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Prologue

   Stars. Billions of stars. That's what I woke up to. I didn't know how I got there, I didn't know where there was. I knew only two things. My name. My age. I could speak, but that doesn't really count, I think. 

   When they found me, I chose not to speak because I was afraid. Frisk understood. They took my hand, and brought me close to the others. They smiled at me, and I smiled back. I didn't know why, but it felt right.

   I soon grew comfortable in my home with my friends, but I always felt there was something I was missing. Some days were worse than others. Those were the days where I wandered. I would wander near the cliffs and look out at the stars. It was comforting. The stars were constant even when I wasn't. The stars were the only thing that was constant.

   It was on one of my wandering days that I saw him for the first time. I did not approach him, for I had never seen him before, and I was afraid. He did not move, save for the motion of his breathing. I watched him for what felt like hours, until he suddenly stood and a hole appeared in the air. The hole was white. The light from inside of it surprised me, and before I knew it he was on the other side and it had closed.

   When I asked Toriel about it later, she told me I had nothing to fear. She had seen him as well, and told me she believed that he came to think. "He has the eyes of a man with a burden." She said, "Leave him be, for I'm sure his mind is troubled, and to disturb him would be disrespectful."

   So when I saw him again, I left him to his thoughts. He did not always appear, but he did often enough that it was a familiar sight, comforting even. Before long I had memorised where he appeared, and in my mind it became "his spot", for I could not imagine anyone else sitting there. Indeed, attempting to visualise anyone else there caused a great sense of discomfort.

   I did not speak to anyone else about him, simply out of gut instinct. In truth, I was afraid of what they might say. I also did not want them to disturb him, because I went to stars for thought as well, and I would not like to be disturbed then either.

   Even when he did not come, he managed to invade my thoughts. I had never seen anyone who looked quite like him. It was intriguing to say the least. There was a kind of apprehension in my mind toward him, but I could not figure out why. Even so I could not help but feel a connection to him, this man whose face I had never seen, and who I had never heard speak. 

   I did not truly believe that I ever would, and yet I was fond of him anyway. As for why I could not tell you, indeed I don't think I can even now. I don't believe that I will ever understand what drew me to him in the first place. I don't think either of us ever will.