Frisk woke up in their uncomfortable, solid bed. It felt as if it didn't have a mattress, but a block of wood which she laid upon.
They felt guilty after slaying Asgore. It was years ago, but everybody in Snowdin was confronting them about it, yet they had no idea why...
"Why would you do that to our king?"
"I knew we should've never let a human last a day in the underground!"
At the thought of this, Frisk clenched their fists. They didn't mean any harm. Asgore was a killer, planning to eliminate all humans. Frisk understood the war between humans and monsters, but is the underground not enough? They thought the underground was an amazing place. The humans and monsters were apart, which was the best thing for them.
Frisk then rose up from bed. They stumbled as a feeling of great regret and dizziness washed over their head. If they hadn't defeated Asgore, none of this would've happened! Then again, Frisk felt a slight feeling of pride. They knew, for a fact, that some monsters in the underground didn't like Asgore. A small percentage, but it still meant something.
Frisk sighed, making their way downstairs. Of course, like every day, Papyrus was shouting from the kitchen in delight of his spaghetti.
"FRISK! THIS IS MY BEST DISH YET! TRY IT, PLEASE!" he begged. Frisk was hesitant, but decided to have a forkful anyway. It was undercooked and chewy. Struggling to swallow the bite, they sheepishly smiled and laughed, "It's amazing, Paps." Papyrus smiled proudly and continued to admire it.
Just as they were about to head out of the door, Frisk turned around.. the house felt a little empty and quiet, despite Papyrus' shout of adoration.
"Papyrus..."
"YES?"
"Where's Sans?"