Sans - Frisk. Older in appearance, but still the unmistakable face of the child that had stolen the hearts of every monster in the underground was curled before me soundless. "H...Wh...No. This isn't real. She's not here, How could she be?" Outraged I stood, preparing to launch the nightmare disguised dream across the clearing when it stirred. The form didn't move much, just enough to expose the length of its body and expose just how thin she was. I confirmed her gender by the two lumps slightly exposed under the too-small sweater. With a blush I decide to leave the figure there and retrieve help, but not before covering the body with my over-sized jacket first.
Frisk - My body ached, but not in the usual ways. Not the hunger pains that only went away when the jolt of energy rejuvenated my life force every few sleep cycles, nor the torturous pain of memories pounding their way through my mind. This was a pain I hadn't felt in a long time, the ache of sore muscles and the stiffness of earth underneath my back. Opening my eyes slightly I'm bombarded with light and I shut them quickly. 'There's light, that's not right. I'm in a void of infinite blackness that sucks away at my very will to live. It must be a dream.' I tell myself as I try to return to rest, but the ground under my fingers feels damp and cool and...real, I realize. I open my eyes to the blinding light and slowly let them adjust. When I can see I look around, without sitting up, that I'm in a cavern and crystals twinkle above me. The source of the light was slivers of moonlight through cracks in the ceiling and were actually quite dim now that I could see properly.
I access myself, no outward wounds just sore muscles, then I try and remember what had happened to me. I only remember blackness and empty air. 'Where am I?' I query unto myself. Everything looks familiar but feels foreign.
"What does this mean?" A soft female voice whispers to my left.
"I...don't know." Retorts a low male tenor from the same direction.
"You're sure it's her?" The woman asks again of the man. He must have replied in a nonverbal way because the next thing I heard was the woman again, "B...But how?" It sounded like a rhetorical question, and it must have been for the man didn't answer. I shifted, closing my eyes so that it appeared that I was resting, and turned toward the voices. That was then that I realized I was covered by something with a little weight. The aroma of cinnamon and magic wafted off the clothes and planted that this wasn't a dream. Dreams didn't have smells, only memories did and this is not something I experienced before the blackness.
I heard footfalls nearing my location before feeling the tingle of magic cocoon my body and lift me into the air. I floated for a few seconds before the sensation of movement pitched me forward. I tried to move, to get away, but found it to be impossible as I was. My body lacked nourishment and energy, all I could do was blink and watch two figures walk in front of me, the male held his had out and it was his magic binding me to their pace.
I examined the other one first, the woman, and noticed that she was familiar to me. The horns curling out of the top of her head and the purple robes that fell over her body could not be mistaken, even after who knows how long of darkness. She was Toriel, my Mother. Tears welled in my eyes and spilled over, rolling down my forehead and into my hair that hung loosely below me. Silently the tears rolled freely as I looked at the other, shorter, form. The smooth surface of his skull dimly reflected the light of the crystals above and the white of his t-shirt bounced the light back brightly as well. 'Where is his jacket?' I asked myself before realizing that that was what donned my body at the moment.
"I don't want bro knowing about this, yet. I'm not sure if it's really her or something else. If it is something else, I don't want Paps getting excited over nothing." The sad tone in Sans' voice made my heart ache and I wanted to say that it really was me, that I'm here and I'm back. However my voice wouldn't do as I commanded and I remain silent in my captivity. This captivity I didn't mind, at least there was light and I wasn't alone!
"Ahh...Yes, I agree. I'll keep this secret until you are sure. But make sure I'm updated." Toriel paused and glanced back at me, seeing my eyes open she stopped and stared. Eyes wide she stepped forward, lifting a paw and stopping short of my cheek.
"Don't." Sans said to Toriel, and she dropped her paw.
"You're right, she might be...not herself." Toriel said, pained expression crossing her face and she turned away from me. My eyes welled with unwanted tears, where the water came from I knew not for I had a tremendous need to drink something, anything.
The remainder of the journey was silent and uneventful and only when we reached a familiar door surrounded by four sets of luminescent mushrooms did we stop. Sans set me on the ground, gently to my surprise, and set to unlocking the door by pressing the mushrooms on and off in a series of what appeared to be a randomized sequence. "How do you know that?" Toriel asked and Sans replied with a silent shrug. The door swung open and revealed a small stone room with a door off to the side. Sans brought me into the room and set me down against a wall. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a bag, supposedly hiding it in his rib-cage, and opened it. The contents held a bottle of water and a plain grilled cheese sandwich cut into four individual pieces. He set them next to me before walking out of the room and shutting the entrance.
Again I was locked away in darkness and I began to panic, had this all been a vivid dream after all? Was I going to go to sleep only to wake up again inside my prison, the bars being the ever present darkness that threatened to crush me each moment I breathed. Only a few seconds had passed before the glowing mushrooms that hid the code lit the inside of this room as well, bringing light to a dark place and dispelling the fear of the darkness from my mind. Able to breathe and get my bearings again I looked down at the water and sandwich, feeling starvation wrenching my gut and the need for food thrusting my hand out and tearing open the plastic container. Before I could blink I had engulfed the first corner of bread and cheese, feeling it hit the hollow pit of my stomach. I downed the last three bits before practically ripping the cap off the water and drinking the clean, cool liquid. With my some food inside of me and water sloshing around in my stomach I looked around, for the first time looking at the walls of my cage.
Small chalk pictures lined parts of the wall, depicting two adult goat monsters with smiles, a smaller goat monster holding hands with a human and smiling. That image sparked a memory to surface, one I had thought long since gone. A goat boy encircle me in his arms, holding me close and crying into my shoulder. Asriel apologized repeatedly to me, saying he was sorry for trying to take my soul. He didn't have long to remain as he was and wanted me to know that no matter what I need to stay determined and be myself.
The irony of that memory hit me, determination was good, sure. But who was I? I spent a long time shut off from the world, not growing and not finding out who I should be. How would I know?