Second Chances chap.1
Darkness. That's all there was. They couldn't even tell which way was up or down. At lest they could hear something. The noise started awhile ago. It would fade in and out. The noise started to fade again. They kept heading in the direction from where it had come. How they where moving was a question they didn't have an answer to. The feeling in their body had gone numb awhile ago. Soon something felt different. It felt as if something cold and soft had brushed their hand. The feeling filled them with DETERMINATION. They soon had another feeling like the first but on their other hand. They soon felt it on their head.
They felt their head break the surface. They where stuck in something they could tell that much, but what was it? They stopped a moment to shake themselves off. They felt the stuff fly off them. They reached up to brush more of the stuff off the area around their eyes. A strange feeling ran trough them as one hand touched something cold and soft while the other hand touched nothingness. They reached their hand back some more to only to feel more of the stuff that they were buried in. Instinctively, they pulled back. They leaned forward and shook their head. Another strange sensation ran though them. They felt the stuff run through their head and out the place where their left eye was suppose to be.
Their vision cleared. The first thing they saw was the flowers. Big, golden flowers. That startled them to say the least. After they recovered from that shock they realized that the stuff they where buried in was dirt. And they where still buried chest-deep. They started to extricate themselves again. This time it was easier now that they could see. Once they had gotten fully out of the dirt they sat down, examining their surroundings.
They where in a cave, on a patch of golden flowers, with a rock that had something carved into it. No, not a rock, a tombstone. And the thing that was carved into it was a name. A name and a red heart. They read the name out loud,"Frisk". The name echoed in the small cave. They felt as if the name should hold some significance but they couldn't remember why... the memory hit them so suddenly they stumbled forward.
'That name...' They tried not to think about it,but they couldn't stop. 'That name..its' ... MINE!'
Frisk leaned on the tombstone, trebling. They started to think,' So I'm dead... Nope.. I am NOT thinking about that!'
They laid down on the golden flowers, looking through the hole in the roof that let the sunlight through. Frisk held their hand up letting the fading sunlight trickle through through their...skeletal...fingers?
They bolted upright, staring at the bones that had replaced their hand. They began to pat the rest of their body only to find out that the rest of them was as skeletal as their hand. When they got the courage to touch their face it was the same as before, other than being a skull, an empty eye socket on one side and a soft thing that covered the other eye.
Frisk brought their fingers to the base of the thing. They tried to pull the thing out of the way of the socket. Frisk flinched as a stinging pain shot through their head giving them a splitting headache. When the headache died down, Frisk put their hands back at the bottom of the thing again but instead of trying to pull it out, they felt around the base only to find that their skull had closed around the base of it.
'I'm half blind... At least I'm not completely blind!' Frisk giggled, they knew how that felt! They suddenly stopped giggling as a growling sounded in the cave. Frisk looked around only to see no one else was in the cave but them. The growl came again. This time it came, somehow, from their stomach. They didn't know haw long the had been dead but they did know that it was definitely enough time to starve. They needed to find food. But they also knew it was dangerous to wander around at night. They needed a place to sleep. They looked around and saw two pillars on either side of a tunnel that lead deeper in to the cave. They stumbled forward and climbed behind the pillar on the right.
Peering into the daunting darkness as it filled the cave filled them with DETERMINATION.