Usually their nightmares consisted of their various deaths across the timeline. Sometimes they would wake up in front of the ruins' exit, burning alive at the hands of their mother. Or they would end up in the bright judgement hall impaled by thousands of bones and a heavy shame. The latter was becoming increasingly more frequent as the guilt set in. But this...Frisk looked around the inky blackness. There was nothing familiar here. Nothing at all actually. With nothing else to do, they sat down waiting for something to happen. Were they lucid dreaming? They squeezed their eyes shut, and open again. Nope. Still nothing. A few minutes passed before they felt a sudden rush overcome them. In an instant every instinct in their body screamed at them to move. Their hand moved towards their knife, itching for the feeling of dust on their hands. So much power….so much… LOVE.

"Missed me, partner?"

Frisk woke up screaming.