Prologue: I am not There

Frisk stepped out of the tall building. She had just finished a meeting trying to get the monsters citizenship and she needed a break.

It's been about a year since the monsters were free. A lot of people, mostly younger kids and teenagers, welcomed the monsters with open arms, making it easy to get them a place to live.

Now, Frisk was living with her adoptive mother, Toriel. She spent her time either doing ambassador duties with Asgore or pranking people with Sans.

Frisk started to hum a song, when suddenly, a blow to the back of her head made her fall. She hit her head on the ground and passed out in the middle of the alley.

One day later, the news had a new breaking story-

"Ambassador Frisk Dreemurr Murdered! Frisk Dreemurr, age 16, was found dead in an alleyway, by her adoptive mother, Toriel Dreemurr. Police say that she was struck by a long blunt object, most likely a bat, hit her and she fell down. The ambassador hit their head on the ground, passed out, and the assailant continued to hit her until she died. There were no cameras in the alleyway and the police have no leads other than an eye witness saw a man run out of the alley at the time of death."

The entire monster population grieved. Their savior, their angel, was no more. The ones it hit the hardest were Toriel, Asgore, Sans, Papyrus, Alphys, and Undyne.

The funeral was held underground and every monster attended. Normally, if it was a monster who died, they would spread their dust over their most beloved item, but humans didn't turn to dust. So, Frisk was buried next to Chara, right below the golden flowers on which she fell and she was buried in her beloved striped sweater and golden locket that used to be Chara's.

Every monster said their goodbyes, wishes, and thanks to the departed human. The only monster who thought something was wrong was Sans. Why hadn't Frisk reset, even Sans would say this reset was needed.

The truth was, Frisk did try to reset, but something happened. Instead of loading back to her last save, right before the meeting, she loaded to a different universe!
When Frisk opened her eyes, she thought she was dead. She was laying on what looked like Sans' bed and in Sans' room. This was not her last save; she must be finally dead. It was different than she imagined.

She tried to sit up when she felt a pain in her shoulders. She rubbed her shoulder to feel what was hurting when she touched feathers!

Frisk looked behind her and saw wings. Blinding white and fluffy like angel wings. Yup, she's dead and she is now in heaven.

She carefully got up, trying not to accidentally sit on her wings, and went to the door. But, as soon as she got up, her wings expanded to their full length. Almost the entire room was the length of the majestic wings.

With difficulty, she learnt how the wings worked and closed them. Frisk walked through the door and outside an exact copy of Sans and Papyrus' house. She walked downstairs and wondered what the afterlife would be like.

Is it a copy of her own world and whenever people died they go to their own house, but with wings? Are is it an interpretation of a happy memory?

She walked into the kitchen expecting not to see anyone, but there was Sans. But, not Sans?

This Sans was still a skeleton, but he also had wings. They were black, like a raven or a crow, and you could see the bones. He wore a black jacket, a blue shirt, and yellow googles.

"Sans?" Frisk asked, last time she checked Sans was not dead.

"Morning, sunshine," he grinned at her, "you woke up later than me and that's saying something."

Frisk looked at the clock and it said 8:59.

"Papyrus left a while ago."

Wait, Papyrus? No way he was dead, too. Frisk looked out the window and saw a bunch of monsters walking around, all with wings. They were still in the underground.

"I'm not dead," she mumbled. Did she mess up the timeline, is that why everyone has wings? Did she reset back to the beginning?"

"What did you say, kiddo?" Sans was next to her and looked at her crazed eyes.

Frisk was getting worried, she promised Sans that she wouldn't go back to the underground. She was so scared that her wings spread out and she started to hover in doors.

"What's wrong?" The weird version of Sans asked.

"Sans," she nearly screamed, "I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened, I was only trying to go back a couple hours!"

Sans' eyes went dark and summoned a Gaster Blaster at her, "who are you and what did you do to Frisk?"

Frisk backed away from the weapon. She knew what they could do thanks to Chara processing her one timeline.

"I am Frisk," she squeaked out.

"No you're not," the skeleton growled, "Frisk would know what's going on!"

Frisk was about to say something when they both heard a ding. The clock chimed 9:00 P.M. and Frisk's world started to faded too black.

The next time she awoke a gun was being pointed at her. Again, the weapon was being held by Sans, but he didn't have wings. Instead, it still looked like her Sans, but he was wearing a lab coat.

"State your business, traveler," he said coolly, "and what did you do to Frisk?"

All Frisk could say was this, "that's a popular question isn't it?"

A/N Welcome to my new story- Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep! This story is sort of based off the poem Do Not Stand at My Grave. This story is basically Frisk died in her timeline and when she tried to reset she loaded a save from a different AU Frisk. When she's in different AUs she takes the place of that AU's Frisk. Frisk needs to find a way back to her timeline and only one, or one's versions, can help her. Come later for Prologue Part Two: I Do Not Sleep. Also, say what AU you want Frisk to visit and what one she was in at the end of the chapter!