All that was visible in the darkness were two red silhouettes.
There was a sound somewhere, almost like a cry, but nobody heard it. Nobody could hear it. One of the red silhouettes reached out to the other, trying to grab its arm, trying to motion with its hands, but went ignored. The other stood and stared at something the other could not see.
White lights, some near and some distant. They wondered why the other could not see them. Didn't realize that within them, too, was a small white light. That the brighter it glowed, the darker their red outline became.
Two forgotten children stood alone in the dark, and neither of them understood how they'd gotten here. Here, in the dark, and here, to this point in their lives.
And then the world came back.
But things seemed different now.
Instead of the room they'd been in before, they were back in the ruins. Back in the whole. There was no pain in their body, and they were just… confused, for the most part. And where Chara had been standing beside them previously, in ghostly form, Frisk now realized… they were alone?
They'd been in the void… Chara was… talking about killing monsters... and then…?
They waited a while to see if Chara would appear. If anybody would explain how they'd ended up back at the beginning of the underground when they'd been so close to the end. But nobody came.
They were tired, but decided to move.
And very soon they realized something was wrong.