Outside of time and space, Frisk wandered in the dark abyss.

After her battle with Flowey, she found herself here all alone. She has not seen Flowey or any of her friends, but she stayed determined. She kept walking forward hoping to find an exit.

Frisk wandered further into the abyss.

As Frisk walked, she noticed she had yet to feel hungry. Perhaps that was a good thing. She has not found any stores nearby, and her pockets were empty as well. She would not starve, at least she hoped.

Frisk wandered further.

What time was it? She did not feel tired with all of her walking. The concept of time was slowly escaping her. She could not remember the last time she slept, ate, or talked to anyone for that matter. She briefly wondered whom it was that she talked to last. Was it a friend? A relative? Perhaps it was an enemy. She had no clue.

Frisk wandered further.

Why was she walking again? She forgot. Was there somewhere she was trying to get to? Frisk shrugged her shoulders. Well, she had nothing better to do. May as well walk.

Frisk wandered further.

What was her name again? That thought suddenly plagued her mind. It's been so long since she heard it. Did she even have a name? Was she ever named or called anything before? For some reason, she could not remember.

She wandered further.

And further.

And further.

It was not until she bumped into someone that she stopped in her tracks. With dulled eyes, she looked up at whom she crashed into. It was a man wearing dark clothing. His face was pure white. No, maybe it was a skull? A mask? She did not care for the answer to that one. She did take notice of his creepy smile though. He also had cracks above the left eye and one below the right. Normally, she would be frightened, but she could not bring herself to care. She has not done that in so long. Because of her absence from reality, her heart changed. Not only was it devoid of emotion, it was a mucky gray color. When before, it had a vibrant glow of life and a courageous ruby hue.

Lethargically, Frisk stared at this man as he lifelessly gazed back. He slowly touched her heart shaped soul with his dried, crusted, and boney finger. Frisk stood silent. His hand dropped as he looked past her into the distance. Then he just left. Quietly, she watched him disappear into darkness.

She looked down back at her heart shaped soul. It now had a small red dot radiating inside. When it disappeared back inside of her, she remembered her name. Her name was Frisk! That's right. How could she have forgotten that?

Frisk turned away from where the man disappeared and walked further down her path.

As she walked, she began to take notice of a few things. Like how it was not completely dark? There were holes of light everywhere. With an inquisitive mind, she walked up to one and peeked inside.

There was a little fish girl with red hair battling King Asgore. She was filled with obstinacy to get her way. "I will defeat you and show everyone that I'm the strongest!" she shouted before diving in to her attack. She raised her stick and swung at Asgore but he easily dodged. On the side, Frisk saw a little, yellow dinosaur cheering her on.

Frisk continued on down her path in darkness that was slowly filling up with tiny lights. Occasionally, Frisk would peak in the holes to see some of her friends. Her favorite holes of memories were of sans; she loved to hear his jokes. They cheered her up as she wandered further into the abyss.

This light was different though. When she looked inside, she saw an older Sans, not younger which was odd. Every light that she saw, all her friends were kids or slightly older. Frisk continued to watch.

Sans was sitting at one of his stands in Snowdin and appeared to be asleep. At least his eye sockets were closed. Then out of nowhere, two skellington children popped up from behind him with markers in their hands. The child on the left had a smile of mischief. He wore a blue hoodie jacket with a black and white striped shirt underneath, jean shorts and a black beanie with a skull on it. Surprisingly the boy had white hair. She had not encountered a skellington with hair before. She mentally noted that was something she would have to ask Sans about later.

The child on the right was taller with pink, short wavy hair. She had a white shirt, jean shorts, black long socks, red boots, red gloves, a red cape, and a red ribbon in her hair. The scarf she wore reminded Frisk of Papyrus.

The two children then used the markers they had to draw on Sans' face. Sans did not move an inch in his "sleep". Frisk knew that he was awake by that smirk on his face. He was letting the kids pull a prank on him, the great trickster.

"Hey! What are you two doing?" a feminine voice spoke, startling the children. They ran off before the woman could give them a lecture. Frisk could not get a good view of her. All she could see about the woman was that she had short brown hair.

Sans finally opened his eyes to watch the children run off into town. His face was filled with swirls and drawn in eyelashes.

The woman laughed at the drawings on his face. He smiled. He liked the sound of her laugh. The woman walked up and kissed Sans.

Frisk stopped watching. She did not get a good look at the woman, but if Frisk had to guess by that kiss she was Sans' lover. She did not know that Sans was ever with anyone before. Maybe he's still seeing her. Frisk's chest grew tight by that thought and tears fought to escape her eyes, but she did not let them. She pushed the memory of the woman to the back of her mind for now. She'll bring it up to Sans later.

Frisk continued walking further down the abyss. She still glanced inside the lights but not as often anymore in fear of seeing that woman again.

It was not long after that, that she came to a stop in front of a purple door with the Monster Kingdom logo on it. Was this the exit? The way out and back into the real world? Were her friends on the other side of this door? Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Napstablook, Sans- how she missed them all. With a wide smile on her face, she reached out for the doorknob. A hand grabbed her arm and stopped her.

Frisk looked at the owner of the mysterious hand. She saw herself. No, it was not her. This girl was older, more like a woman now with rosy cheeks. She stood there with a sinister smile and shadowed eyes.

Frisk was frozen in fear. This feeling- she should have felt this way with the tall man before with the creepy smile, but she did not. She felt it now though, this feeling. It told her one thing: Danger. This woman was dangerous. And by the look that she gave Frisk, she knew that this woman was even willing to kill.

"Leaving so soon, Frisk?" she asked.

Frisk said nothing. She could not, even if she tried. It seemed as if her voice ran away when the woman grabbed her hand.

"Silent as always." The woman shook her head as if in disappointment. "I do not think it's a good idea for you to leave Frisk. They, your supposed friends, have forgotten all about you. They have moved on while you were stuck here." She then lifted her other hand to cradle her cheek. "You poor thing. You're alone now. Worry not. I, Chara, will be here for you, and for all eternity." Her voice went dark towards the end.

Frisk did not believe her words. They were all lies. They had to be. Her friends would not forget her. They loved her. Frisk shook her head in denial.

Chara pouted. "You do not believe me? Fine, see for yourself." Chara turned her around to face a light, which Frisk realized was an opening to the outside world.

Inside the light, Frisk saw Papyrus watering the golden flowers in the throne room humming a small tune. He looked genuinely happy as always. Behind him was Toriel, who was patting her very pregnant belly. She turned to see her very happy husband, Asgore, enter the room. He walked up to hug his wife. Behind him was Alphys holding hands with Undyne. They were both blushing bright red, but unwilling to let go of the others hand. Suddenly, Mettaton broke them apart to run towards Papyrus, wrapping his arms around his neck, swinging them around. The two fell in the bed of flowers. Mettaton looked at Papyrus' red face. It was the perfect moment for a kiss. Mettaton slowly leaned down; Papyrus closed his eyes accepting the robots kiss. Before Mettaton's lips reached Papyrus', Mettaton was flung back with blue magic. Sans was by the door, glaring at the robot whose blue eye glowing.

Papyrus got up quickly and ran to his brother in fit of rage. He yelled at him about how lazy he was, and how he could never find him when it was time for cleaning the house from Sans' junk. Mettaton glared at Sans while Sans just stuck his tongue out at him. This made Papyrus irritated, causing him to yell about how he was not listening.

"See, they have forgotten all about you. They've moved on." Chara whispered in her ear. Frisk could not help, but to believe her. She hung her head in sadness.

"Now you see. You're all alone. All you have left is me. Just open up your heart to me, Frisk. Accept me."

Frisk looked at the woman, Chara, once more. Her arms were wide open. Her smile was warm.

Frisk took a step towards Chara.

Chara's smile grew. "Yes, that's it. Come to me."

Frisk took another step before being stopped by a hand that was placed on her shoulder. Frisk looked up and saw the man behind her again with that same creepy smile. He gently shook his head before pointing at the door, the door that would lead her to her friends.

Chara's face hardened in rage. "Gaster!" she hissed.

Frisk backed away from Chara, right into Gaster's embrace. Still, he said nothing.

Frisk looked at Gaster's face once more. There was no expression. She thought she should be afraid. That feeling of danger should have ascended up in her again. She should be running away. She could not find it in herself to do that though. She felt safe in his presence.

Gaster pointed to the door again before turning around and walking away.

Frisk shook violently as she found her voice. "Thank you! For everything!" Whether Gaster heard it or not, she did not know. He did not even flinch as he walked away.

Frisk faced the door, walking up to open it, passing Chara on her way.

"I will not let you go! You will accept me!" Chara screamed in frustration.

Frisk spun around when she heard footsteps. She saw Chara running at her just in time before she disappeared. Frisk looked around for her but could not see her anywhere. She decided not to stick around for her to show up again.

She walked to the door and opened it. A bright light loamed over her as she ventured inside.

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