The girl made her way down the snowy path, not bothering to look behind her. She only cared about putting as much distance as she could between her and the perverted skeleton. To think he would go as far as to lick her neck, even though he was adamant they were enemies. It was.. bizarre to say the least.

She passed by the landscape quickly, not wanting to dawdle any longer. As she made her way through the snow, she ran into a few snowdrakes and ice caps, but thankfully she was able to flee with relatively minor injuries. The fact that her soul was being constantly drawn out into the open made her feel dizzy and nauseous. Pushing past her newfound sickness, she kept moving until she came across a strange looking snowy path. There was another one of those strange posts and she could faintly hear the sound of snoring coming from the little stand. She moved quietly and slowly, trying her best to avoid the shack all together. The creature gave an audible sniff, before letting out a low growl. The girl stiffened and waited for something to happen, but the thing, which she finally realized was dog, only twitched it's ear and growled before settling down once more. Deciding now was safe, she started into a light jog.

Boy did she regret that!

After only a moment of her run, she heard the soft thud of paws on the snow and felt something slam roughly into her back, pinning her beneath it's massive form. The dog gave a loud snapping of its jaws, close to her ear and a deep voice echoed throughout the silence, "Blood...fresh..."

She gasped softly and pleaded for help. She struggled to free herself from the dog's form, but it only dug it's nails harder into her back and bit the back of her neck drawing more blood. Looking around for something, anything that could be useful, she took in the stick lying just a few feet from her. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, there was nothing that could be done now. If she didn't act then she would be killed. Steeling her resolve, she waited for the perfect opportunity.

When the creature let go of her neck to howl into the sky, she thrust a hand outward and gripped the stick firmly. By the time the dog knew what had happened, he was rolled off of her back roughly and found himself smashed in the face, blow after blow. Tears streamed down Frisk's cheeks, her hands shook, and her sobs rung throughout the silence. Time seemed to freeze, there was only her and the dog, who she could not stop hitting. Even as he lay there limp and unmoving, she didn't let up, fear driving her actions. Only when a vine wrapped around her wrist, stilling her movements, did she finally come back to reality. Looking down, she noticed her flower companion quivering slightly and gazing at her in a silent plea. Dropping the stick, she clung to the flower and sobbed softly.

He didn't say much, but he hugged back with his little leaves. Carefully, he wrapped a vine around her neck to quell the blood flow from her mangled flesh. The two were in shock after what had just happened, but with his gentle encouragement, Frisk gathered her stick and they set off back down the trail. Even Gaster was trying to soothe the frazzled girl, but she merely left the scene with a hollow look in her eyes. The weight of her actions residing in her thoughts.

Nevertheless, they pressed on and found that they were led to a strange clearing that was mostly ice with a bit of snow at the end and beginning of the clearing. There was no movement, not even snow flurries. The whole place gave her a bad feeling.

Taking a moment to assess the area, she could feel a cold stare on her back. She gave the slightest shiver, but decided that something wasn't quite right about the snow in front of her. Picking up her stick, she tossed the wood out in front of her. Upon the stick's touch, the field crackled with energy, scorching the wood in the process. Nothing remained but ash. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she gathered as much snow in her hand as possible before tossing it at the field, testing which areas were running with electrical currents. Soon enough she had a path littered with snow, indicating the safe way to travel. The girl moved onward much slower now that she didn't have her support, and also for the fact that she didn't want to be fried.

After a few grueling minutes of fearful walking, they managed to reach the other side of the clearing. She turned around and stuck her tongue out to the invisible gaze and motioned for whatever it was to suck it. She knew it was childish, but damn it she was proud to have survived.

The pair kept walking, Flowey more prevalent in their adventures after being squished near death. He would help her in the upcoming battles with the snow monsters, buying her enough time to flee to safety. They continued on in relative silence, solving the next set of puzzles. They only stopped at the sight of a table with a frozen plate of spaghetti and a tiny mouse hole on the side of the cliff they walked beside. It filled her with determination.

After taking a moment to rest and recuperate, they moved onward, hurrying to make it to the city. It was only when they ran across a pair of snarling dogs did they finally reach their breaking point. Frisk was worn out from the heavy traveling and the constant strain on her body. Flowey was nearly depleted of magic since he had been staving off their monster attackers. The two did their best to dodge the attacks of the paired dogs, but luck was running out. They were tiring quickly, Flowey's vines no longer as powerful nor as fast, and Frisk's movements became sluggish at best. The dogs advanced in a tangle of limbs, moving so quick that they were almost a blur. Jaws snapped at flesh, snarls echoed amongst the cliffside, and grunts of pain were abundant. When a particularly hard bite managed to crunch through the bone of her forearm, Frisk fell to the ground in pain and shock. The dogs shook the limb violently before tossing her shaky form a few feet away. Her vision was getting blurry, everything shifting in and out of focus. Flowey was screaming at her to get up, to run away, but they fell on deaf ears. The last thing she saw was a large black hoodie jump in front of her before she blacked out.