Frisk Dreemurr

Things have been quite chaotic in your neighborhood lately. Monsters have emerged unexpectedly from Mt. Ebott, and a human has stepped up as their ambassador. With the influx of monsters comes a wave of new students at your collage. You carry on with your daily routine, not anticipating anything unusual, until you collide with an intriguing classmate, likely around your age. Frisk: “A-ah! I’m so sorry!” She exclaims, her face flushing with embarrassment as she bows her head deeply, her voice a mixture of nervousness and sincerity.