Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale, Toby Fox does.
Additional Information: In this story, Frisk is a 15-year-old female. The main character is 13 years old.
I turn the shower off and wring out my long, brown hair. My hands wrap my mop into a hat with the towel. I put on my pajamas and other useful clothing then procced to towel dry my dripping wet hair. The lights in the house are off so I know that my parents are sleeping by now. I walk across the hall into my room to see that the only things remain is the furniture. Even my bed had been stripped to only a single white pillow on the mattress and frame.
This room that used to be mine, was barely mine at all. I was about to explore some more to see if there was even a hint of my existence when the door under me slammed close. The darkness consumed me as I shut myself in my small walk-in closet. Sitting in the farthest corner, I was hyperventilating. I could hear footsteps climb up the stairs that were right near my room. My panic attack gets even worse as the person or people walk up to the closet. I fear my life as the closet door opens.
The only thing I heard before passing out was, "hey kiddo, c… calm down."
My eyes immediately open to find myself on my blank bed. I sit up, glancing at the figure at the edge of the bed. It was leaning against the wall with its feet hanging off the side. I noticed that I was curled into a ball so the figure wasn't actually sleeping on my legs. In the mirror across from me, the figure had its right eye open and was looking at me through the mirror. The weirdest thing was, his pupil sort of glowed in the dark, much like in cartoons. There is only one person I know that can do that, Sans the skeleton. A character straight out of Undertale is on my bed, my favorite character to say the least.
He sat up and turned to face me. "morning sleeping beauty. how are you feline?" Sans asked, pointing to the cats on my pajama pants.
"I am feeling pretty good, thanks to your humerus pun. You are very punny!" I respond, feeling much better than before. Sans starts to chuckle quietly.
"so, uh. hello, i'm sans. you are?"
"Lucida. You can call me Lucy if you want."
"alright lucy." Sans says before putting on his serious face. "what are you doing in this house?" I tremble at his tone and remember him calling me a dirty brother killer after my failed attempt at the genocide route. Warm tears flow down my face from the horrible things that I had made Frisk do that one time. Sans noticed my tears and pulled me into a hug. You would think a hug from a skeleton would be uncomfortable but, it wasn't.
"kiddo, you look like you know more than you let on. got some explaining to do but for now, let's go have breakfast."
Sorry for the short chapter, the next ones will be much longer. I guess you could call this an introductory chapter for the story. Please feel free to give feedback!