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Frisk blinked their eyes open, the vastness of the pit that had claimed them coming into view out of the darkness.
So they should have figured that wouldn't work. With their newfound strength and sturdiness, there was no way a simple fall would have done a whole lot of damage. Either way, they were underground now; underground with the monsters where they belonged. Once the first pricks of hunger began to poke at their belly and an insatiable thirst claimed their throat, they realized that they had to leave the surface. Frisk couldn't trust themselves on the surface with this kind of hunger, a hunger that could only be tamed through something Frisk would never be willing to do; harming another person, something that could actually kill.
Frisk could never live a life that depended on the murder and maiming of others, and thus decided that this life had to end. They just didn't realize dying would be so difficult like this.
Either way, sitting about would do no good and no good can be held from wasting time, and so Frisk stood, looking about the bed of golden flowers. They were pretty, and would probably have looked a whole lot better had Frisk not fallen on them. Dusting themselves off, they headed into the unknown through foreign halls of an ancient ruin till they reached a door with a riddle inscribed on the wall to its side. If navigating the rest of the ruins would be like this, the journey would at least be entertaining.
Skipping to the part they arrive at the home because reasons
Frisk looked up at the arches and ridges of the small home, and seeing such a sight in a place like the ruins filled them with determination, a kind that they had not felt in a long while. The path here had been easy and interesting only in the regard of the puzzles laid out before them, but they met no one. Sure, Frisk could see monsters lurking in the shadows and corners, but none dared to confront them, and Frisk had to wonder why. Maybe they knew what had happened, what Frisk was, despite the fact that they still appeared human.
They stepped through the door of the home and looked around. It was quaint, and nice, but abandoned all the same. Well, abandoned may have been a strong choice of words for the situation, as spiders had found the apparent nooks and crannies a wonderful place to call home. The fact that, even after the original owners had left, this house was still a home, was comforting to Frisk as they wandered through it.
Frisk, despite having a craving to explore and discover new things, had a hunger that made them think in an entirely different way. Perhaps down here, there was something for them to eat. They wandered the house, finding a kitchen and more importantly; a fridge. They pulled open the door, and looked inside. There was nothing but a bar of chocolate, and although it wouldn't curb their hunger, they took it anyway, putting it in their pocket.
Afterwards, they took the stairs down into a dark hallway and followed it. They had a keen eye in the shadows now, but the colors and shading of things seemed rather.. Off. However, it didn't matter, and they soon reached the large, decorated door. What ever was on the either side, Frisk was ready and determined to face it.
With a forceful push, the huge door creaked open and a cold air rushed past, brushing their hair and chilling them down to the bone. At least they were wearing their favorite sweater, or this trip would be a little more unpleasant. They stepped out into the chill and took everything in. There was a cobble road leading through a pine forest, and snow caked the earth and trees. It was a pretty sight to take in, but Frisk wanted to find a snack more than they cared to enjoy the scenery, and so they continued down the path and into the woods.
As they walked, there came a breaking of a branch. They turned, and saw nothing. A few moments later, there was a foot step. When they turned, they saw nothing. Although Frisk appreciated a good joke and scare, they were a little preoccupied with more pressing matters. There was a bridge with wooden beams across it, but those beams and bars were too far apart to stop anyone from going through, and Frisk had to wonder what the point of them was.
"You. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand." Came a voice from behind them, and Frisk turned, extending their hand to meet another, cold and boney. Standing in front of them was a skeleton, dressed rather casually in shorts and a fluffy blue hoodie. When they shook hands, there was a rather awkward farting noise. A whoopee cushion.
"Heheh, the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. Its always funny. Anyways, so you're.. something like a human, right? That's hilarious. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton. Haven't seen anything like you since that other nut. My brother, Papyrus, has been wanting to meet a human that's a little less... Well, anyway, I think that's him over there. Come on, I have an idea." The small skeleton says, giving a light shrug before leading Frisk through the gateway and to what seemed like a sentry post, with a rather oddly shaped lamp nearby.
"Quick, behind that conveniently shaped lamp." Sans says, pointing to the lamp.
"Uhm, the lamp is.. What. Okay, sure." Frisk mumbles, heading over to the lamp and standing next to it. This was absolutely ridiculous, the other skeleton was going to see them. Although, why that was a bad thing was entirely beyond them, but they figured they were about to see, as the taller skeleton came by in a much more ridiculous outfit. It suited him.
"Sup, bro?" Sans says casually, putting his hands in the pouch of his hoodie.
"You know what's 'sup', brother! It's been eight days and you still haven't recalibrated your puzzles! You just hang out around your station, what are you even doing?!" The other skeleton had a voice that sounded kind of like skeletor from that old TV show. What was it called? He man or something. Kind of angry and all Nyeh-heh-heh.
"Staring at this lamp, it's really cool. Wanna look?" Sans replies, once again with a light shrug. Not that this plan was good to begin with, but he's throwing it off even more by just pulling his attention to the lamp that Frisk was standing next to. Frisk folded their arms and glared.
"No! I don't have time for that!!" The other replies angrily, "Wait.. Who's that next to the lamp?"
"Next to the lamp? Papyrus, I don't know what you mean." Sans answers.
"Look there! To the right of the lamp! It looks kind of like the human Chara!" The one called Papyrus declared, stepping closer and examining Frisk.
"Huh, but Chara only wears green sweaters, and that's obviously a blue sweater." Sans points out, all the while Frisk stands next to the lamp with a raised eyebrow.
"That's so true!" Papyrus agrees, reaching out and poking Frisk, "Who are you, Human?"
"Frisk." They reply bluntly.
"Wowie! It's nice to meet you! We ought to take you to King Asgore to meet Chara! Maybe you know them, then we can all be friends!" Papyrus exclaims, his tone changing but the whole skeletor nyeh-heh-heh thing kinda stayed. It was cool.
"Jeez, bro. Maybe they should get something to eat first." Sans interjected, "Tell you what, I'll go on break and take Frisk to Grilby's and you can go tell the King and Queen about this!"
"Of course you get the break, but, this is an important task, and important enough for the Great Papyrus! Don't worry human, you'll be dining with the royal family soon!" Papyrus declares, turning and heading off into the distance. These two were certainly an interesting pair.
"Anyway, thanks for that. Chara can be kind of hard on Papyrus, so thanks for playing the nice human for him. Even if you aren't human." Sans says, and if a skeleton could wink, he did at that moment before continuing, "Anyway, follow me. I know a short-cut."
Grilby's
"Pretty great short-cut, am I right?" Sans laughed as he led Frisk into the building, greeted with a chorus of Hello's.
"Weren't you here for breakfast half an hour ago?" Someone asked.
"Nah, I haven't had breakfast an at least an hour." Sans shrugged, "You must be thinkin' of brunch." Although it wasn't really that funny, there was an echo of laughter in the room. People seemed to really like Sans, which said a lot to Frisk where their safety was concerned.
"Anyway, take a seat, you must be hungry." Sans said, sitting down on one of the stools at the bar. Frisk eyed the seat suspiciously before picking up a whoopee cushion and tossing it to Sans. "Huh, that's odd. Some weirdos must be puttin' whoopee cushions on the seat."
"Seems so." Frisk replies, trying to ignore the rumbling in their stomach and the fatigue they felt. Maybe something here could satisfy that hunger?
"Anyway, Grilby, We'll have an order of the burg and some fries." Sans informs with a wave of his hand before turning to Frisk again, "So you seem like a.. Sharp.. Kid, so what were you doing in a place like the ruins?"
Almost as soon as Sans said the word sharp, Frisk unconsciously began to play with the tip off their fangs, poking at it with their tongue and still trying to get used to their existence, "Oh, you know.. Exploring." Frisk answers, closing their mouth in awkward shock when they pricked their tongue.
"Exploring, huh?" Sans noted, far from convinced, but gave it up when Grilby sat down the plates of food in front of them, "Want ketchup?"
"No thanks." Frisk answered, picking up the burger and taking a bite. They didn't expect it to satisfy their hunger, but they didn't expect what happened either. The burger turned to ash in their mouth and slid through their hands onto the plate as they spit the ashes out.
"Wow, looks like your dish really bit the dust there." Sans joked, chugging down the bottle of ketchup before getting up, "Welp, looks like we'll need to find you something proper for your kind."
"Delightful." Frisk groaned, standing up and following Sans out of the building and somehow... Into a long, golden hallway. They were honestly tempted to ask about how that happened, but at this point they just decided to go with the flow. It was a beautiful building, with black and gold tile and elegant pillars supporting the roof, gentle rays of light breaking through the glass pane windows. It was while standing in this gentle room that Frisk realized just how tired they were, and that the light was starting to get a little annoying. Frisk found themselves dozing off where they stood, which they would soon regret...
"Sans! Who's this?! I've never seen them before!" An excited voice shouted from behind, Sans turning around to face it. The voice, however, slammed Frisk right out of their state of dozing off, and had scared the living crap out of them; so much so that they jumped a little into the air.
Of course, when they looked down.. They realized that there was a rather odd distance between themselves and the tile floor.. And a lack of legs and body.