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[Color=#67a4e0]Level:[/color] 1 
[Color=#e607f8]Experience:[/color] 7/10
[Color=#e607f8]Currently In:[/color] Snowdin Outskirts, Treat's House >> Back to Snowdin
[Color=#67a4e0]Word Count:[/color] 419 (Exp +1)
[i][color=skyblue]Albedo[/color] [@Lugubrious], [color=forestgreen]Linkle[/color] [@Gentlemanvaultboy][/i]

 Once Treat calmed down enough, Frisk let her move away from their embrace. While the jerks that bullied her were still a problem, they were glad to atleast cheer her up. While Albedo stepped out to get some firewood, and Linkle chatted with the wolfgirl, the child was simply content with sitting by the fire. They took a deep breath in, and out. Once more logs were added, they scooted back just a bit to avoid getting overwhelmed by the warmth. They [i]were[/i] also wearing a sweater [i]and[/i] a snow cap after all.

 After a moment passed, Albedo finally asked Treat about her living conditions. She didn't even hesitate to say the place kinda sucked. The child couldn't blame her. Maybe if more people were brave enough to make the trip, they could fix up the manor to be more...liveable? They guessed? It wasn't like, say, Toriel's home back in the Ruins, but could it be salvaged?? Perhaps. Linkle seemed to agree with them too.

 But then there was the elephant in the room. According to Treat, there was something lurking in the basement. Linkle immediately recognized the signs of a ghost haunting the area. Though she called it a "Poe", Frisk got the idea. They were honestly hesitant in fighting a ghost. Asides from the obvious reason, if the ghost wasn't corporeal, they would have a hard time killing it as far as they knew. 

 Or maybe it was something much worse than a simple ghost. 

 Albedo turned to address them about their wanting to talk with the rabbit residents. Frisk held a hand under their chin in thought, then decided: [color=67a4e0]"You guys go ahead and deal with the ghost. I'll talk with the rabbits."[/color] They said, raising up their stick, their lowly means of self defense. [color=67a4e0]"I'm...not cut out for fighting, not even against ghosts."[/color] The child added with a nervous grin. It felt weird, talking longer than a few short sentences. But they knew they might have to soon. They had to act. If no one had any objections, the child would step back outside.

 However, they were hesitant in taking the same road back to Snowdin. The mansion wasn't as bad, but still! Those dolls looked like they were watching them! Frisk shivered. They stopped at a checkpoint for a reason. The child focused their soul, their determination on returning back to Snowdin. Then with a blink, they teleported back to the fallen star that only they could see. 

 Now to look for anyone rabbit-like.