Summary:

Frisk awakes under her hiding spot at the abandoned sentry. The Royal Guard roams these woods will Frisk be able to make it out in one piece or will she once again be stuck in an endless death loop?

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Welcome to the Underworld
{Log 2: Snowdin

Entry 3: A Slip Up}

Frisk had been drifting for quite some time within dreamland. It was a strange one to be sure as she just sat in a pool of golden light surrounded but a familiar flower. They were everywhere that the eye could possibly see. Did she die permanently this time? Would she finally be able to gain some peace from the spiteful and cruel world that she knew? No answers were given as she sat quietly within the mysterious ethereal rays washing down upon her. Their soft petals were warm to the touch like mini suns that one could hold within the palm of their hand. There was something about his place that was otherworldly and serene. She was not sure that she wanted to leave its peaceful embrace. This truly must have been Nirvana as she lay upon the bed of sunshine gleaming flowers. The azure sky overhead stretched onward with white clouds like cotton candy spun into puffs. It was beautiful. A place that was untouched by the horrors of reality. A safe place within her that she could rest peacefully without fear or anxiety. Her eyes began to feel heavy as she stretched letting her head fall to the side. Her eyelids weary from her journey were unable to remain open before she heard a voice from afar. At first it was in the distance but it not only grew in volume but also grew and drew closer. Frisk Frisk Frisk Frisk Frisk Frisk Frisk Frisk Frisk FRISK !

Her eyes fluttered open to see a face that she did not want to see or expect to see in her dreams. His skeletal face was twisted in concern and panic? He shouted his pet name for her his voice dripping with a plea. That's when she was startled awake enough to smack her head forcefully on the counter of the abandoned sentry. Its wooden counter and walls were littered with vicious claw marks and splintered boards. This was something that she did not pay attention too of course due to the fuzziness of pain that was beginning to set into her skull. All she wanted to do was continue her journey as terrifying as the path may be. All the color she had once enjoyed was once again a bleak snowy landscape. She was back to reality if one could even accept that which she lived as reality anyway. Before she had so brutally whacked her head, heart racing, and limbs shaking she noticed something about the scene in which her mind had conjured. She remembered his face shrouded with an expression of heartbreak.

That was not like him at all. What a joke. Now her dreams were failing in their goal to give her respite. Why in the Underworld would she be seeing his skeletal mug in the first place? The longer she had looked at him with weary eyes the more she saw something she had never seen before, tears? What in the tap dancing flying universe was going on? He reached out to her but she couldn't seem to move her body any longer. He was looking at her as if she was dying in front of him all amongst a sea of golden petals. He would know he killed her more times then she could count but he looked as if his entire world had shattered when that one nickname passed his mouth. Yeah right. What a laughing stock. Why was it him in the first place. Why had she not dreamed about her flower friend? The one that actually cared for her. She wanted to laugh but settled for rubbing her now throbbing head.

Frisk could have sworn that she now probably had some kind of indent in her head after a hit like that. She should have been more concerned that it made a loud enough noise to alert anyone within distance that someone was hiding under the sentry. She was still in the same place she had drifted off so that was a good sign. She had not been spotted and killed while she rested just as she was afraid of prior to her jarring. Her hands came up to dig the palms into her eyes. She could not get the image that was burned into the backs of her eyelids out. The face he made. The heartbreak and anguish. Why would he have looked at her that way? It was driving her crazy. He was a terrifying golden toothed walking talking skeleton with a horrible temper and eyes that glowed a red that reminded her of her own spilled blood. She could not say that she hated the skeleton but she sure was scared enough of him. She shook her aching cranium from side to side rapidly in order to break her train of thought. She did not want to think about it anymore. EVER.

Her jumbled thoughts coalesced back to the mission at hand. She needed to make her way out of this seemingly never-ending sea of impossibly tall trees. The elder of the two brothers had offhandedly mentioned a bar and that usually meant that there had to be some sort of town nearby. No doubt the town the two lived. The name of said town, however, eluded her grasp. She had to admit to herself that a town would have been a nice place to stop by but with monsters wanting her head all the time it was also nerve-wracking. Not to mention there was one monster in this entire Underworld that could magically teleport at will and remember every little nuance if she perished. The very thought was a none too pleasant one but she pushed the shark-toothed grin that haunted her deep down into her subconscious. She half wanted to grab the jerk by the collar herself but that was highly ill-advised.

Her hands reached for the remnants of an already rather splintered wooden counter. A splinter from a wood chip would feel like a tickle at this point after the abysmal infinite suffering she had just been through. She was not even sure if time was of relevance sure. It was the next day from what she assumed but to her, it had been stars knows how long. How long had she actually spent trying to get by Sans? She would never be able to answer. She brushed a section of her auburn bangs out of the way before peering cautiously over the edge of the counter. She half expected a sentry to put a weapon through her face, stars when did she start to think so morbidly. There was nothing to be seen from her little vantage point save for the almost winter wonderland landscape of the woods. Frisk could not prove it but she imagined it might have been a scene that you might put on an old-fashioned Christmas card. The scent of evergreen and freshly fallen snow surrounded her as she leaned to peer out into the chilling air. The condensation of her breath formed cloud-like smoke as she breathed with nervous energy still there was no one coming to shish kabob her.

It was a shame really that the more she thought about it the more she found the place rather charming. She knew she had to continue but the story that Toriel had told her about the monsters was one that had stuck with her even after the events that had transpired within The Ruins. They had not always been so menacing, brutal, and cruel. It was a society built upon fear and retaliation. She condoned such a way of life but she also to some degree understood it. They just wanted to be free after the suffering that had been inflicted on them by humanity. On the opposite side of the coin, humans were fearful of the monsters that lurked in the dark going as far as to make them into the boogeyman and other scary works of fiction. If you would have told the young lady of this journey that she would be encountering talking flowers, skeletons, and goats she might not believe such tall tales either but here she was.

Frisk's reverie passed as she took one final look on both sides of her sentry hiding spot. The coast was completely clear though she had this bone-chilling feeling that would not always be the case. If she had learned anything about her short time falling into this world it was that nothing was as it appeared. She just would have to make more educated and clear judgments on the inhabitants of the Underworld. Not that she enjoyed judging people but at this point, it was a necessary survival tactic, with her hands already positioned on the wooden surface she hoisted herself up onto the counter. Her legs swung over the side to dangle outward toward the forest that lay in wait. She knew that she would have to pass that one sentry once again in order to progress the one with the dog like guard. It had not been much of an obstacle however she felt as though the last time she had gotten lucky on her encounter.

Her eyes slid closed as she gingerly pushed herself off of the counter to hear the satisfying crunch of her boots make contact with the snow below she made another look from side to side to make sure her journey would not be impeded by some ever lurking danger and she was on her way. The sentry did not take long for it to rise up in her line of sight. The two had not been that far away after all hence the over caution. The sentry was like the rest though there was a shiny silver bell to the right side of the counter. There was no way she was hitting that button. She once again noticed the poster of the lanky skeleton in full armor that looked rather wicked in its design. Who needed a weapon when your armor could legitimately do the maiming for you? She paused to hear a scuffle seeing a canine-shaped head begin to sniff at the air. All she could do was remain perfectly still.

The anthropomorphic guard made his way out from behind the station its nose frantically sniffing about trying to identify the unknown entity in front of him. She was able to get a better look at him this time. At first, she thought he was a wolf but he resembled more of a husky than a lupine. It's one amber eye flecked with citrine and milky blue eye stared down at her his nose positioned nearly inches from her face. She continued to remain still as if she had been frozen in a block of ice.

It stayed in the same stance as he unsuspectingly loomed over the girl. Since she had nothing to do but pray for her life to continue Frisk examined the sentry more clearly. He had two pointed ears on the top of his head and his markings were a deep blue color that started at his neck and extended down to the bridge of his nose. On the right side of his face, one of his pale eyes sat from a set of claw-like scars. His left ear also had some metal sticking out of it only implying some kind of rudimentary piercings. A bog biscuit was clasped between two mighty sharp fang-filled jaws. The end of the threat seemed to be smoldering along the bone-shaped treat causing it to glow in bright yellows and oranges. He appeared to be smoking that was evident from the cloud of smoke that caused her eyes to sting a small amount when he blew the offending air into her face. Just above his eyes were two cream eyebrow like markings. He was so fluffy that Frisk had to quell her urge to reach her hand out and pat the dog. She was interrupted by the gruff voice that bore its sparkling white canines at her, those could tear her to pieces, "I know you are there you can't hide from Doggo. I can smell you...identify yourself." She could smell the aroma of burnt dog treat on his breath as he spoke.

The tattered sunburnt orange bandana around his neck was now close enough to nearly touch her nose. If she moved she would be a goner and this guard did not look like the mercy type. He had some visible scarring not only at his eye but also peeking from the wrappings below his ribcage and under his spiked armor epaulets. He also wore a silver collar whose metal spikes gleamed menacingly just above her. She was interrupted from her observations only to hear an irritated growl above her followed by a snort that caused the hair on the top of her head to sway from the warm breath. Doggo slowly retreated as his grip on his knife grew in strength. He was clearly frustrated by the predicament. He was not blind as she could see but it would appear that the sign from before had essentially given her a hint to pass the canine sentry, beware of dog...sit...stay.

Another huff escaped the anthropomorphic husky's maw before turning his back to her and returning to his post. Her heart must have been racing because she felt as though her lungs had been constricted. She had been so close to another potential death. One false move and she would have to start all over again. Doggo had slipped back behind the counter only to take a seat in the chair that was provided and fold his arms over his chest. After a while, his eyes slipped closed the smoking dog treat hanging limply from his mouth. Now was her chance to slip by him. She slowly tiptoed her way past the station making sure to keep her eye on Doggo. His ears twitched once or twice but she was able to make it past without alerting him. It was time to move forward.

As she continued down the snowy path she took the moment to let her eyes fall closed just taking in the smells and sounds around her. It was not like that of a normal forest as there were no wildlife noises making a clatter as background noise but it was oddly peaceful. The scent of freshly fallen snow and pine drifted around her and a gentle breeze would at times give her a small chill. When she opened her eyes once more she peered into the distance to see yet another sign. The pathway opened up into a clearing surrounded by evergreens. There were only two directions in which she would be able to travel. The first was off to her left that went down a straight path. There was not much that she could see that may lie ahead. The second option was directly in front of her where a broken pathway snaked its way winding into yet another clearing from what she was able to see.

Frisk was worried about the potential of discovery in an open clearing but she had no other options. She could not just slink around in the shadows of trees for the entire time. She took a few steps forward toward the sign that she had seen earlier. It was a standard wooden plank nailed to a wooden post. Instead of the writing being painted onto its grained surface it appeared to be carved with a blade of some kind. One more step and she lost control. She did not expect the ground to suddenly transform into an ice rink as the treads on the bottom of her boots failed in gripping the slippery surface. Her legs shot out behind her as she ended up sliding toward the sign on her stomach. Her already sore head rammed into the post only to be greeted by a face full of snow, that had once been undisturbed, as it fell from its wooden perch. Now she was aching and cold. Her hands reached out to take a hold of the sign and on wobbly legs, she was able to right herself shaking the offending frozen water from her head. She could have sworn she heard a chuckle as she did so but as she listened for the noise again it never reasserted itself, creepy.

*You need to be more careful!

Frisk just rolled her eyes no duh she needed to be more careful. That slip-up, quite literally, was not really her fault considering the snowfall that had covered the already frozen ice beneath. If anything it could have been a trap but she highly doubted that was the case. Well, she was here now throbbing head and all. She had wanted to read what was on the sign that she had seen in the distance. The smile that she had on her face slowly changed into a thin line as she read.

*The sign reads: Caution slippery ice

Frisk felt her right eye twitch at the late warning only to place a hand on her forehead in disbelief. Who puts a caution sign after the danger!? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath with her arms outstretched toward the sign. She had to calm her understandable rage before she would have to slip and slide her way back to where she had tasked herself to go. All she could focus on currently was her aching skull. Her boot stepped gingerly onto the ice patch as she gained her balance. Another step and she slid a little away. There were a few instances in which Frisk ended up sliding and almost falling to the ice but she was finally able to make it back to stable ground after a rather time-consuming placement of footsteps. She did not want to go through that again.

She slowly made her way to her left this time taking the clear path that she had seen before. It was not that impressive to look at. It was the same evergreen snow-capped trees that flanked her as she strode onward. She still had to be alert to any potential dangers that might be lurking behind every tree but even that thought to her was a little excessive. The path opened up into a clearing with a snowman resting right in the middle. That was odd. It's smiling face watched her as she approached the snowy creation. She did not expect for something like this to be here but she presumed that maybe a child had built the smiling man made of snow? Either way, it took her mind off the clumsy induced migraine she was now forced to endure.

Frisk examined it for a moment. It was just like any snow sculpture a child would construct complete with coal eyes, buttons, and a mouth. A long orange carrot was used as a nose and twigs made for one of its arms. Unfortunately one had gone missing. It was rather cute. She decided just like the dummy that she had encountered in The Ruins that this snowman just may have a life of its own. Her hand came down to gently pat its head with a smile gracing her rosy lips. The scarf protected her neck from the harsh cold but what she wouldn't do for a pair of mittens. She had grown used to the cold alas she was not invulnerable to its effects. Frisk felt that she had to give the poor thing another arm in order to be complete nearly talking to herself in the process, "Don't worry Mr. Snowman I will find you another arm." She glanced around the area. Oddly enough there were no more trees in the clearing only an endless white blanket of snow. How big was this mountain anyway?

In an effort to fix her snowy friend she returned back to the path looking around trees in order to spot a possible candidate. She wove in and out of the natural barriers occasionally placing her hand on the rough bark to peer around corners. At last when she had made it about halfway through a thicket of pine trees where she found a few sticks. Her detour brought your back out of the little side forest carrying a bundle of sticks of various sizes and lengths within her arms. She returned to her snow pal and placed the grouping before him only for her to blink in confusion. There was now a second arm on her snowy friend. She had not been gone that long so how did this magically appear?

That was when she heard a voice speak up, "This is snow boring". It was coming from the direction of the snowman. It had not said anything before. Her eyes shone with curiosity at the voice she heard. It sounded young and perhaps a little timid in tone. Her line of sight went from the black coal stretched smile embedded in the snow to the corner of one of the constructed man of snow's wooden arms. There was something moving behind the snowman that she previously thought to be alive. She straightened her posture and slid her leg to the right only to make her way around the snowman. What she found behind it was a monster about the size of the two snow dodecahedrons that made up the main body of the snowman. It appeared as if this monster had been puppeteering Mr. Snowman the entire time she had returned.

The monster pulling the strings looked avian in appearance with pastel blue feathers all over its body. Its eyes shone an almost sickly yellow and the same coloration could be found on its beak, stomach, and legs. Its underbelly reminded her more of a reptile-like an alligator while its beak opened in surprise showing sharp white teeth. Upon its entire body, it had a frost like covering as if its body was one with the ice. Atop its head was a helm that resembled a snowflake and even had the frosty look of one. Its yellow eyes stared up at her wide-eyed little bird-like talons clicking on the pavement underneath the snow cover. It looked terrified as its pupils dilated at the very sight of her flapping its non aerodynamically born wings. The frost on its feathers dusting away in a flurry of flaps "P...please don't ice me human. I just can't alp myself..." The monster took a few steps back shaking with every movement.

Frisk watched the poor creature make its way further and further away from her. All she could do was gently shake her head and show the little monster her hands to show she was of no threat. It was fascinating the varied reactions just to her presence. It may have been due to what monsters had been told of humankind just as she had by her own. She did not approach the monster as she spoke gently, "No of course not I won't hurt you I promise." She kept her distance to keep the monster a little more comfortable, "What's your name?" She had that usual comforting and warm smile on face as she waited for a response.

The creature's beak opened a small amount before responding, "S...snowdrake its ice to meet you human, oh...uh Frisk." Frisk could not help but smile at the little drake like creature before chuckling, "You like snow and ice puns huh?" Her laughter caused Snowdrake to flaps its wings happily, "Did you like them? Do you think they are funny?" The little monster looked like it had never received a compliment in its entire life. It's joy just caused her smile to grow in size. It was refreshing to meet a monster that appeared to be genuinely happy. She had not seen much of this world but so far it was extraordinarily hostile, "Yes of course! It's something that brings joy to people. You know laughter is the best medicine." Snowdrake bowed its frost laden head "Mom would have said the same thing. Thanks, human, oh, here is something you might be able to use." Snowdrake pulled a stick with a single yellow and orange leaf from behind its back holding it out to her as an offering.

Frisk leaned down and took the stick gently from frosty feathery wings gratefully. She was still unsure if this monster standing before her was but a child but the way it reacted to the smallest of things made her assume as much. It looked happy enough that she had taken his little peace offering. It was comforting to know that not all the monsters seemed to have taken the kill or be killed mentality to heart. They were most likely victims of the ideology as well. She wanted to spend more time with the little monster but another flap of wings and he was running off onto the path beyond yelling something about a joke book.

*You obtained a stick… like that is going to do much in the way of defense

At this point Frisk just rolled her eyes at the voice within her head nothing could be as bad as dealing with Sans, could it? The skeleton clearly freaked her out. She still could not shake this feeling of being watched as she stood there alone in the open cold. Her arms came to wrap around herself shivering from the frigid temperature suddenly. She could have sworn she heard a distinctive 'tsk' noise sound from nearby. The sound drifted on the freezing wind before reaching her ears. She most certainly was being watched which made her gulp. It was time to move on.

*Good choice

She hastened her pace back to the start of the cautionless ice rink of a trap she had fallen for before. She was still a little salty about the useless sign and head trauma. She saw the silhouette of a certain snowdrake disappear around the corner as she continued her journey only to stop at a strange looking square of suspiciously cleared snow. She could only make out faint footprints, more like boot prints, that traversed the gap in a distinctive pattern. None of the snow surrounding the prints was touched. This had to be a clue that she should only walk along where she saw prints. Her instincts would be right about this trap as she slowly followed the fading steps. One by one she made precise steps forward until she came to a halt. A leaf from one of the nearby trees slowly fluttered down toward an unmarked part of the trap only to be gored by a spike that shot up from the snow. It stayed up glistening like some kind of sinister warning sign, stay on the path. After that sight, Frisk's legs were starting to grow weak. Her throat was starting to tighten as she stared at the potential device of her own execution.

Her mind wandered back to Snowdrake who she sincerely prayed was safe after all the things she had seen. A sweet little monster like that would not last long. Not that she was on to talk. She supposed he was building that snowman so he had to pass this area just fine. Maybe the monsters just knew how to get around such hazards. Her weak legs finally caused her to collapse on the safe side of the elusive death puzzle. How many more of these would she have to stress over before she actually made it to some habitable place? Her weary body made an effort to stand only stumbling a small amount in the process. She had made it past the trap now it was time to move forward.

A heavy sigh passed her pastel pink lips as she wrapped her arms around herself trying to gain some semblance of warmth. Even with her densely knit turtleneck she still felt that icy chill permeates through the fabric. Her eyes fell closed as she shivered. All she could do was press forward and hope that somehow and some way she wouldn't freeze to death. Her legs were on autopilot as she made her way to stand in front of a wooden bridge. She expected, like the rest of the architecture, that it would look rickety and unstable. That was the opposite of the nearly glowing wooden bridge that stood before her. At this point, she had crossed so many bridges that she just walked right over the woodwork without so much as a single hesitation. Nothing happened.

The rest of her journey was uneventful though there were some notable features that made for interesting commentary. As she made her way forward she came to a dead end. It was a ledge that housed two sentry stations both of which had carved images of dog heads on them. An odd detail to be sure but Frisk felt there was some kind of significance behind it. The same "motivational" poster, if you could call it that, glared at her from the opening of both stations. Papyrus sure was a scary looking monster, maybe even worse than his not to be spoken of, brother. There was no way that she wanted to end up in either of their clutches.

*A most severe and unpleasant thought

Another shudder from such a horrifying daymare. There was nothing notable about the two currently unattended stations as she returned back to the path. It led her downward toward what looked to be a 'T' shaped ice rink. Why was it there? Why was it in such a pattern? It baffled her. That is everything was beginning to baffle her as of late, again nothing to note that would require her attention. It was not long before she paused in her journey onward. A familiar feeling was pulling her. It was one of the stars again. Its golden light came into view in front of her as she proceeded to let the feeling guide her stepping on a piece of paper in the process. She snapped out of her trance when the sound of crumpling reached her ears.

The curiosity ate at her as she debated whether to give the paper any heed. Everything else except for perhaps the death trap from before held no purpose so why did she pause here? Thinking it might be wise to just check her surroundings she picked the paper up. Her face began to pale as she read what was written.

*It's a wanted poster. It reads: WANTED HUMAN- report to the Royal Guard immediately if sighted. Guards are to engage with deadly force.

A gulp escaped the poor girl as she continued to glance over the piece of paper. It was a wanted poster alright. A wanted poster for her and not just her capture but her execution. Why? What had she done that was warranting such brutality? A menacing picture of Papyrus stood out to her as she crumbled up the piece of paper angrily. Her nerves were shot, her body was sore, and now she had to be afraid of death around every corner. The monsters did not even give her the opportunity to explain herself. Her eyebrows were furrowed angrily before the look softened. She placed a freezing pale hand to her forehead and sighed in exhaustion. She was not going to give up but Sans older brother was not making this any easier.

She pocketed the crumpled scrap of paper in her back pocket before hearing a noise from behind her. Her motion of twirling around could not have been more perfectly timed as a blue dagger flew right past her face slicing her cheek in the process. The crimson liquid now slowly dripping down over the curve of her jaw as she stared at her attacker. The growl would have given it away but Frisk's blue eyes landed on Doggo anyway. Had he followed her since she passed his station? Did he feign sleep in order to pursue her? So many questions that really did not need to be answered swirled within her now panicked mind.

You encounter Doggo of the Royal Guard

Doggo- HP 70 ATK 13 DEF 7

Deceptively blind...smells like smoked dog biscuits

The world surrounding her began to drain of color. Not again. She was going to have to stand her ground in some way without combat. This was going to be difficult. Up till this point, she had either been spared by the monsters or some event stopped them from outright killing her. That is except for Sans which she didn't even want to think about right now. That feeling of being watched was still causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. The monochrome world stretched before her illuminating her canine adversary in a white glow. She most certainly did not want to fight him or anyone for that matter.

*Defend yourself…

Doggo is confirming a moving target

Frisk just stayed still only to get another magical blue dagger thrown exactly at her face. She had no choice she had to move. As she rolled to the side of the blade she ended up laying cold in the snow. A dagger that she had not anticipated had lodged itself into one of her legs causing her to painfully roll onto her back where an amber eye glowed above her. That smokey dog treat smell caused her to cough as the vicious muzzle rested on her face. He was going to tear her face off. She had to keep her nerves steady as they both appeared to have frozen as they looked back at each other, "You thought you could get past me mate?" She didn't respond as another growl erupted from the canine sentry now pinning her down. One of his blue daggers hovered in the air poised to attack. Only one of her hands was able to move and even then it would not do much good, "The Boss is going to be thrilled to see a human! He'll let me back into the Guard for sure if I bring you to em."

Doggo is suspicious of your movements

The revelation hit Frisk. Doggo was not going to kill her, not yet. He was going to drag her all the way back to Papyrus to show his superior of his skills. She gulped once more rather loudly before she was pulled up by the collar of her turtleneck sweater. All she felt was the icy blade at her throat and her soul still stuck outside of her physical form. The world had yet to revert but she had a feeling it would all go black soon. She was at a loss. She was going to die… again. She closed her eyes waiting for impending doom before she heard a rustle in the trees. The sound was not lost on her canine sentry as he raised his head sniffing the air with narrowed mismatched eyes. His attention turned back to Frisk who pet the dog on its head.

The action caused Doggo to freeze mid dagger swing and drop the blade as if he had been suddenly paralyzed. She continued to pet him as she seemed to relax more and more. What do you know that one fluke of a noise beyond the treeline had given her an opportunity to absentmindedly pet Doggo? The tactic appeared to be working as those eyes that were once ablaze with flame were now glazed over trying to remain open. The dog still liked to be pet, who knew? As she pets Doggo his tail began to wag and the black and white prison of combat that she had once been a victim of fell away slowly bringing the world back to her senses.

Doggo has been pet

You won!
You earned 0 EXP and - gold

After a few moments of consistent dog pets, Doggo pulled back scratching the back of his head a dog treat still hanging from his teeth. He looks off to the side continuing to glace at Frisk from time to time. He has his teeth gritted to the point that what was left of the smoking treat fell to the snow below with a crunch, "Human… you're alright mate you can't be all bad if you're alright with petting someone like me. I was going to drag you to Papyrus but ya wouldn't last a second." Doggo looks over the human still laying in the snow before reaching down to pick up one of his blue daggers, "Guess I could just say the human bested me. Between you and I mate, I am tired of always being bossed around. Yer not much of a threat."

Frisk was surprised that Doggo had given her a pass so easily but maybe all the monsters were bored of the same kind of life that they had been forced to live. It could be that he was tricking her into some sort of security but his tail was still swaying back and forth, "M...my name is Frisk." Doggo's eyes fell on her as she spoke up, "All you humans look the same to me but nice te meet you, Frisk." The more she encountered the monsters here the more she felt as though her task could be completed. That feeling of achieving a hopeless goal seemed to disappear entirely, "May I ask why you're letting me go aren't you afraid of Papyrus?" A chuckle escaped his scruffy maw as he pulled a dog treat from his back pocket and lit the top part of it. His two paw like fingers pulled the treat from his grinning mouth and held it between his finger as he spoke, "Papyrus may be our leader and he might be fearsome and brutal but he ain't like that all the time pup. You don't seem to be hurting anyone like everyone says humans are like so it doesn't bother me. Now that I think about it givin you to the Boss would not be a very good idea because mate I am not even part of the Guard anymore. If you think I was harsh on you pup you ain't seen anything."

Frisk shook her head before balling her one hand into a fist of determination. She was going to treat everyone with kindness and respect no matter what. The more this ideology was proven the stronger she felt. The more her DETERMINATION grew. If this were some kind of cheap stereotyped anime scene she would have had sparkles of resolve bursting and reforming next to her. Doggo raised an eyebrow as he stared at the strange girl in front of him before sticking his smoking treat in his mouth, "Be careful pup yer walkin on thin ice any of us could drag you to Papyrus." Frisk nodded in affirmation she already knew as much. The wanted poster from earlier made that perfectly clear.

Doggo didn't seem to have any more murderous intent against her. It would seem that pets made all the difference, "Pup including me there are 3 other sentries watch your tail yeah?". At least Doggo was giving her some advice that would be helpful for the rest of the journey. She seemed to make some kind of diplomatic monster and human strides. At least that is what went through her head. She pets Doggo one more time watching his fluffy tail sway back and forth before waving as she walked to the next area. She had made it to yet another glimmering shimmer of light that would reenergize her once more. That, however, was not what caught her attention. There was a table off to the side of where she was standing and upon it was a plate that looked to wrapped in tin foil. A pale red sticky note with writing that looked to be in a Papyrus font and a lot of exclamation points was stuck to the foil.

SANS YOU HAVE BEEN FAILING IN YOUR SENTRY DUTIES YET AGAIN! I WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH LAZINESS EAT SOMETHING SO THAT YOU NO LONGER FALL ASLEEP AT YOUR POST!

-Papyrus

Frisk just stared at the note for a second. It would seem that Papyrus really does care for his brother even if he does not say or show it properly as a brother would. What was under the foil she wondered. As she lifted the warm thin sheet of metal she could smell the cheese, the tomato sauce, and the herbs. It was so mouthwatering that she almost thought she caught herself drooling. It was a perfectly plated lasagna and still warm enough to eat. It had the presence of someone with a distinct culinary skill which she would have never thought Papyrus would possess. She was kind of hungry but this was for Sans. A little bite would not hurt, would it? There happened to be a fork on the plate as well. An actual meal for once? She did not know the last time she had actually eaten anything and it was clear that Sans had not eaten it either. She gently picked up the plate and sat down resting its warmth on her lap. The aroma caused her starving stomach to rumble as she removed the fork from its position next to the culinary marvel. She would only eat a little bit then save the rest for Sans, payback for killing her so many times.

Frisk sat happily as she cut through the pasta dish leaving a trail of delicious mozzarella cheese dangling off her fork. One bite and she was hooked. She stayed true to her word though as she took little bites painfully wanting to devour the entire plate. It was one of the most flavorful explosions of culinary bliss that her taste buds had ever given the opportunity to enjoy.

*The flavor is indescribable!

She was down to half of the dish from heaven when she cried a little on the inside for having to cover it back up again and placed it on the table. She was still hungry but at least that filled the spot enough that she no longer felt as though she was dragging lead blocks through the snowy forest. Last but not least she made her way over to the star. The injuries that she had sustained from Doggo glowed with a golden light before vanishing entirely. There was not a single scratch on her. She closed her eyes when the light became too bright.

*The small piece of homemade lasagna warms your freezing body and soul.

** {SAVE}**

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