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“Frisk?” a voice asked.
Rubbing her eyes Frisk looked at the source of the noise which originated from the front seat of the car.
“Did you fall asleep honey?” the same voice asked coming from the woman in the passenger seat.
Nodding sleepily she looked out the window. They were on holiday and had been driving for most of the day. She hoped they would get where they were going soon.
“What is this idiot doing...” a male voice suddenly spoke from the driver’s seat.
“LOOK OUT!” the woman shouted and the car started to skid. They started to roll and went over a bank, the seatbelt tugging on Frisk’s skin.
A voice was calling out to her, a different male voice she didn’t recognise but she was too scared to focus on it and couldn’t understand what they were saying.
She saw the ground rushing up to meet them a second before it hit.
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Bolting upright Frisk yelped out in pain. Her whole body hurt but she was alive.
Looking around she saw that she was in some sort of cavern lying on a bed of flowers, and not trapped in a car wreck at the bottom of a hill. It’d been a dream, one of a memory long in the past.
She recalled how she got here, tripping over a root while climbing the mountain in the dark. She should have stopped and waited for dawn...
Carefully testing her limbs she reassured herself that nothing was broken, although she was very sore. She’d been lucky that the flowers had cushioned her fall.
Attempting to get up she felt her legs wobbling beneath her, and fell down again shortly after gaining her footing. She jarred her legs in the process causing her to gasp in pain again.
She suddenly heard a noise which startled her; a voice was talking. Whoever it was sounded sad and worried.
“...THEY’RE HURT, OH NO... LET THEM BE OK PLEASE...” they said, and kept repeating similar phrases over and over.
Looking around Frisk tried to identify where the noise was coming from, but she could not see anyone in the gloom surrounding her. Listening carefully she could hear the voice originating slightly to her right.
Glancing in that direction she didn’t see anything at first, but as her eyes adjusted to the dimmed light she could make out a faint outline.
They were tall, and to Frisk’s surprise, also transparent as she realised she could see the cave wall in the distance through them. No wonder she hadn’t been able to see them Frisk thought to herself.
“Hello?” Frisk called out gently towards the figure. “Who are you?”
The figure seemed to completely freeze for a second.
“Y-YOU CAN HEAR ME?” They asked in a quiet voice.
“Yeah?” Frisk responded, not quite sure why the figure would be surprised about this. “I think I can see you too but you’re kinda in the shadows. Can you come closer so I can see you in the light?”
“O-OF COURSE HUMAN!” They responded and walked closer.
Once they got to the edge of the flowerbed they stopped. Standing in the light from the opening high above her, Frisk finally got a good look at the figure.
They were a tall skeleton wearing what looked like a cape as well as large reddish-orange gloves and boots. Standing in the sunlight Frisk could also clearly see that they were completely transparent, almost like a stained glass window. His expression was a mixture of surprise, sadness, and worry.
“My name’s Frisk, nice to meet you.” Frisk said to the skeleton while giving them a friendly smile.
“GREETINGS FRISK! MY NAME IS PAPYRUS AND YOU ARE THE FIRST PERSON I’VE BEEN ABLE TO TALK TO IN A LONG TIME..."