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Callisto really loved Waterfall. Really loved Waterfall. It was quiet, serene, and the monsters here were fairly kind. Gerson in particular, actually...
But they knew they had to leave. If they didn’t, they’d never make it to Asgore. And then who would help break the barrier? Besides, Callisto was certain the monsters could only bear the Underground for so long; they had four souls already, and Callisto could see the impatience burning in their eyes. Even the kindest, gentlest people had their limits. And with what humans had done to the monsters... Callisto understood.
Sitting on the damp wooden bridge, Callisto removed their shoes and socks, rolling up their khakis to dip their feet into the luminescent water. It was a bit cold, but they didn’t seem to mind.
The soft sound of footfalls was what startled them up onto their bare feet, stumbling back a few steps.
“Who’s there?”