Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190125234216/@comment-29194274-20190128043014

"Heeeey," US! Temmie looks over at Flowey, but he answers her question before she actually asks.

"It's called HATE. Left over from every genocide tun you've done. And no, I don't know why you're suddenly feeling its affects."

"How'd you know?" US!Temmie's eyes widen.

"You're me, but a doll instead of a flower. Why do you THINK I know?"

Out near Falkreath, a young troll is wandering in the woods.

Although she has a purple sign on her hoodie, and messy face paint, she's not of that caste. She was posing for someone, but now she's back to her usual looks. In reality, this young troll is a cerulean, while still a Highblood, she's only the first ring of nobility.

Alnika, commonly referred to as Aln by her friends, is just glad she has so many hoodies on. It's freezing out here.