she was paying the price. Any other day she would have been willing to simply go without breaks, but today she had more on her plate than usual. Along with her normal chores, she had a plethora of new tasks her new master wanted her to take care of. She wasn't even sure if she'd have time to get it all done.


    Unfortunately, as she hurried out of the barn, she was the first to spot Frisk wandering into the territory. The Farm was fairly lax with it's borders, so nobody would mind the trespassing. The problem was it was her responsibility to greet them. Something she really didn't have time for. She glanced around, hoping to see someone, anyone, who could take care of the arrival. To her dismay, all the others had already left to do their work. It was only her left near the barn. With a sigh, she took a moment to attempt to arrange her neck fur to hide the collar on her neck reading 'Ghoulian's Pet', and rushed over greet this wanderer. "Hello!" The girl said as cheerfully as she could manage. "Welcome to the Farm ma'am!"


    //thank you for making the thread!