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A few hours passed by painfully slow as Frisk sat at the kitchen table, staring down at her placemat. There was a tense hush in the kitchen and living room, as everyone tried to remain calm and watch over Frisk, attempting to maintain a semblance of normality. For a moment, the human child considered whether or not she was insane at this point; she no longer saw her friends as the monsters they were supposed to be, but the shambling beings they were right before she killed them in her dreams, except Sans, who just looked terrifying. Frisk watched from the corner of her eye as every now and then Papyrus would glance worriedly over in her direc

Chapter 3 The sun hit Frisks’ eyes, but did not wake her, as she was already sitting up in bed, rocking back and forth slightly. She had been plagued all night long by terrors of falling asleep and dreaming about hurting more friends, so she had stayed awake all throughout the night. She wasn’t sure what time it was, only that she didn’t want to leave her bed. Her eyes were heavy, red, and swollen from crying all night, and she was certain she would have dark circles under her eyes, which would be difficult to explain to everyone. She desperately craved sleep, but every time she would try to relax and let the glorious slumbe

Chapter 2 As Frisk walked through the front door of her home she smelled the distinct smell of spaghetti throughout. Having not eaten lunch, her mouth immediately watered from the thought of being able to eat spaghetti for dinner. She knew for certain that it had been Papyrus that had cooked it, and though when they had first met his cooking left much to be desired, with Toriel’s help he had blossomed into a fairly decent chef—with regards to simple foods and his signature dish spaghetti. Everything else was usually hit or miss, mostly being a miss.   “Oh, I guess we’re having spaghetti again tonight, huh dear child?

Chapter 1 When Frisk opened her eyes she was at first panicked by the darkness. Looking around, she noticed that she could still see into the room she was in. Blood and dust were everywhere,  coating the walls like a thick, repugnant paint and smelled just as bad. It was a horrifying sight, enough to make her want to purge the contents of her stomach.   “You…” A sudden voice called out to Frisk and she jerked around, wildly trying to find the source of the sound. Turning and whipping her head back and forth yielded her just an empty room.   “You did this…” Flashes of corpses danced through her head. Horr

Prologue The first time Sans met Frisk, he was incredibly suspicious of her. She wasn’t entirely like the other humans that had fallen. She was more fearful, smaller, almost…disturbed. The others that fell had no qualms with hurting other monsters, whether it was in self-defense or not. This one, Frisk, however, seemed to avoid bloodshed not out of kindness, but out of a cowardice that kept her from hurting others. At the time, Sans figured it was for the best. It was easier to have kept his promise to Toriel about protecting the human that way. But something about Frisk kept nagging at him. She was however, maybe more genuine t