You fell.

You don't remember anything from before you fell, not really. You remember that you like to draw. And you remember your height and age. You're 5'4" and 17 years old.

"Oh my, a human child?" A woman's voice comes from the far end of the place you fell down into. You're too scared to reply. You don't want to speak. Why? She leads you through the Ruins, tells you some things about herself while you listen and nod when she looks to see if you're paying attention. Why do you feel like you're in a school when she looks at you like that? Shake it off. While you're walking and Toriel finished talking about herself, you met some creatures Toriel said were monsters. You feel like you've been around monsters worse than them. These monsters didn't want to hurt you. Why are you surprised by this? Are you even thinking about the same kind of monster? You get to the house where Toriel lives. She won't let you go to the basement. Why? She gave you a piece of paper when you arrive so you could talk to her, since you seemed to refuse to voice yourself. You asked several times how to get out and why you weren't allowed in the basement. You were already bored. I don't think she realized you weren't a little kid, but damn close to being an adult. It was too small in here for you and there wasn't enough for you to do anyway. After a while, she went down into the basement and you followed. Soon, she gives in and lets you go through the door. Step, step, step. You can hear your footsteps and start walking quieter. Hearing your footsteps bothers you. The hallway was long but soon came to another big door.

It's cold. There's snow on the ground and you're shivering as you step out of the big door and into the snow. You wish you had a jacket. You wish you could turn back, but you would get bored and become miserable soon if you stayed in the ruins. There's a stick. It's kinda big, but you decide to just... Jump over it and keep walking. After a few feet, you hear the same stick you just jumped over snap. You start going into alert mode and keep an ear out for anything suspicious. Soon enough, you're in front of a bridge with poorly spaced bars across it. The snow crunches even though you were standing still. Closer, closer, closer. Till the steps were right behind you.

"Human..." You're whimpering in fear by now. "Don't you know how to greet a new friend? Turn around and shake my hand..." You turn around and face a... skeleton? His hand is outstretched towards you and you hesitantly shake it when-

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You snicker. A classic joke pulled flawlessly. He says his name is Sans, Sans the skeleton. He's about 2-3 feet shorter than you. He talks about his brother, Papyrus, and how they're on the hunt for humans. Okay, maybe they're not as nice as you thought? Oh well. Sans leads you to a widening in the path that has a sentry station and an oddly shaped lamp. He tells you to hide behind it, even though it's way shorter than you. It was designed to hide someone shorter and probably younger but you still try to fit behind it. Papyrus has a loud voice and it kinda scares you. Sans cracks jokes, those you can stand, but the puns are the bane of your existence. You hate them and it's like hearing nails on a chalk board. Or just being around a chalkboard, or touching a chalkboard. You don't like the gritty feel of anything to be honest. Cringe. Incident passes and Papyrus leaves after cracking his own joke. Finally.

After a while, you reach Snowdin, the closest town. On the way you made friends with Papyrus and he stopped wanting to hunt you. Which is nice because those puzzles weren't really your thing. You may have been able to solve them, but you nearly got hypothermia because of how long it took you for each one. Snowdin seems to you like it was meant to be a pun and you really want to deface the sign. But you decide against it. That would be rude and you probably would be noticed. The first building you see is a shop and, thankfully, you were able to find enough money in the snow for a jacket. The jacket was a slime green and had a fleece lining on the inside. Nice. Sans suddenly appears out of nowhere.

"hey, kiddo, cool jacket," He says. "get it at the shop?" You nod. You still haven't verbally spoken to anyone and you would reply on paper if it hadn't gotten wet and dissolved on the way here. "not to sound rude or anything but is there a reason you haven't said anything?"

All you can manage is a squeak. It hurt. As it turns out your throat hurts like hell when you speak. You're not sure why. Sans notices that you're in pain and takes you in to a place named Grillby's and he orders two things of fries. At first, you weren't going to eat them, but then you smelled them and saw them and you just couldn't help yourself.

"woah, kiddo, slow down." Sans says as you devour the fries in seconds. Its... The first thing you've eaten in awhile. You're not sure how long that while is, but it must've been a pretty long time. After he finished his, he told Grillby to put it on his tab and you've decided to try your voice again. It doesn't hurt as badly and you, quietly, told him that you were gonna try and find somewhere to sleep. Then he brought up an idea.

"you don't have a place to stay do ya? since you don't exactly have any money, i was gonna offer you a stay on the couch at me and paps house, free of charge." He has a point. You agree. Once you get into his house you quietly ask for paper. He gives you a slightly used notebook and a pencil, tells you to sit down and do whatever. He sits down on the other side of the table, probably not wanting to just leave you unsupervised in his house for the time being. Fair enough. You start drawing, slightly inspired by his facial features. Or lack thereof. He moves. You throw a crumpled piece of paper at him that you wrote "Stay still, I'm trying to draw." on. He sits back into the same position he was in before and you continue drawing until you get his head and shoulders done. You hand it to him.

"not bad, kiddo." he says, admiring how good of a job you did. Although, this 'kiddo' thing kinda gets on your nerve now and so you write something down real quick and hand it to him. "well if you're not a kid, how old are you then?" he asks. You write 17 down. "well, hope you don't get into a habit of telling me what to do, adolescent to teenagers very often." Those puns again.

"Fuck you and your puns." You say, rather loudly. He's taken aback fro a while by your volume and language till he starts breaking out into laughter.

"holy shit, kid, if puns are what make you talk loud enough to be heard then maybe i shoulda made more early." he says between gasping laughter.

"Yeah, okay, sure, don't do that though. I really dislike puns." You reply.

"any reason you didn't talk before? don't mean to pry or anything." He asks.

"Uh... I don't even know? Anxiety maybe? I'm not sure why. I lost any memory of what would've caused me to be scared of speaking." You're never sure why. Where did your memories go? Something flashes across your mind and you quickly stand up and put your hands on your head. You don't want to remember that. Remember what?

"AH, HELLO HUMAN! ARE YOU STAYIN-" you scream and hide under the table and Papyrus begins apologizing.