It's been a while huh? Not to worry, I'm not dead :D As the description said, this is my first AU, and I'm very excited to start writing about it! I hope you'll have as much fun reading it as I am writing :) Alright, 'nuff said. Enjoy!

She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. Even gasping was out of the question. Frisk felt her HP drain away as a slimy tendril of… something wrapped around her chest, cracking her ribs. She wanted to cry out, to scream, to express her pain somehow. But by doing so she would waste valuable breath. So she bit down on her tongue and tried to look away, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the pulsating mess that was all around her. Everywhere she looked, "he" was there. There was no escaping him. Growing desperate, Frisk looked up to where she thought his face would be, and instantly wished she hadn't. The smell was bad enough, like a giant rotting carcass, but the sight made her feel even sicker. His face was a messy canvas of eyes, teeth, and God knows what else. It was almost comical. If she wasn't having the life crushed out of her, Frisk might've laughed. All over his "body" were faces. Melted, groaning, expressionless faces. She saw everyone in there. Sans. Undyne. Toriel. Everyone. They were horrible. They all had a sort of half-smile, but looked as though they were halfway through melting. She felt sick as tears came to her eyes and flowed down her cheeks.

"Wh- why…?" She croaked, her words jagged glass being scraped through her throat.

All eyes pointed towards her. Even the faces of her friends looked at her. He rolled back what might have been his head. Frisk's ears screamed as a demonic laugh composed of several pitches ricocheted through her ears. She was certain they were bleeding. Even the faces took the chance to take part, their high-pitched giggles chilling her to her very core.

"'WHY?'" He mocked, some kind of saliva trailing from his mouth as he spoke. Frisk closed her eyes as it splattered all over her, drenching her clothes and plastering her hair to her forehead. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her view, but to no avail. Without warning, she flew upwards. The tendril that was grasping her was now racing her towards his face. It stopped right in front of him, his breathing uneven and enraged. "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" he screamed, his mouths baring their teeth. "YOU AND YOUR LITTLE BAND OF DO-GOODERS!". Out of the corner of her eye, Frisk saw the faces of her friends trail up the side of him, coming to rest so that they were sat all around his face. They all spoke in perfect sync with each other.

"Did this. Did this. Did this. Did this" they chanted, growing louder with every word.

"Could've saved us"
"Didn't listen"
"Selfish"
"Now look at us"

"No..." Frisk clenched her eyes shut as she shook her head. "No no NO!" She screamed. It was hopeless. They only grew louder.

It was all hopeless.

Frisk hung her head and let her tears flow. They stung as they ran down her cheek, stopping at her chin. They paused for a second before dripping off. She sniffed as she accepted her fate. This was it. Soon she would be dead, wiped from the face of the Earth. With only the voices of the damned to accompany her. But over the sounds of the voices, she could have swore she heard what sounded like sizzling. Something was burning. She opened her eyes slowly and scanned for the source of the noise. Her vision was blurry from tears, but unfortunately the sight of him was burned deep into her skull. Suddenly she noticed a thin pillar of smoke and looked down. There, on his tendril, was where the tear had fallen. A puzzled expression sprawled across her face, and she looked up to his. She only grew more confused.

His face was contorting slightly. Jerks of pain shooting across his face. She felt his grip on her loosen, and she grew hopeful. For a second. Gritting all of his teeth, he pulled her even closer to him.

"You little FUCK!" He roared, the sheer volume from her proximity to him almost bursting her ear drums. She then felt herself pulled upwards towards the ceiling, the sudden wind whipping her hair violently. Frisk was just held there for a moment, suspended in the air, whimpering, before a tremendous force brought her back down, hurtling towards the floor.

"I don't want to die…" She mumbled, what little sound she made lost to the howls of the wind. She couldn't die. Not yet.

Using every ounce (or gram) of strength she had left, she focused. She focused on being able to see all her friends again. Focused on her happiness, and all the good that was in her life. As she concentrated more and more, a button began to appear.

Reset.

"C'mon…" She pushed harder, remembering all the times Papyrus' smile greeted her, along with a plate of stale spaghetti. The button materialized more. She remembered Undyne's intensive training session, leaving them both drenched in sweat. Reset grew a little clearer. The wind howled louder. The ground rushed up to meet her. She sweated. She pushed. She hoped.

She dreamed.

With a final breath, Frisk screamed as her determination pushed through. The reset button was right there, clear as day. Frisk thought he would have been screaming "Noooo!" or something. Maybe he was. With a final push, the tendril smashed Frisk through the button. All of a sudden the immense pressure on her chest was gone, along with the demonic voices, however the wind was still present, pounding against her hair and clothing. She used what little breath she had to breathe a sigh of relief. Luckily, the floor of a cave wasn't rushing up to meet her anymore.

It was the edge of a cliff face.

She only had time to widen her eyes a little as Frisk's body slammed against the rock face, sending sparks of pain shooting through her skull, before falling once more. She landed with a whumpf on a bed of golden Flowers, blood flowing from every part of her face. A particularly nasty gash across her cheek was bleeding the most. She weakly groaned as her senses went numb, and moved for fingers up to her cheek. It was warm. She gazed up at the sunlight that was streaming through the cave, shining where she lay. Frisk let her head fall back as she waited for her brain to kick into gear. She turned her head to the side and caught a glimpse of a blurry figure standing in a doorway. Frisk strained to open her mouth to call out to it.

And then everything went black.

Who is sh…?

...on't know. I… ust foun… lying ther...

She's… ot a monster…

Doesn… atter. Help me mov… inside…

Being dragged. Damp floor. Sounds. Frogs? Getting warmer. Feels like carpet. Warmth. Cotton.

As she slowly regained consciousness, Frisk became gradually more and more aware of her surroundings. She couldn't see, but her other senses were kicking in. The first thing she noticed was her wrists. Someone, or something, was dragging her by the wrists. Slimey. Whatever it was, it was a horrible feeling, and she would've said something if she wasn't using her energy to keep herself conscious. Instead, she elected to submit to whatever was dragging her and let them carry on. At least they hadn't killed her… Yet…

Then a new voice sounded in her ear. It wasn't like anything she'd ever heard before. She only spoke a few words, and Frisk could tell it was a warm, soft, and caring one. She just hoped it belonged to someone of similar qualities.

"Why hello my dear Froggits!"

Froggits? Frisk wondered to herself, her fatigue rendering her unable to do anything.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visi-" She stopped mid-sentence. Frisk assumed that was this woman noticing her. Her eyes flicked about under her eyelids. She was starting to regain her strength. Whatever was holding her let go of her wrists, which fell and landed softly on a rather lovely fabric.

"Th- thank you…" The woman stuttered. "I'll take things from here." With that, Frisk heard a smacking sound that grew more distant every time. Eventually she couldn't hear anything.

Must have been them hopping away. She thought to herself.

Suddenly, she found herself being scooped off of the floor, and felt herself being held against this mysterious woman as she carried her through the house. Her hands were huge! And was that... fur? Frisk looked calm on the outside, but on the inside she was frightened out of her mind. Where was she? Where was she being taken? What the hell was going on? She had to escape.

Frisk balled her right hand into a fist. She would startle this woman, make her drop her, and then run for it. She swung up her fist with all she could. Her arm raised a few centimeters before drooping pathetically over her left side. She guessed that perhaps she not as strong as she thought she was. Frisk was so preoccupied with devising an escape plan that she barely noticed that she had been placed on a bundle of materials. She instantly relaxed a little, and even more so when she felt a thick cover being pulled over her. She wanted to resist, to fight back, to do something. But her body just wouldn't allow it. She hadn't been in that bed a minute and her mind was already shutting down. A pain was scorched across her face, and she had no idea why. But the pain seemed to fade more and more with each passing moment, until it was nothing more than a dull ache. The woman's voice sounded once.

"Goodnight little human. Sweet dreams". With that, Frisk heard a door quietly being shut, closing with a click. She raised her head by a fraction.

"'Human'? What does she mean by-" And then she was out like a light.

Drip. Drip.

On her face. Cold.

Slowly, Frisk awoke from her slumber to a cold sensation tingling on her head. It was still dark. She quickly wiped at it with her sleeve and stared down at it. It just blood. Heh, "just". She must have reopened a cut on her head somehow. Her fingers investigated the cut, prodding at it. Almost instantly she was greeted with a searing pain. She jerked her hand away instinctively and gave a small yelp.

"Oww…" She whimpered. Even though the pain woke her up for a moment, she realised she was still extremely tired. Deciding exploring was a bad idea, especially with that woman somewhere out there, she decided it'd be best to go back to sleep and figure something out tomorrow. Sure she was in a strange place with even stranger people, but at least they weren't dangerous (or at least didn't outwardly appear so). Deciding that whichever logic let her sleep was the best, she sank back into her blankets and closed her eyes.

How's that for an opening? Mysterious enough for ya?

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