Chapter One: A Plot
"It's a beautiful day outside.
Birds are singing…
Flowers are blooming…
On days like this…
Kids like you…
. . ." the skeleton recited, his eye glowing blue.
Frisk held up her arms in a weak defense.
She felt the bones pierce her small body, going straight through, and out to the other side.
Frisk meekly coughed up blood.
She looked at the skeleton, who grinned as Frisk, once again, died.
Frisk awoke in a cold sweat.
She quickly looked around her room, terrified.
Frisk took a deep, shuddering breath, sighing in relief.
It was just a dream…
Frisk got out of her bed, the covers of which were now soaked with sweat.
She shook her head, trying to forget the recurring dream she'd been having ever since she fell down here.
It felt so… real.
And having the same dream for twelve years straight wasn't exactly pleasant.
Seventeen and practically insane…
Frisk smacked her forehead.
"How could I have not realized that was a dream…" she muttered to herself.
Frisk walked over to her dream journal, logging the dream down for the over 4000th time.
"Have your dreams been troubling you again?" Frisk's friend asked, in his gravelly voice.
She looked at him, smiling.
"You always know what I'm thinkin', don't you G?" she asked.
Her friend chuckled, his throaty laugh almost sounding like rocks banging against each other.
"Yes, I suppose I do. Have any more memories returned?" he inquired.
Frisk rubbed her forehead.
"Not too many…" she quietly answered.
Her friend's face stayed stuck in his wide-mouthed smile.
His face almost reminded Frisk of a mask…
He was a skeleton, but unlike the one in her nightmare, this one strived to help her. He had two coal-black eyes, and a gaping smile permanently etched into his face. There was a black scar-like line leading from his left eye to his mouth. There was a second one that led from his right eye to the back of his head.
Frisk looked over at the clock absentmindedly.
12:37 AM.
"Happy birthday to me…" she congratulated herself.
Thirteen years, she's had the same dreams now.
Frisk lied back down on her bed, putting a hand on her forehead.
"I understand if you require more rest," her friend said.
"Thanks Gaster…" Frisk quietly thanked.
She thought of the malicious skeleton again.
Despite the thoughts of him being mostly bad, there was still something in the back of her mind…
A memory lost and forgotten…
Frisk couldn't clearly recall it.
It wasn't a bad memory.
It was actually…
Good?
Maybe…
"T-ke -are - -ou-se-, kid. 'Ca- s-eon- r-lly cares -bo- yo-," the memory quietly whispered.
'Kid' and 'Cares' stuck out the most for some reason.
Vague memories were lining her mind, constantly taunting her.
Will she remember, won't she?
"Y- d-rt- bro-r killer," the memory shouted into her ear.
They were just clear enough for her to remember a few parts of the words, but too fuzzy for her to know what they were trying to say.
She pulled a notebook out from underneath her bed, along with a pen in her pocket, and penned down the memory.
Gaster peeked over her shoulder, observing everything she wrote down.
The memories were spotty, but she had logged them all down.
One word, if it was there, was always clear.
'Killer'.
God…
Why were these memories presenting themselves so unclearly…
So vague…
Frisk wished that she could figure it out.
She had a sudden idea.
"I can't…" she thought aloud.
"What?" Gaster asked.
Frisk shook her head.
"I-it's nothing G," she replied.
No mystery was worth that.
"Clearly, it's not just 'nothing' if you're acting so peculiar," he pointed out.
Frisk giggled softly.
"You can read me like a book…" she muttered.
The plan popped into her head again.
Frisk could 'Save'... So what was the risk?
Frisk felt something click in her mind.
"You strived to do the right thing," a memory rang out, clear as day.
The voice…
It was that skeleton's.
Frisk seized up, remembering her dream again.
"What was it? Another memory?" Gaster inquired.
Frisk took another deep, shuddering breath, shaking her head.
"It's just a coincidence, it's just a coincidence," she repeated to herself.
"What's 'just a coincidence'?" Gaster questioned.
Frisk shook her head.
She couldn't. She couldn't!
And yet…
She had to.
Frisk quickly packed her bags before she could reconsider her decision.
Clothes, food, money, the essentials.
"Frisk? Where are you going?" Gaster asked, worried.
Frisk ran downstairs, and flung open the door that had separated her from the rest of the world for so long.
She walked forward, with Gaster trailing close behind, and closed the door behind themselves.