FRISK LV 3 1:29
The reset wasn't the worst case scenario, but the voice called out again. Stronger, making her right leg twitch almost uncontrollably for a few seconds. Why was that happening again? Could Sans tell?
Backpack. No spider goods, because she had stored them. One nice cream. One pie, spaghetti dust. A ball of melted monster candy. A tough glove and a pair of headphones. She really wanted to get rid of the headphones, but to do so would have been an insult to Napstablook.
She reengaged with the Dogi. Despite identifying hersmellf as a friend, they insisted that she smelled too dangerous not to fight. She decided to dodge their axes with low somersaults that left her muddy and covered in slush. Again she went in for a pet, not expecting much, but Dogamy eased under her hand. That left Dogaressa, but she was now on the warpath.
Only a tactical pet dissolved the situation. Frisk hoped she wouldn't need to fight them again.
A puzzle made of two X's greeted her. It was easy to turn them all into O's, but the second set of such letters was not. Papyrus kept offering to trigger a secret switch to help, but Frisk was adamant. Her memory was scattered at first, taking her along seemingly unrelated directions until she fizzled it out. She stepped over the deactivated spikes.
There was another x and o puzzle, which earned a groan from Frisk, and she grudgingly stepped on the ice to complete it.
The ground cracked!
She fell a mercifully short distance into a soft snow bank. Two statues greeted her: a buff Papyrus and a lumpy effigy of Sans.
Another trip through the ice field left her back where she started. After maneuvering through the course four times, she slid perfectly into all of the Xs and unlocked the passageway. It was closely enclosed by twiggy trees.
She slid straight through, tripping over her own feet and skidding to a halt at the end of the runway. Something was on her head.
She brushed away ice and continued eastwards. There was a passageway south...
Actually, she decided not to skip it. She passed a cliff full of large, dark caverns gaping from the side like toothy mouths. Nobody else greeted her.
A doorway sat at end of the path, and to the distance, she could make out the faint light of a settlement. Somebody was lighting a lantern and... Dancing?
She was so tired already from her walk through the biting cold. This little spot was perfect for a break, maybe even a nap.
She entered. Flickering lights caught her eye, and she caught one in her hand. It squealed. She let it fall, and it flitted around into motion again.
The cavern was musty, but warm enough compared to outside that little grasses and mushrooms were sprouting. Out of fear that they were poisonous, she let them be.
"That door's locked," the mysterious voice told her. "You have to miss all of the names to enter."
Her leg was twitching again.
Maybe that was because she was tired? She took a seat on a relatively dry section of floor and shut her eyes.
~.~.~.~
A/N
You recall that you are in an igloo with a dog. The dog is bundled in blankets and typing up a storm on its phone, but you are more in awe of the fact it can speak.
"So... You write these stories?"
"Yes," the dog replies. It looks very fuzzy.
"That's nifty," you say, lamely. Of course it is nifty, everyone knows that.
"But do you take breaks?"
"...Too many..." The dog began dozing off.
"You could apologize to your followers for the upcoming hiatus, you know."
The dog just shakes its head. Flecks of melted snow splash on your face. It is now sound asleep.