Oh, the temptation of sleep. Frisk only wanted to read all night long, she didn't want to feel her eyes growing heavy and burning with exhaustion! She was in no mood to sleep. This story was right at the climax, and she wanted to know what was happening, but the focus of her mind was growing numb, and her eyes were blinking so much she couldn't keep track of the paragraph she was on.

With a defeated sigh, she fell back on her pillows, and her eyes closing as her fluffy cat made itself comfortable in the crook of her arm. It was always so dark… even with the light beside her, the place she went to when her eyes closed… was always so dark… and even with her cat her beside her, that place was also… so very lonely.

"Maybe it won't be so bad this time…" she said softly, though she didn't believe it. "

She felt the ground beneath her feet… something she was standing on, even though she knew, when she would flash open her eyes, she was laying down in her bed. She could feel the covers beneath her fingers, feel her cats soft fur… the warm blanket over her shoulders. And yet, the closer she went to sleep, the more she felt more the chill air that wafted through this place she would wander once again… The long, endless walk to nowhere.

But why did she have to wander? Well… that was simple. She stopped walking, and looking behind her at the way she had come. She kept her other foot pointed in the direction she was walking so she wouldn't loose track. There was still nothing to be seen… but there was someone there. Many people. All watching her. If she stopped, they would come close… and that made her feel as though she were about to be swallowed… or perhaps… that she would never wake up.

Before they could catch her, Frisk turned away to keep walking, because that always made her feel better. She didn't need to run, that only made her loose energy, and when she woke up, she would feel so tired.

However, she had barely taken a step when two cold hands folded around her shoulders, and stopped her. Still, Frisk could see nothing, but suddenly she felt as though she were suffocating. Her heart pounding, she tried to get away, but her legs- her arms wouldn't move!

She couldn't hear them, but she knew the one keeping her still was telling her to relax. But was that a trick? To give up? To fail. To be suffocated!? Paralyzed!? "I need to wake up…!" she devoted all her energy to move… just a little…

They promised to let her wake up, or sleep… after she saw something. Still they did not speak, but there was just as powerful an impression as though they had spoken.

"If you'll get to the point, and just let me sleep in peace, then fine!" she exclaimed, breathing a little better now.

The feeling was scolding her now.

"Why can't I just sleep? Why am I here?" Frisk whined, her body tingling with numbness. It felt as though these hands were cutting into her very mind. "Are you doing that?"

They dissuaded her comment, and now she was sure there was a prying at her mind.

"Stop that!"

They persisted.

"Ow… let me go!" she moved, but now the hands shifted, clamping around her left arm, another around her neck. She could breathe less now, and the strength that had filled her limbs for a moment was now quickly leaving her.

This being could do much worse than suffocate her.

Helpless, Frisk calmed, trembling in fear of the feeling of someone crawling into her mind.

Out of the dark, there were brief flickers of grass in a daylit sky, ancient carvings on pale stone, a blue glow from a field of blue flowers… darkness again… and then… anger. Warriors in animal skins, and makeshift weapons disappearing into the night. For the longest time the enemy was unseen… but so many humans fell, torn and maimed and shot down by strange weapons and sometimes by something that seemed impossible… lightening…? No. Magic. And then, in all their rage, and power, the monsters in the light of the flames bore down on the humans.

The darkness returned with a roiling helplessness. Something was wrong. Something that needed to be fixed. It was a suggestion. An unfinished answer. A question Frisk had to answer, that she had to answer for the hands to let her go. Her mind reeled with doubt. "I still don't understand what's wrong… exactly."

The screams rose again around Frisk and she felt as though she were there. She wanted to clamp her hands over her ears, the sound was so great, but she still couldn't move. The warriors, desperate, crying, and pleading for mercy, the bodies of horned, furred, clawed, but sentient beings were thrown into the depths of a great pit. After they had gone and been trapped, the humans found and descended upon the monsters' homes… and the defenseless families and children were captured and either killed, or taken and thrown into the pit as well.

"Please stop," Frisk gasped, overwhelmed with a feeling of despair and cruelty.

A great dark wall divided the dark from the day. But this dark… was far deep inside the earth, but this was a place where life prevailed.

This was impossible. "Why would they do this?"

The one whom she could not see… who held her paralyzed, was angry.

"You don't think I did this, do you? Just because I'm human?"

The anger softened to forgiveness.

"Stop giving me emotions! Just tell me what you want, I don't want to be in this darkness forever!" she exclaimed.

NEITHER DO I