A/N: These four drabbles were written as part of my daily writing challenge, that I started on December 2. I have a nagging feeling this will just dissapear among the hundreds of other Undertale fics, but... no harm in throwing it out there, I guess. :D

Frisk is somewhat based off myself. I don't know about you, but if I was thrown into the situation Frisk was, I would probably be freaking out quite a bit. XD

Into the Woods

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Frisk stood, looking up at the huge doors in front of them. A part of them wanted to rush through the doors and back into Toriel's arms, safe and warm but...

No. There would be no turning back now.

Do not worry about me, my child. Someone has to take care of the flowers. The soothing memory of Toriel's last words filled the child's ears. Renewed determination stirred in their chest.

Slowly stepping forward, Frisk shivered and glanced around rubbing their hand up and down across the opposite arm. Their woolen sweater did little to protect them against the cold. The white of the snow blazed in their eyes; a line of dark trees stood guard to their left.

But, other than that, they were alone in the forest.

With nothing else to do, Frisk decided to press on. As far as they could see, there was nowhere to save, no place to regain their lost hp.

Small tremors ran through Frisk's body as they walked, partly from cold, partly from fear. If an enemy came, and they died... Frisk wasn't sure they could go through the heartbreaking agony of leaving Toriel again.

Soon they came to a fallen branch lying in the middle of their path. Frisk bent down to study it, wondering for a second which one of the trees it had come from. And... thinking of trees, what kind of trees lived down here? Did they grow from magic and not from sunlight? If so, did monsters eat these plants to regain their magic?

Frisk was still pondering these very important questions when a booming crack spread through the forest. Frisk jumped, and slowly raised their hands in front of their chest, letting out a small whimper.

They dared turn their head and saw the branch had been shattered into several small sticks, as of some great animal, as powerful as an elephant, had stepped upon it, then vanished. What if... another thought sprang into Frisk's mind. What if the creature that had broken the stick was... invisible? What if it was standing right next to Frisk, preparing to pounce?

A slight breeze stirred, pushing against their cheek. It felt like the breath of some animal, standing right next to them.

Tenticles of ice shivered down Frisk's neck, and they streaked forward, grabbing one of the sticks, and holding on to it until the ridges pressed into their palms.

That done, Frisk turned and ran. Their shoes made small crunching sounds as they pressed against the fallen snow, the only sound in the deafening silence. Suddenly a small bridge with a wooden gate or fence of sorts arching across slid into the child's vision. Hope!

If I can just make it to the gate, Frisk thought desperately, maybe they won't be able to follow me. Being a small child, Frisk fervently hoped they would be able to slip through the bars.

Their breath was beginning to tear in their throat, but Frisk dared not slow down.

Just make it to the gate. Make it to the gate.

Suddenly, Frisk was jerked to a stop by some unseen force. Again and again they tried to force their foot forward, but it was as if they were stuck behind a solid wall.

A steady crunch of footsteps sounded behind them, but Frisk dared not even turn their head. They stood, waiting and listening as the footsteps came closer and closer. Tears pricked at the corner of their eyes, and their heart felt ready to leap out of their chest. A small whimper escaped the corner of their mouth, and Frisk clamped their lips shut, determined not to let the monster hear how scared they were.

A voice boomed out, deep and growly, filling the silence with its terrible noise.

"HUMAN. DONT YOU KNOW..."

Please, please, please... Frisk barely heard what the monster was saying. Their hands clamped on the stick, and they shut their eyes tight, their breath hitching.

"TURN AROUND AND SHAKE MY HAND."

For a long second Frisk stood and clutched the stick, their soul quivering. Slowly, very slowly, they loosened their grip, letting it slip from their fingers to hit the snow with a small "shush".

Then Frisk practically whipped around and stuck out their hand, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible.

PHHHHHHHTTTTTT...

Frisk let out a loud squeal and launched themselves backwards, landing with a thump on the bridge. With wide eyes they stared at the small, grinning skeleton with a blue coat.

Why... does a ske... skeleton need a coat? Frisk through, trying to skuttle backwards through the gate.

They managed to scramble onto their knees and were about to take off again when they heard the skeleton quickly say, "whoah, whoah, easy there, kiddo." His voice was deep and gravely, but somehow not the same as the voice Frisk had heard call out " N." This voice held tricklings of concern.

"easy there. i'm not gunna hurt you."

Take a shuddering breath, Frisk turned around and gave the skeleton a long, critical look. He wasn't quite like the skeletons Frisk has seen in books, much shorter and rounder. He was indeed wearing a thick blue sweatshirt, with a fur-lined hood. Black shorts hung loosely to his knees, and his feet were protected by fuzzy slippers. All in all, a rather comical appearance.

"Y-you scared me," Frisk chided, giving the skeleton a stern glare, and folding their arms in an effort to appear tough.

The skeleton seemed to relax a bit and gave the child a wide grin. "hey, sorry 'bout that. the name's sans."

"I'm-"

"hey, you're a human, right?" Sans asked bluntly. "nice to meet you."

Sans held out his hand again, and this time Frisk took it with only a slight hesitation, giving the skeleton a small, shy grin of their own.

PHHHHTTTTT--