*SLASH* right across my chest. My name is Destiny Isabella Bleak. *COUGH* *CHOKE* COUGH* Did I mention my tongue has been cut out? No? Eh, whatever. Doesn't matter. My cousin, Frisk Underfell, is safe for now. That's all that matters now. Who's trying to kill me? Her name is Helga La Posh. She's a rich brat that had an obsession with my brother. He didn't like her and rejected her, nicely too. How'd she react? She made Frisk an orphan, and killed my brother. Now? She's trying to kill me. I hid Frisk away from everyone so that she'd be safe. I glance behind me as I'm starting to pass out. I'm at the top of Mt. Ebbot. I'm going to die.

I'm eight years old, and I'm going to die. I hate being a descendent of the damn soul of patience… I'm impatiently waiting for death, ha! Talk about irony. Then again, my parents named me a pun and died shortly after doing so, so this kind of Bleak humor is nothing new. I lose consciousness.

When I wake up, I'm at the bottom of the mountain, only I'm in the mountain now, just great… how the hell am I still alive? I sit up and look around. A stupid flower is muttering about wanting to save me… I either hit my head harder than I thought, or he's some sort of monster. I open my mouth to talk before remembering that La Posh cut out my tongue. She apparently blamed my "Lying Tongue" for my brother refusing to date her.

A battle box appears and a blue heart… I think it's light blue… anyway its funny looking. The flower explains something in his shaky voice. I honestly think he doesn't want to fight. The heart is apparently my soul. I managed to move it. I'm still bleeding, but not as bad as I had been… did that thing try to heal me? I dodge his "Friendliness Pellets" which he admits are a type of attack. I look at what I have on me. I have the knife that she-witch had used on me, still covered in some of my blood. I want to get rid of that as soon as possible. The only other thing I own that's on me is an old ribbon that had once tied my black hair up. I don't think I'll need it much longer.

A giant goat lady soon enters and I can tell she's not as bad as the flower thinks she is. She's sorta nice to me. She gives me a phone and leaves me be for the most part as I make my way through the ruins. At one point she calls me up and asks if I want blood… or blood… I say "I hope I don't sound too negative B-ecause I could use a small pint." She laughs like it's the best joke she's heard in a century. She then responded with saying that she'd make sure she had a blood pack for me to go with some blood pudding pie. It was real sweet of her.

When I made it to her house is only when I realized that I shouldn't be able to talk, I mean, my tongue was cut out for crying out loud. She says that it might be my soul's magic. I think that's as good an answer as I'll get. I stayed with her for a few days and even started to call her "Aunt Tori" as I never really felt good about "Mothers" before… Aunts I can deal with… I just miss mine… Unfortunately, I also know that wherever I go, trouble follows. I have to leave her. For her own safety.

I leave a note with an apology and explanation, knowing that it won't be anywhere near enough for the kind but lonely old lady. I then slip away into the dead of night, feeling like it shall be my last anyway. I wasn't getting better anyway. She tried to save me, but couldn't. I lost too much blood and the scar wouldn't go away. She wasn't strong enough to save me. I wasn't strong enough to be saved.

I slip through the door in the basement, and find myself in a winter wonderland, but no snowman is going to take me to the north pole I think. Flowey, that flower I met when I first arrived? He had told me that the rules of this place were "Kill or be killed". I'm not too into it, but I do understand it.

I'm cold, freezing even as I travel through the frozen forest. A blizzard starts to form, no matter how impractical that sounds. The last thing I see before I black out appears to be a tall skeleton with scars over one of his eyes, and a crimson scarf waving in the wind. I can't help but think "This guy is so cool." Weird, I know, but dude, he's really cool…

When I wake up the first thing I notice is that I'm sick. The second thing I notice? My skin is gone. Third? That cool skeleton is glaring at me from across the room. He explains that he found me unconscious and dying, which I knew, but he also explains that he and his father did something to save my pathetic life, and that I should be grateful that I am even alive. I tell him that I am, surprised that my newfound magic flows easier. He says that I'm unwell though because in order to keep me alive, they had to separate me from the majority of my damaged soul, which was presented to the king for breaking the barrier. I give a dark chuckle and tell him that I was going to die anyway, so it might as well go to a good cause. He doesn't know what to think of me and introduces himself as Papyrus.

I have to think hard about my name, since I'm technically a dead girl and now a skeleton monster with… only one HP? How the Fuck am I still alive? Huh… guess that's what having only a small percentage of soul left in you does… anyway, I remember my handwriting always looks like a font on the computer, so I decide to call myself "Comic Sans" or just "Sans" for short. I guess this is my new life…