Panic runs through Frisk as she feels the thing tighten around her ankle, A monster has me! I have to get free!Desperately Frisk kicks her free leg at the thing that has her, but it did no good. After taking a deep breath she looks back into the darkness, ready to face whatever had her. Instead of seeing a blood thirsty monster, all she saw a vine that had woven its way around her ankle, "... Just a vine..." She lets out a soft sigh of relief before chuckling to herself, I can't believe I actually freaked out over that... Still Frisk couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her in the darkness, I need to get moving... After struggling for a moment she finally got her foot free and hurried away from the hallway of vines and roots. She found herself standing there in the room with the stairs leading up to a doorway, "Okay Frisk... You got this..." She said to herself, hoping that it would bring her some sort of comfort. The room itself was rather barren, though there was moss here and there it seems that there wasn't as much plant life in this part of the ruins. Frisk could swear though that she could hear water just up a head, passed the doorway and into the unknown. That sound... It has to be water, I think I even hear frogs, Frisk thought to herself and started to walk up the left-hand side staircase, hearing soft croaks and ribbit sounds coming from up ahead. Also there was the odd meow sound, Perhaps there is a cat hunting the frogs and fish? As the girl made her way up the stairs the sound of splashing was becoming more clear. I am going to be okay, the sound of the splashing filled her with an odd sense of determination.

Sans eventually found his jacket , however he is completely confused on how it found its way on top of the half-dead pine tree in town square, "well... that's sure as fuck new..." maybe this has something to do with how things reset last time... The skeleton grumbles softly to himself as his right eye flaring up slightly in wisps of purple magic, "H-hey! You're f-freaking late!" said the all too familiar shaking voice of Undyne, the walking fish-stick. Sans couldn't help but chuckle to himself not bothering to look over his shoulder as he raises his right hand, "well i wood have been on time but my jacket wanted to hang around without me." Undyne groans behind him which causes the grinning skeleton to grin more, "don't worry, i will leaf once i acorn my jacket." Undyne glares at Sans as he summons a bone roughly 2 feet in length, then he carefully uses the bone to retrieve his jacket, "without my jacket the cold just goes right through me." The bone floats effortlessly to the jacket and the skeleton tries to make sure the bone doesn't accidently stab through the comfy fabric.

The blue fish monster was about a foot taller than Sans and was wrapped up in a heavy black coat, thick dark grey pants, and a knitted yellow scarf, "J-just hurry up it up! You know I hate the cold, L-lets just go f-fix the traps and get s-something warm to eat." Undyne was normally quite, not shy, just quite. Always watching and analyze before she normally speaks, unless she was cold, then she had a chance of speaking her mind, "almost got it ..." Sans mumbles as he finally snags his jacket with the bone without the sound or ripping fabric, "ha!" but how did it even get out here... Undyne sneezes and groans, "Yay you got it, now lets go already." A shiver runs through the skeleton's bones, "yeah, we can go a-pine and leaf now undyne..." something is different. "One more tree pun and I am sparing you." Undyne growls warningly, "i must ash you for mercy, I can't oaking stop at the puns!" A yellow spear forms in the fish woman's hands, "Those were all forced..." i should check on the old man...

Frisk slowly pokes her head into through the doorway to see another long hallway but along the walls there was pools of water. The air in the room was damp and there was a smell but Frisk couldn't quiet place it, though for some reason it almost made her feel hungry. There was no sign of any cats but as she walks down the hallway she notices two frog like creatures by the water. One croaked while the other one let out a meow, Did that frog just meow? As if to confirm what she heard the first frog lets out a meow as well, Frogs meow apparently...

"Heehee silly isn't it?"

Frisk quickly spins around to look at whoever just spoke, it sounded like they were just behind her.

"Heehee be careful now Frisk..."

Quickly Frisk turns around again, this time however she slips on a patch of moss and with a loud thud then splash Frisk found herself in the water. Thankfully in wasn't that deep, only came up to her waist, but it was cold. The two frogs were now watching her closely, No, not watching me... They are glaring...

By the time Frisk pulled herself out of the water the two strange frogs were now in front of her, "H-hello there..?" Maybe they are monsters... I mean they are too big to be actually frogs. Maybe Monsters are nice?

"Haha good luck with that, Frisk."

That voice once again sounded like it was just behind her, but this time Frisk didn't turn to check, she was too focused on the frogs, "I'm sorry to um.. bother you both... I just um... Tripped." Frisk couldn't tell if they didn't understand her or if they just didn't care, perhaps it was a mix of both. Slowly Frisk tries to move past them when suddenly one leaps at her, headbutting her in chest, almost knocking her back into the water.

"Fight back! Kick it if you have to Frisk!"

Both frogs attacked the human,
Mustard seed... That's what that smell is... Frisk falls to her knees clutching her midsection, Its going to attack again... A frog slams into Frisk from the side, "Ah!" Her heals end up dangling over the edge back into the water.

"You really should have fought back heehee... Maybe you will next time."

The voice whispers just behind Frisk's ear in a mocking tone. As if Frisk was really about to die, as if she would have a second chance at this. Her vision blurs as she struggles to keep her eyes open.

".denimreteD yats tsum uoY"

"I must stay... Determined..." Frisk could just barely make a red blur just past the frogs, bobbing out past rocks, "H-help... Please..."

The red blur froze in place and showed no sign of moving.

"Are you even sure it moved to begin with?"

But... I know I saw it move... I must have. Frisks' vision steadily begins to fade out of focus as a strange warm sensation presses against her back. A feeling slowly starts spread around her as if pulling her back into an embrace, This actually feels... So nice.

"!pu evig t'noD"

I can almost make out what they are saying... But its like listening to static... Besides its comfortable like this...Frisk starts to give into the urge to let her eyelids fall shut. The embrace making her feel safe and welcomed as it wraps around her body.

"Shh... Its okay Frisk, soon it will be over... And you can try again... You won't even feel any pain."

As the voice whispers just behind Frisk's left ear in a soft soothing tone, No pain? That sounds... Pretty nice... Frisk's eyes fall shut, I can almost see those buttons... "Continue" and...

"!seye ruoy nepo ot deen uoY !sdrow ym ot netsil ,eciov ym raeh esaelp Frisk"

Something starts to stir inside Frisk, feelings of doubt and uncertainties,
Reset, Frisk wasn't sure why the thought of seeing that button again filled her with a sense of unease. Soon the warm embrace that once felt so welcoming, now felt sickening.

Frisk forces her eyes open to see the frogs about to bestow their final blow, it had been much easier to just close her eyes, but She needed to try again, "Please help!" She calls out to blurry red figure just past the frogs. The frogs then leap at Frisk, sending her back into darkness.

Undyne forces a bear trap open with a yellow energy spear, then she goes to hide it in the snow, careful not to trigger it, "J-just a f-few more... Then we can go warm up at the b-bar." Sans leans against a tree, his eye sockets black, the way everyone is acting is the same as the past 'resets'... something is different. there is always a reason for a jacket to end up on the top of the healthiest tree in snowdin... even if that reason is because of wasabi... but i sure as hell wasn't drinking last night... Sans flinches for a moment as he hears a trap snap shut, "Fuck these things! Why can't I just run a human through with a spear?! Why waste the time with traps?" The skeletons permanent smile relaxed slightly, "we could also just tell the captain we fixed em and call it a day." He knew she would never agree to leaving work early no matter what her mood. "Y-you know what... Let's fucking go, n-not like Papyrus checks these traps." Sans eye lights went out, his bones stiffened, she wants to... call it a day? what the hell happen to change things this much? will things be different..?

"You poor thing..." A voice pushes through the darkness, a deep male voice filled with concern, "I won't let any more harm come to you..." It felt as if Frisk was floating in a dream with the scent of flowers around her, "Healing magic isn't my strong... Some good food..." Frisk couldn't focus on the man's words as she was being pulled in and out of consciousness.
Something softly brush against her cheek, "Rest... You are safe..." Frisk was determined to open her eyes to see the face of the owner of the voice.

Slowly Frisk manages to open her eyes and at first all she can make out was violet fabric that seem to be giving off a pleasant smell, "Flowers..." Frisk mumbles softly as she sees a symbol made up if dark grey lines embroidered in the violet fabric, "Young one..?" The voice asks in a gently tone, pulling Frisk out of her trance.

Ignoring the feeling to close her eyes, Frisk raises her gaze to see what seems to be a black bread, "You smell like..." For a moment Frisk thought she was seeing things as she finally locked eyes of a goat man with white fur, a black mane like bread, and royal blue eyes, "F-flowers..."

The goat man's eyes went from being concerned to being filled with warmth, "You should rest, I'll bring you something to eat." As if on cue Frisk finally gave into the urge and closes her eyes once more, falling into a deep sleep.

Gerson was thankful that he no longer had his sight, otherwise he would be forced to see that damns skeletons' smirking face, though he could tell that something was wrong, "Sans you going to order something already?" Asked the sandy yellow turtle monster with clean but clearly worn bandages around his eyes. Sans who happened to be sitting down across the bar to turtle shrugs, "eh... i would if you actually worked here." Gerson quietly thanked Queen Toriel that he didn't make another damn pun, "gillby would be flaming mad if someone went blindly working his hot bar so shellessly." It had been peaceful for the most since Gillby stepped in the back to organize a few things not 5 minutes ago and asked Gerson to make sure nothing happened. Gillby at the time didn't have anyone else to pick since there was just one other there, Val the drunk. Val however was currently using her favorite table as a pillow. So the job fell the to Gerson, the job to deal with Sans to the wise-ass and Undyne. True be told he is rather proud of Undyne for becoming second in command. He could remember the day he found her cry as if it were yesterday but quickly he shakes his head. After all, he must not remember such things now, "Hmph... I assure you I can get you that disgusting thing you call a drink. I can smell it from here."

"H-hello..." Frisk voice was more shaky than she had intended, "Howdy..." The goat man replied, still staring at her in disbelief. They stood in silence for a moment in the hall way. Frisk had woken up in bed that was just the right size for her, though she was very confused one quickly look around the room revealed she was in an old kids room. Without thinking much she walked out of the room, where she now stood across from the goat man from before. Only this time Frisk can take in his features properly. Like how his eyes shined with a sort of integrity that seemed somehow sad. He also had a set of horns, Well a horn and a half, his left horn was broken almost perfectly in half, That must have hurt... "Oh my how rude of me! I am Asgore, caretaker of the ruins." he holds out one large fuzzy paw like hand to her, "I'm Frisk..." slowly she takes his hand, her hand so tiny compared to his, "What a fine name! Um... Would you like some tea? Then perhaps you could tell me how you came to this place. I assume you fell?"

"Hmm? Don't tell me you trust this guy so easily. Something doesn't feel right."

The voice whispers just behind Frisks' ear, He helped me... Frisk wanted to believe that Asgore was a kind man but how could she trust him fully. "Young one? Is something wrong?" Asgore asks gently, causing Frisk to look up at him, "I'm sorry... It's been a long day..."

"You must stay Determined."

"Don't give up!

"Frisk, please hear my voice, listen to my words! You need to open your eyes!"