Introduction
A gate.
You walk up to it eagerly. You couldn't wait to return to the surface. You give it a gentle push. It swings open, revealing nothing but darkness.
You tighten your grip on your frying pan. You expected to see the sunlight that shined on the surface, not this.
Your friends are behind you, chatting and texting each other. You walk forward hesitantly. You want to call for help, but you don't. You don't want to worry them. They thought they were finally free. You didn't want to crush their dreams.
You feel around. No walls, no ceiling. You try and touch the ground and find nothing but emptiness, yet your feet feel planted firmly on the floor.
You walk forward tentatively. Something about this place seems very unsettling. Maybe it's the constant dripping noise, or maybe it was the feeling that you were walking on the void.
The gate swings shut behind you.
You back up, feeling your way toward the gate. You desperately wish Toriel was here to protect you.
"What's the hurry, Frisk? Let's have some fun..."
A shiver runs down your spine. The voice was no louder than a whisper, but it echoed in an uncanny way that made it seem as loud as someone screaming in your ear. You want to leave even more.
The gate was locked.