Chapter 1: Middle of Nowhere
You woke up in the middle of a snow covered clearing. You body was sore and covered in soot, your clothes were a bit damaged, as if you had been in a fire, which you didn't remember being in. Actually you couldn't remember much of anything. Like, how did in the world did you get to the forest? Or, why couldn't you recall the last place you had been? Or where were you for that matter.
Painful flashes assaulted your mind, bit and pieces of what you assumed were memories, maybe even from where you had been and how you had gotten here. You could see pieces of large scientific equipment, white and clipboards, also clipped conversations that weren't making any sense. It was frustrating, to say the least, not to mention it was giving you a helluva of headache. And for some reason you knew that not to be a good thing. You weren't sure why, but having a headache would bring forth dire consequences. So you took a deep breath and tried to calm down; the key word being try. The headache was still there, but at least now you didn't feel so on the verge of a panic attack from not knowing where you were. Slowly, you got to your feet, and feeling a bit wobbly made your way to the trees. It probably wasn't such a good idea, but it was better than staying in the middle of that clearing further letting your only source of warmth—not that you felt cold anyway—wetter. Besides, you were bound to find a way out, hopefully into a city or town, any sort of civilization would be good right now.
Just in case you ended up walking in circles, you used the tip of your sharp fingers to make a single mark on the trunk of tree. With that done, you resumed your walk, using the trees as support whenever you lost your footing. As you walked, you tried to piece together the bits of the memories that were swarming in your head. They weren't much, but it was better than nothing. From what the pieced that showed you the scientific machinery you deducted that maybe you had been in a lab, or watching a sci-fi movie. The latter seemed plausible, but you felt that that wasn't the case. Ok, so you had been in a lab. Now the question was, why? Why were you in a lab? Did you work there? You looked down at your clothes. No, that didn't seem right. Your attire, which consisted of a plain green hoodie with a fluffy white trim along the hood, a plain white shirt and a pair of black jeans tucked into onyx cargo boots. This was definitely not the clothes of a scientist, maybe. Oh whatever, is not like what you were wearing was of any importance, what mattered was finding out what the heck you were doing in a lab. Maybe you were an employee there, or...No, that's crazy. Anyways, on to the next snippet: the white and clipboards. Those obviously had to do with the scientists that worked there, and from the point of view you were seeing them, it seemed as though they were gathered around you. But, if that's true then, maybe...
You tripped over a fallen trunk. Your eyes briefly flashed neon green, before you sighed and stood back up. When you put slight pressure on your right foot, you winced. Great, just what you needed a sprained ankle. You sigh and keep on walking, while also trying to put as little pressure on your injured foot. Hopefully wherever you end up has a doctor open and could treat you in exchange for some work, because you just knew that you had no money on you. As you realize this you decide to slid your hand into your front pocket and gasp in surprise. Inside your pocket there was a flip phone—who used these anymore? It was probably prepaid.—and a silver credit card—that solved the money problem. There was a name written on it. It read: Nyx Cross. Was that your name? No way, you couldn't even know your name? Just as the thought entered your head, another flash of a memory assaulted you.
"Try again, Nyx" a female voice said, she was surrounded by destroyed contraptions.
You groaned as the memory left you. What was that? Who was that? And what did they want you to try again? You tried to remember more but it only served to make you headache worse. Joy. Maybe you shouldn't try that anymore, at least until you had a proper rest and treated your injuries. Nodding your head, you kept on walking.
You started to notice how the trees started thinning out and growling farther in between. Dreading the idea of further injuring yourself, you looked around for something to use as a makeshift crutch. Luckily, you found a white stick on the snowy ground. Reaching down you grasped in your hand, only to drop it with a yelp. That wasn't a stick, but a bone, an abnormally long bone; it must've belonged to a huge creature. All things considered you shouldn't have been surprised, but this wasn't a usual find, not that you knew what usual to you was seeing as you couldn't remember much aside from your name and the possibility that you might have come from some lab before ending up in the middle of nowhere. Oh whatever, you thought and grabbed the bone again.
You placed the bone on your right and lifted the leg slightly, letting the bone become your leg for the time being. You slowly pushed off the tree you were leaning on and tested the improvised crutch. It was pretty sturdy in your opinion, so you took a step forward. With a wary smile, you slowly limped to edge which you just notice there was light emitting from beyond the edge. It was possible that were civilization just beyond the trees, you hoped so since you didn't know how long you could hold on. You were way too tired, but you weren't going to allow yourself to collapse in the forest where nobody would find you and you could possibly die.
The exit was almost there and you could already see the outline of some buildings. From the size and look of them you could tell it was small town, not that it mattered, anything was better than being out in the cold and with a sprained ankle. You limped a little faster towards the light, hoping that you wouldn't have to walk for too long. Hopefully you could find a cheap inn to sleep for the night before finding a doctor, given you even needed one, the ankle did hurt but it didn't feel like something doctor worthy. A good night rest might just do the trick.
Your breathing started getting labored as you reached the edge, exhaustion was finally catching up with you. If only you could...almost...there...C'mon, just hold on a bit more, you pleaded with your body.
Just as you set foot beyond the tree line you gasped and fell, collapsing on the cold ground. Just as you gave into your exhausting you noticed a sign covered in vines that read Snowdin.
