Left foot, right foot, stickiness on the hands and goo dropping from above. Those conditions were less than convenient for a race. Plus, Frisk did not have a natural talent for climbing up, even less down. She wanted to hesitate, take her time to think about her next move, but clearly, she was in a hurry. She had slowed down only once in her race, and the spider's beast had taken that opportunity to cut off part of her hair. It was pitch black down where she was headed, which did not make her task easier.
And then, the girl's hands and feet slipped, as she had feared most. She fell down and down into the abyss. She tried grasping the webs around her, but each time she missed. Her left leg encountered a solid obstacle and she went spiraling down, unable to balance her fall or to tell above from below. However, she could easily and clearly hear the beast shout into the distance, accompanied by the sound of its accelerated fury.
It felt as if she had enter an endless well of blindness, however everything reaches an end, even the lowest pit of hell. The girl saw said end approaching, the ground becoming clearer and more visible within seconds. There were few crystals on it; they irradiated a dim purple light.
Before she could crush her skull on its surface, though, she felt something warm grab her leg. It stopped her fall and her face stopped a few inches before hitting the ground. She lifted her head in order to see what had stopped her; and saw to her horror a strand of spider web connecting her to the foul beast up above. The latter was approaching slowly now, clicking its mandibles in excitement. Frisk had nothing to free herself.
Until she spotted a nearby crystal.
Its edge seemed sharp enough to cut through the web. It was, however, out of reach of her short arms. The girl cursed them and started to move her body in such a way that if she gave it enough force, she could balance herself towards it.
One swing forward, one backwards. Forwards, backwards. Forwards, backwards, forwards…
Got it.
She grabbed onto it firmly and pulled in order to take it out of the ground. A piece of it broke and stayed in her hand. It wasn't so big, but it would do.
She lifted her upper body towards the web sticking her leg to the monster, which, for the record, was uncomfortably close. She swiftly cut through the white goo with the crystal and fell on the ground. The beast screeched as it let itself fall in her direction. The girl rolled over and braced for the incoming enemy.
The shockwave propelled her away and her frail body hit a rocky wall. She crawled away quickly before finding a way back on her legs. Still holding onto her crystal, she ran around the web infested cave and spotted a tunnel filled with crystals and purple lighting. It must have been the exit, no?
The groaning beast didn't leave her much time to think. She rushed for it and entered it swiftly. Behind, the creature stopped, for its massive body could not fit within the passage way. As the girl made her way out of the Parlor, she heard, coming from afar, a giggly voice shouting:
-"Come back anytime!"
As hell she would.
But alas, she was out, and away from Sans.
That traitor.
She thought. Or at least maybe she did. Did she? Anyways, he was now out of the picture, and so she would travel alone in those depths.
The tunnel was long and covered in crystals. However, as she advanced, the girl noticed they were more scattered and less present. The reason for this, she would soon find out, was the presence of a strong and ferocious light at the exit; she came out the tunnel to see the greatest wonder of this underground.
A massive building was erected at the center of a gigantic cavern. Almost every wall was covered in lavafalls. The temperature was unbearable, but survivable. The building was full of activity; turbines were plunged in the lava, creating some sort of power nourishing it, monsters in lab coats or armor walked in and out. Employees, she deduced. And to the roof climbed up huge cables, which seemed to bring electricity up to the surface.
There.
Her mentor said.
This is it; our final destination.