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"Thought"

"Speech"

"Sans"

"C̴̷̯̗̗̾ͯ̋̎͒̉͜o̴̥̾͂̇̾ͥ͑r͆̂͋̑͒̓̓҉̞͚̜r̎ͭ̌҉̥͍̞͉̗̤̠͟ͅu̧̮̪͊̋́́͊ͣp̉ͭ͌҉̹͔̩̖̀͝t̖̙̹̱͖̻̻̱̃ͫ͠e͍̫̮͙̾̾͗̇̈̌ͨ͗̉d̀͑̓́̾̏ͥ̉̽͏͔̰͕̳͞"

Frisk screamed as she fell through the thin air, only to hit her back against the floor.
She kicked her quilt off, and looked around.
She was lying on the floor of her room. Her laptop was lying on the bedside table, open on the chat she had been in, and her bedside lamp was still on. The curtains were pulled apart, so that the midnight sky could be seen through the window. Beside the window stood the telescope she had gotten as a birthday present by Sans and Papyrus this year. Frisk was pretty sure the pink eye-painter was Sans idea.

The door to her room flew open, and a tall man with greyish-brown hair and beard came bursting into the room. He was wearing a purple dressing-gown and a pair of black slippers.
He ran towards her, but tripped over the office chair he hadn't seen, and fell as long as he was. Frisk could hardly contain a smile.
"Frisk, sweetheart?" he asked flustered, as he helped her and himself up from the floor. "Are you alright? I heard you scream."
"I'm alright dad." She said with a faint smile. "I just had a nightmare."
Her dad looked at her with concern in his eyes.
"A nightmare? Again? Are you sure you're alright sweetie? You've been having these nightmares for a month now. "
Frisk nodded. "I'm fine, dad." she repeated a little more forcely, "It just scared me, that's all."
Her dad looked at her for a few seconds, before he sighted.
"Look Frisk," he said, as he began tidying up her pyjama, "now you and I go downstairs and get us a nice cup of tea, and then I'll try to get a time with Dr Raymond. No objections…" He said, as Frisk opened her mouth. "… These nightmares are getting out of hand. And I don't think neither you nor I can take much more."

He got up and made his way towards the door, only to collide harshly with it and fall onto the floor again.
"Frisk," he said, his words muffled by the floor, "could you be a good girl and get me my glasses. They're lying on my bedside table."
Shaking her head in mild exhaustion, Frisk ran out of the room to get her dad's glasses.

Frisk's dad came into the living room with two steaming mugs of tea. Frisk favourite brand of golden flower tea, grown and prepared by the 'garden-king' Asgore, and his own black tea with lots of milk in it.
"Here you go sweetie." He said as he handed her the mug.
"Thanks dad." Frisk replied.
He sat down in the couch beside her, and a long sip from his mug.
"So I've called Dr Raymond," he told her, "and he made a time for you tomorrow after school."
Frisk nodded, and took a gulp of tea.
They sat there in silence for a few seconds; Frisk's dad looking out of the window, and Frisk drawing in on a piece of paper.
"What are you drawing?" her dad asked.
"Something from my dream." She replied.
She handed over the piece of paper, and her father gently took it.
He looked at it for a few seconds, before he looked up and asked, "Do you recognise him?"
He pointed at the well-drawn, black and white sketch of a boy wearing a golden heart-locket. He was holding a long dagger in one hand, a smile, a bright eye. There was no sign of the hollow eyes, the terrifying expression, and the black liquid that had been dripping from the eyeholes.
Frisk shook her head. "No," she answered, "I haven't seen him before. But…"
"But what?" her dad asked.
"He said his name was Chara."She went on, "And he said he had been watching me throughout my journey in the underground, he said he had seen me do all those terrible things I told you about."
Tears began creeping out the corner of her eyes. "He called me a murderer, said I just toyed with them and that I was an evil…"

Before Frisk could continue, her father gave her an embrace.
"Listen Frisk," he said, "what you did back then was nothing, compared to how some of us would react. Even I would have done worse. And you regretted it, undid it, and tried to do better, right?."
When Frisk nodded, he swung out his arm. "And because of that," he went on, "monsters are back among us again, everybody is happy, and I got you back. In the end, what you've done is greater than what some of us ever accomplishes."
He gesticulated at the drawing. "And as for that boy," he said, "I think he's nothing more than your ridiculous guilt showing itself in nightmares."
He gave her another tight hug. "You've done more than enough."
Frisk didn't say anything; she just returned the hug in comfortable silence.
They sat there for a few seconds, before her dad briskly jumped up.
"Tell you what." He said, "You sleep on the couch tonight. You can watch some cartoons or something, and I'll get you another cup of tea. How does that sound?"
Frisk smiled. "Thanks dad," she said, "I would really like that."
Her dad returned the smile, before he returned to the kitchen to make another cup of tea.

When Frisk woke up the following day, she realised three things.

A) She hadn't had any more nightmares that night.

B) She couldn't hear her dad anywhere, which meant he probably already had gone to work.

C) She had overslept. Definitely overslept.

She flew out of bed, got dressed, ate, and packed her school back within seconds of the usual time it took her. She ran through the door, locked it, and sprinted down the road.

She arrived at the bus-stop, just as bus took off.
"HEY! STOP! WAIT!" She yelled. But the bus had already driven out of sight.
Thinking on her feet, she ran into the park, in the vain hope that she might reach the next bus stop in time. But as she looked down at her watch, her heart sank. It was three quarters past seven. She would never reach the bus in time.

It was then she saw the familiar sight of a wooden booth. Its roof was cowered in snow, even though it was the beginning of June. She smiled, and sprinted forward.
"SANS! HEY SANS!" she shouted, as she reached the hotdog-stand.
The short skeleton who was sleeping behind the desk lifted an eyelid and looked down at her.
"Hey kiddo." He said.
"Sans, listen." Frisk said, while she drew in a gasp of breath. "I overslept this morning, and now I'm late for the bus."
"Ok." Sans said, and closed his eyes again.
"SANS,LISTEN UP!" Frisk shouted. How could anyone be that lazy?
The skeleton opened an eye. "Yeah?"
"Can't you use one of your shortcuts to help me out?" Frisk asked, careful about her words. She knew Sans would try to turn them against her.
"Oh sorry kid, no can do," Sans said, "I don't really have the 'legwork' for that."
"SANS I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR PUNS RIGHT NOW!" Frisk shouted at the top of her lungs.
Sans shook his head. "Nah I'm serious kid." He pointed his thump at a small white dog lying beneath a large tree. "That little mutt stole my leg. And as long as it got it, I can't really move."
He shrugged, "Now normally I wouldn't really mind that kind of predicament. But right now, I should be meeting with a nice skeleton lady, whom I met over the Metta-net, at Grillby's. So if you please could get my leg for me, it would really help."
Frisk sighed. "Alright Sans, I'll get your leg."

She stepped closer towards the dog. It raised its head towards her, Sans leg in its mouth, and tail wagging in joy.
She crouched down, and stretched her hand out. "Come here doggie." She called.
The dog looked at her for a few seconds, before it happily jumped over to her. She scratched it behind the ear, and slowly reached towards the leg in its mouth.
Immediately it jumped away from her. It growled and wagged its tail playfully.
'Okay…' she thought, 'Sneaking is definitely out of the question.'
She charged forward, and sprinted after the dog which ran around the tree in circles. Frisk was fast, but the dog had four legs to run with; an unfair advantage.
After a few minutes, Frisk turned around, and before the dog could realise what was going, on she charged at it and got hold of the leg.
The dog began pulling stubbornly in the leg, but Frisk pulled just as determined in the other direction. And before anyone realised what was going on, the two had started an epic 'tug of war'.
"Hey kid," Sans said, "not to bother you or anything. But I would kind of like that leg back in, you know, one piece."
Frisk nodded, but didn't give any other signs of recognition.
She stretched out one of her hands beside her, and got hold of a stick on the ground.
"Here doggie…" she said, while she waved the stick above her head. "You see the stick?"
The dog's eyes shifted over to the stick, but it didn't let go of the leg.
With the use of all her strength, she threw the stick while she shouted, "FETCH!"
The dog stood there indecisively for a few seconds, before it let go of the leg and ran after the stick.

Not wasting a second, Frisk ran as fast as she could towards the hotdog stand, carrying the leg in her hand.
"Here you go Sans." She said, as she handed him the leg. "Can you help me now?"
"Sure." Sans said, as he reattached the leg to his knee.
He got up, and stepped out of the booth. He then stepped over to the park toilets, and gestured to Frisk to come over.
When she stepped up beside him, he flexed his fingers.
"Ready?" he asked.
When she nodded, he got hold of the handle and opened the door.
When Frisk saw through the doorway, her mouth fell open. It was the hallway of her school. It was deserted, everybody was probably in class.
"She looked up at Sans. "Have I ever mentioned how cool that is?" she asked.
Sans shrugged. "Now that you mention it."
He looked at her. "Now behave well," he reminded her, "you don't want to upset Toriel, do you?"
Frisk shook her head. "Have a nice day Sans. And good luck with that skeleton lady."
Sans gave her a hug. "You too kid."

Suddenly, they heard exited barking. And when Frisk turned to look, her blood ran cold.
It was the dog. It had gotten hold of the stick, and was now speeding towards them.
Before any of them could react, the dog jumped up of Frisk, she collided with Sans, and all three of them were thrown through the doorway, where they landed heavily on the floor with a grunt.

Frisk was the first to get up. She looked around to see where she was. It wasn't that far from her classroom she noted.
Next was the dog. And before any of them could react, it got hold of Sans's leg, ripped it from its socket and speed down the hallway.
Sans sighted. "Well kid," he said, "you better get off to class."
He winked at her. "Now if you'll excuse me," he said, "I got a 'bone' to pick with that dog."
His left eye turned blue. And the next moment he was zooming through the hallway, still lying on the floor, in pursuit of the dog.
Frisk shook her head, and ran off towards her class.