It had been a long day, and Frisk was eager to arrive back at Snowdin, where she lived with her best friend, Sans, and his almost as loveable brother, Papyrus. She felt absolutely exhausted after running after an Amalgamate that had gotten loose again from its home back in another part of Snowdin. Her feet ached, her head was foggy, and she just wanted nothing more than to curl up in her friend's loving (yet bony) embraces.

Frisk stood on the doorstep and knocked twice, and Papyrus flung the door open with glee, seeing her and scooping her into his arms and shaking her, as Frisk laughed softly. Papyrus had done that ever since she was a kid-she had been 10 when she'd fallen down, now she was 23-and somehow it still didn't strain him. It hurt her head even more to begin thinking about how young she really had been when she fell down here, and it hadn't exactly been for the best reason.

Travelers who climb Mt. Ebott were said to disappear. She remembered, once, Asriel had asked her why. "I know what the humans say about this place," Asriel's big green eyes had stared at her, "they say that those who climb Mt. Ebott disappear without a trace, and are never seen again. Why did you come here, Frisk? Was it curiosity? Was it for a thrill? Or maybe you...did you…?" Want to disappear?

As if there was some invisible wall in her brain, she didn't let herself think about what she remembered from her life before the fall. She hugged Papyrus that little bit tighter, smiling and laughing. "Where's Sans?" She asked.

"He's in his-"

"He's right here," Sans grinned up at the two of them. Frisk opened her eyes that she had been squeezing shut from Papyrus' embrace and looked at Sans. Her heart began to beat a little faster. She smiled as Papyrus set her down. Sans opened his arms for a hug. "Well, don't leave me out."

Frisk trotted over, squeezing the skeleton that was just barely shorter than her in an equally loving embrace. While Papyrus had become a brother to her, Sans had become...something more. A best friend, but closer. Caring, like Papyrus, but… loving. And that wasn't to say she didn't like Papyrus, but… Sans had captured her in a way Papyrus never had. Sans had truly captured her heart.

"It's good to see you, kiddo," Sans ruffled her hair with his bony hand. Frisk squinted another eye shut and beamed down at him. She thought it was adorable when Sans had to stand on his toes to reach the top of her head. He wasn't much shorter than her, at all, he was mayve eye level with her neck. Or...her lips, if Frisk thought about it that way.

But she tried not to, because now she was blushing, and Sans was staring right at it.

"Good to see you too," Frisk smiled. As much as she loved reuniting with the skelebros, she was… bone-tired, and needed to get some sleep. She yawned, rubbing at her eyes, taking a small step back. "I'm pretty tired," she said. "I spent a whole day chasing around the Endogeny, all the way to Waterfall," Frisk chuckled softly. "Alphys better buy me a cake for that one." She started to turn around, when she paused. A brief pain had struck her temple, and she tripped over the first step, landing on the second step, making her knee throb. She cried out, holding onto the step for a moment, eyes wide in shock. What just happened?

"Frisk!" Sans and Papyrus both called, rushing over. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just got a freaky pain in my head for a second and I tripped," Frisk smiled wobbily, rubbing her throbbing knee. She had managed to hit her kneecap right on the crack of the stairs.

"Here, want me me to carry you up?" Sans offered. The fact he was much smaller than her yet could still carry her was pretty amazing to her. Though, even if he couldn't, he could always lift her with his magic.

"Yes, please, I'm sorry, Sans," Frisk smiled apologetically.

"Don't worry about it, kid." Sans winked and helped her up onto her feet-well, foot-and lifted her into the air with pulsing blue magic. Frisk smiled at the slightly tingly feeling, letting Sans carry her in this way up the stairs.

"Be careful, Frisk!" Papyrus called up at them.

"Don't worry, Pap, I'm just sleeping!" Frisk returned, but grateful for the concern. That was definitely one thing she remembered most vividly before her fall: nobody had cared about her. No wonder she wanted to disappear.

"Then sleep well, human!" Papyrus called.

He still called her that sometimes, but she let it slide. It had become their little nickname-game. "I will, skeleton!" Frisk called back, all smiles, as Sans opened the door to her room.

"Jeez, you two, I'm goin' deaf," Sans teased as he set her on the bed.

"Sorry, Sans," Frisk chuckled, laying down and reaching for the covers, but Sans paused her for a second.

"Hang on, lemme get 'em." Sans told her to sit back up, and Frisk did as she was told. Sans reached where her head had been, and gently fluffed up her pillow, then gently eased her back onto her back in a laying down position, reaching down and pulling the covers over her body, up to her neck, so just her face remained in view. Frisk smiled and couldn't help but blush slightly at the domestic action.

"Hey, that reminds me, uh… I got somethin' for you," Sans said, taking a small step back. "Wait there, don't you move or nothin'."

Frisk smiled. "I won't, promise."

"Alright," Sans winked and left, leaving her door open as she listened to the sound of his soft pink slippers shuffling away. Frisk closed her eyes for a minute, sighing, and letting herself relax. The pain in her feet was beginning to lessen the more she was off of them, which was good. She was so relaxed, however, she almost didn't hear Sans return.

"I'm back," Sans called as he entered the room. Frisk's eyes opened, and she looked at him. He was holding a pastel blueish purple blanket, a more soft version of the color of Sans' magic, that looked so incredibly soft to the touch. "We skeletons can't really feel the softness of things...we can only tell if something feels like sandpaper," Sans grinned a little. "My, uh… well, I found this, and it looked soft, and you said a long long time ago that you loved soft things," Sans shrugged. "So I figured that you could get more joy out'ta it than I ever could," Sans said, tucking it under her chin, so she could feel the softness. Frisk seemingly melted into the bed. It was true, she absolutely loved soft things. Her eyes lidded in relaxation and fatigue, but she had a sleepy smile on her face.

"Thank you Sans," Frisk said softly. "I really like it."

"Of course, kiddo." Sans smiled a little, and he looked like he wanted to do something with his hands, because he kept flexing his fingers, but he didn't do anything.

"On your way out, can you turn on my sound machine?" Frisk asked softly.

"Yeah," Sans nodded and smiled, heading towards the door, and flipping a switch on a machine that set at the foot of Frisk's bed. Since she had been little, the eerie silence of the Underground had scared her. She was used to living in the city at home, that was, before she ran off to find the fabled Mt. Ebott, and she was used to soft noises that lulled her to sleep. So, when Papyrus and Sans realized she wasn't sleeping, they asked Alphys about what the problem might be, and she told them about sound machines. Frisk couldn't sleep without one anymore. She liked the bird setting, the soft coo of birds chirping and singing, as if outside her window. She hated the city setting though. It reminded her too much of home.

"Thanks," Frisk mumbled sleepily. "G'night, Sans."

"Goodnight." Sans shut the door and she listened to his footsteps shuffling away from the door.

But that was when she heard it for the first time.

As Frisk lay there, with only the noises of her sound machine, she heard it, a whisper in the dark. A soft little laugh from a girl's voice. Frisk's eyes snapped open. She sat up, and her forehead was beaded with sweat. Had she been dreaming? Had she really fallen asleep that quickly? She looked around, gripping the new, soft, blue blanket she had been gifted. "Hello?" She whispered.

"Goodnight, Frisk."

And that was the last thing she heard before everything went black.