"This all sort of just ends for me soon," a child sighed to a silhouette next to them. Their shape was almost cut out of the picture, as if nobody was meant to fully see them. The two, minus the shadow not fully able to describe, sat side by side.

"Hey," the shadow nervously chuckled. Despite not being visible, they were still audible. The dream went fuzzy for a minute, causing the words to be scrambled, and a few words were cut off. "...nothing left to worry about."

More static.

The child came back into view after a few seconds, seeming rather calm about something, whatever it was the two were talking about. The shadow didn't however, and even with not being able to see their facial expression, one could tell that they were upset about what the other was calm about.

"You feelin' alright?" The figure reached out and grabbed the visible one's shoulder, almost making her phase out of visibility. The figure opened it's mouth to say something, but nothing came out, despite their mouth clearly forming a word.

The edges blurred a bit, the scene jumping a bit.

The child was now standing with their back to the ledge of, what appeared to be, a cliff. The sun was setting behind them. The other figure, now stood as well. He was almost completely out of the range of visibility and was hard to see at all. The child just watched with a small grin, happy about something.

Edges blurred and the static became unbearable. The background dripped out of color, then out of existence as the child backed towards the edge of the cliff. All that was left were the child and the figure.

The girl took a step back, off the edge.

A shot of white reached out towards the human.

Tiny hands clenched the sheets underneath them tightly, sweat covered their palms and spreading small droplets to the cloth. The fingers continuously clenched and unclenched with small grunts filling the air. Eventually, the fingers, hands, and the entire body the appendages belonged to, began to shake with words becoming louder.

The small child in the huge bed panted for a bit and looked out their window. Well…That wasn't quite right. It wasn't their window. It belonged to the child's mother, who, not surprisingly, hadn't showed up tonight. The child wasn't in their bed either, they were in their mother's, waiting for her to come home.

The mom usually was home by the time the hands met together at the top of the clock, but tonight, she wasn't.

The small child climbed down and hopped out of bed. They looked over at the big window next to the bed and sighed, putting their head against the window. A bright light was shining from their neighbor's porch light. They always had decorated their light bulbs by coloring them and today's color was blue. It was almost close enough to what the child had saw that they couldn't resist.

With a deep breath, they blew onto the glass to give it the foggy appeal that was fun to draw on. With the fog slowly covering the window, the child stepped back and began their work, making sure that the light was in the right spot.

Tracing the now fogged class with their finger, Frisk tried to remember what their nightmare was. The way that the edges danced around and things were almost censored from them gave them a weird feeling. Almost like they were suppose to guess what was going on. But how could they? Everything was kept secret. The child couldn't even see what the other people in the dreams looked like!

The child continued to trace what they saw onto the window.

Tonight's dream was different from everything else though. Tonight, they had a glimpse of the shadowy figure that appeared a lot in their dreams. There were quite a few shadows, but none were ever visible. Also, all of them would say a word that was clearly spoken, just not audible to the child. It bothered them the most because if it were a clue on what all of this meant, they wouldn't ever be able to figure it out.

As they finished the masterpiece, they stepped back from the window to take a look at it. A small smile of approval appeared on their face. But after a second, it was gone as quick as it came. A sigh escaped their lips as they sat down next to the window and leaned against the bed.

What are you? The child thought to themselves. You don't seem that scary now.

Frisk eventually fell asleep leaning on the bed, the drawing still up there. The snow continued to drift lazily through the air, slowly piling on the windowsill outside. The temperature had allowed the picture to exist a few more minutes before slowly melted away from the window.

But Frisk already knew what they saw and had even drew it, further putting it into their memory. The picture itself was kinda sloppy, but in their dream they clearly remembered the skull with the blue eye reaching out to save the child.

A few years had passed since then. The censored dreams kept coming, and the child still had no further idea on what the dreams meant. If anything, they were even more lost than they were before. The figure went back to hiding itself, making Frisk wonder if they had just begun another random dream. But it couldn't have been, it seemed to be so real...

All the same, the child had bigger fish to fry rather than fret about haunting dreams.

Their real life was more important at the moment though. Their mother had remarried a very dangerous man, one with a lot of power. He was the leader of the organization who wanted nothing more than to kill all the monsters that came to the city. He didn't like them at all. In fact, his group was named the LOHAM, League of Humans Against Monsters. The group was becoming more and more popular lately with all the recent monster activity going on.

LOHAM actually scared Frisk, if they were completely honest. The group's image was of a white human hand holding a sword that was only black and red. The background was silver. It didn't quite make sense to you, but that's probably why you weren't in charge of the group.

The man, you were only allowed to call him Pyrope, wasn't mean, but he wasn't nice either. See, Frisks's parents had gotten pregnant when the mother was Freshman in high school, which obviously sent the father away. The mother didn't care for the child and passed Frisk to friend to friend, relative to relative that soon Frisk learned how it felt to be unwanted by the age of eight.

Because of how often Frisk was away from their mother, she forgot what gender her child was and didn't care enough to ask. She prefered to call Frisk a boy, but Pyrope had insisted that the child was a girl due to how reserved 'she' was.

Frisk's gender didn't really matter to them all that much, but they didn't say anything. They only had to talk when they were spoken to or if there were an emergency going on. Otherwise, Frisk didn't want to say anything. They were told to be quiet enough in their childhood that being quiet was the only way to be good at anything in life to them. If you were loud and obnoxious, people would think that you were annoying and you were only good at somethings. If you were quiet and silent, people wouldn't notice you and wouldn't have expectations for you.

"Frisk!" Their mother's voice called from the hall. Frisk looked up from the drawing of a flower that they were doing for biology. "We're going out today! If you need anything, please call Stacy," the neighbor, "We won't be able to do anything else we're so busy!"

Translation: Don't call, we don't want to deal with your crap today.

Frisk wouldn't have thought it if they didn't say it that often, which they did. Everyday that's the goodbye that they would receive.

With a sigh, they got their schoolbag together. They were so smart that they were able to skip two grades with ease, but that was a while ago. Frisk had to forge her mother's signature on all the documents that required a signature, but that was before she was married to a politician. Now Frisk was stuck in the grade that they were in, after all, they couldn't attract to much attention.(They couldn't before, but now it was just even more so.) If they were to randomly switch grades and have to get new supplies and books, then the mother would notice. And if either parental unit found out, then that just spelled trouble.

So until then, Frisk found themselves in the seventh grade at a local public school that they walked to every morning. It wasn't that bad, really. It gave them time to think about what the dreams meant. Even if they always woke them up with fright, for whatever reason, it was quickly becoming a friend. Those shadows seemed to care a lot about the child in the dreams, and Frisk longed for a relationship like that so bad that they began to imagine them being friends with them.

It wasn't hurting anybody, plus it gave them something nice to think about. What harm could it do?

The morning was brisk due to the cold front setting in. Winter was an okay season to Frisk, but they much rather prefer spring. The flowers had always interested the child, particularly the yellow ones. Plus it was a nice change, like everything had reset itself to make it happier again.

But today, as the snow was drifting higher and higher, Frisk suddenly remembered something familiar about the snow. Like they were walking with somebody through the snow, holding their hand, laughing at something…

Almost an itch appeared in their brain, filling them with determination. The sudden urge to remember what the flashback meant and who was in it was filling the child, and they smiled slightly at the challenge.

To be honest with everybody, Frisk actually loved monsters and didn't get why people were so cruel to them. They seemed to be trying, it's just that they usually were either doing something that they didn't know was wrong (like putting on spider bake sales and yelling at people) or were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time (like when that monster had accidentally tripped into traffic-they were alright but people were mad regardless).

And if Frisk knew anything, it was that things weren't always what they appeared to be at first sight They were small, weak looking, and were super young for their grade. Yet, they were filled with enough determination to take on any challenge that came their way.

It was one of the few things that made the child proud of themselves.

Getting back onto track, monsters just seemed like they were trying. Organizations like LOHAM were just making everything harder for the monsters. Somebody really should offer to be an ambassador to them, it was almost sad that people haven't thought of that. Even with foreign countries, they had them. Why couldn't the monsters?

As the child continued the two mile walk to their school in the snow, the wind tickled their throat. It was almost painful, really. With a small cough, they cleared their throat. It hurt on days like this. It wasn't that unusual of a condition, it was very easy to treat, but with the mother that they had, of course they haven't received any treatment.

The truth was that Frisk had asthma. It would sometimes get pretty bad, but on most days Frisk was okay enough to get by without it. And again, it was easy enough to blend in so the teachers wouldn't notice. Gym was a bit tricky, but it was easy to hide in the bushes and wait until the last lap before jogging out behind the last person. By the time that they reached the final lap, they were sweaty enough to pass without any suspicion.

Again, the flashes of shadows appeared before their eyes. The innocent child imagined them saying comforting things to them as they struggled with their condition. Sometimes even cheering them on when they ran that one lap.

It was nice to have friends. And the child smiled, agreeing with the thought.

But the smile disappeared at the sight of people in front of their school.

There were some protesters outside of the building, shouting things with signs. The signs held Pyrope's symbol and the letters that spelled out LOHAM were spread across a few. The school security guard was standing with their arms open, shouting back, trying to get them to calm down while the children passed to go into the classrooms.

Frisk sighed.

Today seemed to be going great until this.

Turned out a few monsters had come to the school to give a presentation to the children in attempt to win a few points. So far it hadn't been going well, but that was okay. They hadn't used their magic on anybody yet, and nobody died because of them, so they were still in the game.

As everybody left their classes to go to the gym, a few kids (mistakenly or not) bumped into Frisk and a few times had sent the child stumbling through the crowd. Crowds made them uneasy to begin with, but with the thought of monsters there made them even more anxious for whatever reasons. Eventually, they were able to step to the side of the hall to avoid the pushing crowd and wait it out.

Only once all the kids were in the gym and seated properly did Frisk enter. All of the seats had been filled so they stood to the side with a few of the teachers for a minute before they were able to sneak under the bleachers. There were a few parts in the stairs where the handlebars were so the seats weren't able to be used. Those were the best places to see perfectly, despite the dust under the bleachers. But Frisk usually put of their hood on their jacket so if anything fell down the cracks, like gum, it wouldn't get in their hair. So, all being considered, it wasn't that bad of a spot. At least they were able to see clearly.

Today was different, however, seeing as there was even a camera crew. A few monsters were standing a couple yards away, but with people still shuffling away, Frisk couldn't see clearly yet. But it was only logical that the camera crew were here to document how today went in case those mysterious monsters did something to hurt their reputation even further. Frisk of course, had faith in the monsters. Why wouldn't they? The monsters hadn't hurt anybody yet and seemed pretty nice.

Sometimes they wondered if they were scared of humans. The saying did go "They're more scared of you than you are of it," right? Did that apply to them as well?

"Alright, alright, sit down." The principal's voice filled out over the speaker. "We have to get this going, we pay the camera crew by the hour."

A few laughs filled the audience, but they did stop talking. The camera crew did some light testing and in a few minutes, they were ready to film. The principal began speaking, addressing the school and the camera at the same time, most likely having a script memorized. The monsters stepped out and Frisk let out a quiet gasp as they stood on their tiptoes to see through the cracks.

A tall, goat looking woman was standing there. She wore a purple dress looking thing and had small horns on top of her head. She looked very gentle, down to the last piece of fluff. It broke Frisk's heart all of a sudden. They felt like running out, hugging the goat woman and just cry, and they knew for a fact that the goat would hug back and whisper comforting messages in their ear.

The second monster seemed to be of a lizard. The scales were yellow and very pretty in the lighting that they were standing in. Frisk thought briefly that they were pretty in whatever light they stood under. Frisk agreed with the defensive thought and continued staring. They wore an overcoat and big, huge nerdy glasses on their face. They fidgeted with their jacket a lot and seemed to be looking for something. But what?

"Hey, kid." A voice filled the area behind Frisk, scaring the ever loving shit out of them. They jumped and grabbed their chest, accidentally smacking the area above them with their head. The voice seemed to be amused, but they couldn't be sure, their eyes were closed from the pain briefly. "I don't think you're suppose to be here, right?"

Frisk briefly lifted up their hood to peer at the voice and was shocked to see the same monster from their dream standing in front of them. The only shadow to show themselves, at all, ever, was actually in front of them. Frisk could hardly believe it.

Apparently, the monster felt the same way. His eye (eye sockets?) grew larger and he blinked a few times. He lifted up his hand, which were bony as well, and stepped closer. Frisk blinked rapidly and took a few, quick breaths, chest tightening.

The heartache from earlier had tripled and their chest felt like it was going to rip itself in half. Frisk quickly knelt down on their knees and tried to focus on both breathing and the skeleton in front of them.

"K..Kid?" They spoke gently, as if scared that they were going to disappear if they spoke too loud. "Frisk?"

They gasped painfully at that and began coughing slightly. "How," they croaked. "Do you know my...name?"

It was almost like they knew to lean in to listen to the child. It made them feel important, which made their chest swell with emotions and pain now.

"What are you talking about?" The skeleton blinked. "Frisk, it's me, Sans. "

More coughs erected from the child's chest.

"Are you okay?"

A shake of the head.

A cool, thin, hand touched their face. "Is it the asthma?"

Frisk's eyes widened.

Based off of this wonderful comic here: binart's tumblr post/132368587815/ remember-the-one-who-poses-the-biggest-threat-to

For those of you who are a bit confused, Frisk had died at the end of the comic, and this is taking place after. In my personal theory, I think that they go back to living their normal life after all of that with no memory of what happened while the monsters still live their life. Hope that helps, it'll be most explained as well later on. Poor Sans though, he's so scared for his friend.