[Avengers] Frisk Evaluation

[The Vision]

Frisk twiddled her thumbs, legs swinging from the seat of the chair. She was holding a cup of hot chocolate. She was in one of the many food facilities. 

The Vision opened the door. 

“I am afraid we have no cinnamon or butterscotch pie,” the Vision reported, “let alone a cinnamon-butterscotch pie. But Mr. Jarvis says the cooking staff can start experimenting with recipes.”

“It’s alright,” Frisk muttered.

The Vision sat down at a seat opposite Frisk. His feet were exactly parallel, his back straight, and his hands symmetrically placed on the table between them. 

“Let us begin,” he said.

His left eye began to whir, a dim blue light fading deep inside the iris.

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The Vision smiled.

“Let’s start with your name.”