CHAPTER ONE
It had been years since Frisk had one of those dreams. Flashes of snow and lava, strange frogs, and a boney skeletal hand holding hers. She woke panting, sweat coating her in a fine sheen. Her room was quiet and dark in the early hours of the morning, and at the foot of her bed she heard the soft purring of her cat. She drew in several shaky breaths, reaching over to her bedside table to grab the journal there. Scribbling quickly, she wrote down the fragments from the dream as best as she could.
'Cold and hot landscape, amphibians, and bones…'
Finished, she sat staring at the lump of fur slowly rising and falling at the foot of the bed. It had been so long, but those dreams used to plague her nighttime visions constantly. She often felt like she had been living a double life, one filled with magic and monsters and other things that she didn't understand.
Groaning, she fell back onto her pillow with a plop. She squinted over at the clock on the desk, a faint red glow of numbers reading 4:30 a.m. Letting out another groan, she rolled over and squeezed her eyes shut, willing sleep to come once more. It was pointless, however, which she knew well.
Huffing in annoyance, she sat back up and swung her legs over the bed, shoving her feet into fuzzy pink slippers and trying not to wake up the cat. Another pointless task, because the small feline jumped up as soon as she had moved, merrowing for food impatiently.
"I know, I know, come on Temmie lets go." She muttered to the eager animal, walking out into her small kitchen. Her apartment was cozy, a tiny one bedroom close to her job and the grocery store. All the furniture she had placed around were pieces either thrifted or found for free on the curbside. Her kitchen was well used, plenty of spices and cooking gear organized haphazardly on the counters and in cabinets. She went over to the coffee pot, opening up a bag of vanilla coffee grounds and shoveling a few tablespoons into the filter. Meanwhile, Temmie twined herself in and out of her legs, her meows getting louder and more incessant.
"Ok ok! Just let me get the coffee started!" Frisk said in exasperation. She went over to the food bowl and poured in some of the kibbles for her hungry friend. Sighing as Temmie began noisily crunching on her food, Frisk turned and pulled down a mug for her coffee, still thinking about the strange dream.