Frisk sat up in bed and rubbed their eyes. Today marked the two-year anniversary of the day that monsters gazed at a beautiful sunset. For some, it was the first time they had seen it in years. For others, it was the first time at all.
Or was that tomorrow?
Nonetheless, Frisk changed into clothes more suitable for the daytime and left the room. The inviting scent of hot maple syrup filled the air. It wasn't that unusual, as having a mother like Toriel meant eating a complete breakfast every morning.
"Good morning, Frisk," said Toriel, in her normal, gentle manner. The table had already been set. The selection of food included waffles, scrambled eggs, and bacon. A nice, generic breakfast. "We had better eat quickly. The final preparations for the festival are being made today." So it WAS tomorrow. Toriel continued, "I would like you to help us as much as possible."
The festival had been planned for about a month by the mayor of East Ebott Town (Frisk's current place of residence). Papyrus enthusiastically agreed to help, despite never being asked to. He ended up supplying roughly half of the ideas used for the festivities.
After eating, the two prepared to leave. Setting up the remaining aspects of the celebration would likely span across the entire day. They walked out into the cold air. It was only March, so there was still snow on the ground. Two minutes later, with the brilliant reaction time of a snail, Frisk realized they had forgotten their coat. They told Toriel to keep walking, and that they would catch up to her. "I hope this isn't a trick to get out of working," Toriel said. Frisk shook their head frantically. "Very well, then. I will see you in a few minutes, my child."
Frisk trudged through the snow back to the house and walked upstairs to their room. Before entering, however, they noticed another door on the far end of the hallway. Oddly enough, they had never been in the room or even noticed it was there. It was almost as if the door was emitting... darkness.
Frisk reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it. The room looked like a really dark closet. Reluctantly, they stepped inside.
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In another part of East Ebott Town, a pair of skeletons were messing about. "Sans!" Papyrus shouted from the living room, while putting on his coat. Sans poked his head out of his bedroom to see what was up: "Yeah, bro?" "We have been here for nearly two years and you still haven't picked up your sock!" "Isn't that what you told me to do yesterday?" Papyrus would've rolled his eyes if he had them. "Yes, and also the day before, because it is THAT IMPORTANT!" "Eh," Sans shrugged, "I'll do it tomorrow." "That's what YOU said yesterday, and the day before! You need to fix your procrastination problem!" "Nah," Sans disagreed, "I'll also do that later." Papyrus groaned, indicating that he was done trying to take care of the sock for the day.
Papyrus finished buttoning his coat. He, of course, didn't need a coat, but he still wore it to "look cool." He looked at his brother again. "We are going to be late if you don't hurry up and get ready!" Sans shrugged again. "Go on without me, Paps. I have something I need to do first. Don't worry, I'll just use one of my shortcuts." "If you say so, Sans."
A short amount of time after Papyrus left the house, Sans walked to their "unused" shed and checked the display on one of the several machines in the room. "Just as I thought. The anomaly sensor is showing increasing readings. Today is far worse than the past week, though." Sans shrugged for the third time that morning. "Oh well. Not my problem." Wasting no more time, he left the shed and locked it, then teleported to the town hall.
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Frisk took a few more steps into the room, which more accurately fit the description of "a really long hallway." They had been walking for at least five minutes. Suddenly the door was shut. Frisk ran back towards it, but discovered that there was no longer a knob. The hallway got darker.
A feeling came over them that they recognized. Frisk was falling. They fell for a while, and then... *thud*