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Resetting always put a bad taste in the human's mouth. It meant that something had gone wrong, something was so beyond their grasp that resetting to try it all over again was the only way to go about. And this reset was already looking to cause the human a bad time. Not because of Flowey, who Frisk was sure was just waiting beyond. No, it was the air whipping past them at high speeds that dried out their tongue and made looking down a queasy experience. The shock that ran through caused their body to jerk at the unexpected sensation. This was wrong. So very wrong. Why had they not started at the bottom of the mountain as they always did? Sore but alive on top of golden flowers that they have learned to love and hate.
Frisk opened their eyes, fighting against the fast wind, only to see said flowers rapidly approaching. The resulting sound of bones crunching would have Papyrus freaking out for weeks if he had been around. As it was, Frisk themselves barely heard the noise, for it was nothing compared to the pain of feeling just what all the crunching had done. A scream ripped from their throats before everything faded to a blissful black.
Red was the only color Frisk could see when eyes managed to crack back open. But once again, things seemed wrong. They had just blacked out hadn't they? Frisk was shocked to be awake so quickly, but it was pushed back by the fact that there was no pain anywhere. Focusing on the red they noticed it was a small red heart that looked so familiar to them, but was concerned to see the deep cracks and fractures along the surface. Frisk reached out, holding the heart gently, hoping it wouldn't break from the small touch. The human paused, examining something besides the heart, their hands were...rather translucent.
Frisk turned, looking down at the body that had a stripped sweater, hair spread among the pedals that hugged the body on either side. Panic stabbed through Frisk's mind, the heart jerking in shock as well.
They were dead.
The soul looked around, noticing the heart following the movements out of the corner of their vision. So this is what death was? Would they just float here till someone found them? What if Flowey got to the heart? They had no way of fighting him off unless they could run but it was hard to say what would happen.
A frustrated look crossed Frisk's face as the spirit floated closer to the body. They studied it closely, wincing at the tangled mess. As bad as it sounded, the child was happy to be out of the body. The pain was like nothing Frisk had ever felt before. Eyes scanned the area once more, wondering if Flowey would come in here instead of waiting outside if they took too long. He had to have known they were here. And he was always waiting.
Eyes scanned the body again, despite for an idea that could keep the little red heart safe. The human was running out if time, the thought of a smiling golden flower devouring them wasn't how they wanted things to end. Who knew what that evil flower would do to them? Eyes connected to a bit of white that was sticking out from under the flesh and blood. It was horrid to look at, but it made Frisk think back to the skeleton brothers that would be waiting out in Snowdin, of Alphys and Undyne's cute displays of love, of Mettaton's TV shows and funny dancing. Of mom who would find them or a super charged flower that wanted death to all monsters. Determination flooded the heart, making it pulse a bright red. Before they could think about it too long Frisk rammed back into the body with the heart. Red light flooded the area, making the human body float above the flowers in what appeared to be a pod as the spirit and soul tried to make something work. They refused to just die, they just wanted to LIVE!
A small orb of blue magic flickered off to the side. In the human's moments of panic they hadn't realized the orb had been there, waiting and watching for a lack of better words. The pulse of red determination seemed to have sparked it into moving and it was almost purring with the determination rolling off the body in waves. A ball of blue wrapped around the pod, seeming to devour the thing whole and before Frisk even noticed, the magic had merged and tangled with their soul. The red determination mixing with the blue magic, coloring the soul an odd shade of purple.
The, now purple, pod shrank down around the body and a hissing noise seemed to come from whatever part of skin that happened to touch the magic infused determination. It burned away at skin, blood, and muscles. The purple was trying hard to get to something and anything in the way had to go. The meat of the human was dripping onto the flowers below in an odd mesh of colors but thankfully Frisk was spared from watching this part. As their mind had blacked out from the overwhelming feeling of magic and determination.
It wasn't too much later that Frisk felt themselves waking up once again and soon they felt a heavy and aching pain down to the bone. At the very least it meant that it had worked. Pain meant that once again, they were alive. Frisk just wanted a few more minutes of sweet bliss before having to deal with an angry flower. With a soft groan they shifted, attempting to curl into a ball and go back to sleep to wash away this pain but again something was WRONG. Eyes flew open at the noise of clattering bones as they moved and as Frisk sat up carefully they took stock of their body.
Bones. They were a body of bones. A jolt passed through as they registered what was happening. This...was very new. Flexing a hand in front of them cemented the fact into their brain. Yes, they were just a skeleton now, a bone-ified skeleton. A laugh escaped from the skull, shock was slowly taking over and laughing seemed to be the only thing the once human could do in this situation. Thankfully the clothes hadn't burned away, meaning they could still wear the favored striped sweater. But as Frisk looked down it clung to the new body a little differently than before. With a few deep breaths Frisk calmed themselves down. This was something very new, but if all else failed they could reset again, and maybe not have the falling bit this time.
For now Frisk explored, touching what used to be fingertips together. Would they still be called fingertips? It was still the top of their fingers but Frisk pushed the debate to the back of their mind. The bone was smooth to the touch and Frisk gave a small giggle when they pushed their hand through the dead space of their arm. It was a very new experience but Frisk knew they had better things to be doing. Exploring what the new body could do and feel could be pushed back until they knew things were safe.
As they stood up a new thought crossed the kid's mind. They were a monster now. Maybe? Magic was needed to be a monster however and they had no magic. Blue and then purple swirls came to mind as they thought back upon their change. Eyes grew wide as a purple heart floated happily in front of them. Frisk wrapped careful hands around the glowing heart that seemed to give off a tiny flame around it. It still seemed, human. After all, all monster's shared the same kind of soul. A gray upside down heart. Maybe Frisk was still part human? Zombie monster human thing. A giggle escaped before they could help it, the thought was rather funny after all. They just had to be different no matter what they did.
A sigh took over the giggle from the new skeleton but Frisk pushed thoughts back. They could worry about it later. Much much later actually. Right now they very much wanted to get out of this room and over to Toriel and thus past her to Snowdin. This was going to be an interesting new journey.
