I forgot to mention that last chapters Wolf thing is actually based off of an old Cherokee legend. And the other wolf thing (the monsters saying the wolf was running) is a reference to an amazing anime! You get a cookie if you can name it!
"Bwark!"
Frisk's heart leapt out of her throat as she jumped and twisted her body midair, landing half facing whatever beast awaited her.
Beast?
Dog beast?
It was a huge, snow white dog. He wore gray armor plates attached to each other by some sort of metal wiring, and carried a huge spear with a cute dog face on the pointed end and a worn shovel on the other end. His fitness extremely thick, sticking out in tufts in between The armor pieces.
The dogs fluffy tail swished back and forth as it barked again- a deep, bellowing sound.
Frisk took a shaking step back. Without thinking, she reached a trembling hand into her pocket and pulled out the dagger.
Something popped in her head. Does it mean harm? Or…
The dog sat there waiting, it's head tilted expectantly. It looked like a playful puppy.
Maybe… that's what he wants?
Frisk took a deep breath and tried to calm her shaking body as she called to it uncertainly.
"h-hey b-boy, do y-you want to play…?"
The dog let out a loud yip and leaped forward, nearly trampling Frisk as she stumbled away. Her grip tightened on the dagger, but she did not unsheathe it.
I guess that's a yes? What do I…
Frisk looked around her before grabbing a handful of snow, never taking her eyes off the dog. It was so close she could feel it's hot breath as it panted.
"okay….Okay, here… fetch?"
She threw the snowball, and to her surprise the dog bounded after it, it's weight shaking the ground. The snowball burst when it hit the ground, leaving the dog staring at the ground in a confused manner.
Oh no… Frisk felt her heart beat rocket. It's going to get mad now…
Frisk yelped when the dog looked at her. Then the dog shoved it's entire head into the snow and came bounding back over with a mouthful of snow.
Frisk stared as the dog spat the snow out in front of her, most of it now melted.
Oh.
The dog shoved it's head closer, waiting for something. It seemed uninterested in the snow now.
Does it want to be pet?
Frisk stretched her hand towards it hesitantly, then jerked it back when the dog sneezed.
The dog whined, looking disappointed.
Frisk reached her hand out again, and the dog stayed still until her hand met the top of its head.
The scratched behind its ear uncertainly, smiling and cringing at the same time as it panted with happiness, sending it's hot and smelly breath her way.
Frisk felt her heart beat slow as she continued running her hand through the dog's soft fur. The dog plopped to the ground and absorbed all of the petting with enthusiasm.
Frisk laughed as it rolled over onto its stomach, spear forgotten. She scratched at its belly, dropping her dagger in the snow.
Awww, he didn't mean harm. He's so gosh darn adorable! Awww I love puppies!
The dog rolled back onto its feet and without warning placed a long, slobber filled lick on her face. Frisk pulled away, still laughing as she tried to wipe the slimy spit off of her face.
The dog let out a contented bark and nuzzled her head before stomping off, grabbing it's spear along the way.
Frisk went into her bag and pulled out the faded ribbon to wipe her face with, feeling happier.
That puppy is much nicer than the other puppy! I like that puppy. She insisted on calling it puppy despite the fact it towered over her.
Frisk put her dagger in its proper place, feeling a twinge of guilt at the fact she even touched it during that exchange.
What if I used it? I could of hurt that dog when it only wanted to play… I need to be more careful. I can't listen to what Flowey says.
Frisk shook her head and kept walking along the path. She thought back to the shovel on the end of the dogs spear.
He must shovel this place. No wonder he's such a big guy. Poor puppy… I hope he gets a lot of attention.
Frisk spotted a familiar flash of red in the distance and sighed.
Here we go.
Frisk found herself actually looking forward to the next 'puzzle' more than she had anticipated she ever would. Papyrus's enthusiasm mixed with his brothers punny antics were like a charm. She still held her suspicions- particularly of Sans- but decided it couldn't hurt to play along. Not like she had much of a choice.
There was a very small bridge she had to cross, and Papyrus noticed her approach as she stepped across. The two skeleton brothers stood beside a rectangular looking machine with little cat or wolf ears on top. Cute. Wait, I have wolf ears…
"Human! There you are! You took much longer than I thought you would! What were you doing?!"
Frisk stopped right before a large square filled with little gray squares of differing value- it looked almost like mono-color game board.
"You looked pretty ruffled there puppo." His grin was a bit sharper, and his eyes went back to her pocket. She noticed his shoulders were tense. He looked threatening again.
Frisk scratched the back of her neck and looked down, trying to hide her unease. She couldn't stop her tail from lowering to her legs, however.
"I, uh…. Ran into a really big doggie… he was nice. I played with him a little. I'm sorry…"
Frisk looked back up, and realized Sans had relaxed again. Did he think she hurt the dog?
"Ahh, the Greater dog! Yes, he is very sweet… until he takes my bones, that is!" Papyrus yelled the last part, looking frustrated. Sans chuckled at that.
"heh, looks like he-"
"Sans, No!" Papyrus interrupted, slapping his hand over Sans's mouth.
"It is okay human! Anyways, I've got a brilliant new puzzle for you, designed by the one and only Doctor Alphys! I'm sure you'll love it!"
Frisk's ears perked up at the name. This was the second time this 'Doctor Alphys' was mentioned. Was she important?
"You see these tiles in front of me?" Papyrus asked. Frisk gave a tiny nod.
"Well, when I hit this switch, they will begin to change color! Each color serves a different function. Red tiles are Impassable. You cannot walk on them. Yellow tiles are electric. If you step on them, they will deliver a hearty shock! Green tiles are…"
Frisk tuned out as she tired to put together the previous information, feeling overwhelmed. She could of at least been warned?
When Frisk realized she had tuned out and probably shouldn't have, Papyrus was almost done.
"Finally, pink tiles! You can step on them as much as you like, they don't do anything."
Frisk felt a jolt of fear. What?
"How was That? Understand?"
Frisk was about to ask him to explain again, but decided against it. She felt so stupid making him explain again- and he probably didn't want to. She decided trial and error was the only way… the puzzles haven't been too dangerous so far.
"O-okay… I think I get it…" she lied in a small voice. Sans raised an eyebrow bone at her but said nothing.
"Okay human! That's good! Because here I GO!" Papyrus leaned over and turned a dial, and the puzzle sprung to life with a loud pop. The tiles rapidly changed color, like a dance floor having a seizure (lol). Frisk had to looked away due to the sudden brightness.
Soon the colors started to calm down, and eventually stopped to reveal the puzzle…
All the tiles were pink.
Everyone stared in silence at the pink tiles before Papyrus threw his arms in the air and literally spun out of the area.
What… just… happened… am I really that lucky?
The look Sans gave her combined with a knowing wink answered her question.
Frisk walked across the tiles cautiously and slowly, in case they changed again. She hurried once Sans walked over to the machine and put his hand over the knob in a smiling threat.
"Sans, no."
"Sans yes."
Frisk felt a twinge of relief as her feet met snow again.
Frisk glared at Sans with half a mind to curse at him, but his threatening image from before kept her from doing so.
"Hey, don't look at me like that puppo. If it weren't for me you would've been lying on those tiles in cardiac arrest because you can't handle puzzles."
"I can handle Puzzles! Just not puzzles with an X on them… or any puzzle that has the potential to cause serious injury, grotesque maiming, death or any other undesirable medical condition." Frisk felt stupid stating that.
"Suuuuure, you totally knew what to do. Anyways, I have a feeling I should walk this next part with you."
"…why?" Frisk had to hide relief. And confusion. Why was he so eager to walk some of the way with her but not the entire way? Did he know about the Greater dog? Did he plan on her meeting it?
"because your favorite puzzle is approaching and I wanna watch you bust a nut over it."
Frisk scowled. "I have no nuts to bust. I'm female."
Sans winked. "I don't know that for sure, now do I?"
"Its obvious!" Frisk argued.
"Ya never know. I've never seen in your pants, and I don't have any intention of doing so. So don't get your panties in a twist." Activate audible wink.
Frisk pinched the bridge of her nose and inhaled sharply.
"At least I'm not a gender-less child." She muttered.
"There's probably a separate universe where you are." Sans added.
"May the heavens help that poor individual."
Sans snorted and kicked some snow up with his slipper. "Yeah. For all I know you would be dating by brother while he wears some weird basketball shoulder pad things."
"Wait, what?"
"nothing." He said the word like a child caught with his hand in the cookie pot.
Frisk eyed Sans, waiting for him to lead the way. He stared at her with a seemingly blank look before turning and taking lead. Something about his gaze then seemed almost calculating, and it chilled her to the… never mind.
"So, you enjoying your lovely stay here in our humble abode called the underground?" Sans asked while puffing out his chest in an imitation of a fancy hotel waiter. Frisk rolled her eyes and suppressed a smile. Of all the people…
"I… dunno…" She answered, amusement fading. She had been too close to a heart attack too many times for comfort, but… She was learning so much. And she met Asgore, someone who really cared about her. Despite her firsthand experience and suspicions of Sans, she enjoyed him company. Papyrus was more than a little daft, but he had a special charm to him. Each monster was so… different, and she felt that even if she was down here for a hundred years she wouldn't get tired of them all.
She also felt telling Sans that she hated his home would be very rude. You don't just Walk- or fall- into a home of monsters and tell them their home sucks.
"hmmmm." Sans answered. He was looking straight ahead. Like he was in deep thought.
Frisk decided she wanted to ask about his... Threatening moments. Was he aware? Was it intentional?
just as she opened her mouth, hell approached in the distance.
Frisk let out a drawn out groan.
It was another X puzzle… but…
It was on ice.
She could hear Sans chuckling beside her.
"I'm not helping you."
Frisk looked back at him with the most betrayed look she could muster. As she was doing so, movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention.
She looked behind Sans, feeling a little more at ease than she would normally feel. If it was the Lesser or Greater dog, Sans could just tell them off.
But it wasn't.
All she saw was powder blue petals and a wide grin before the snow swallowed it up.
F-flowey?! Oh no… why is he?!
"hey, whatcha lookin at?" Sans looked behind himself, his grin faltering slightly. Frisk realized she must have looked pretty horrified to cause that.
"Oh, it's uh… nothing? Just a…snow?" She stammered, looking down. Her cheeks burned, yet unease wormed it's way into her stomach for the hundredth time that day.
Why is Flowey here? Is he with… no, it can't be… I don't want it to be… he must be following us…
"Ya' sure? You look pretty spooked… rattled to the bone, I'd say."
Frisk stood up, fixing her scarf.
"I say we… just hurry up… and go." She examined him carefully.
For a brief moment he looked behind himself again, fang peeking from his mouth.
"uh, okay Puppo. Pretty quick change in attitude there. Is that a norm for you?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and followed.
"…depends." Frisk answered tightly.
She heard Sans mutter something, but she couldn't make it out. She threw him a questioning glance before hurrying ahead. Getting away from the demon flower (she couldn't believe she would ever have to put those two words together) was more important than odd skeleton behavior.
She stopped in front of the ice. The tiles were arranged in the middle, and she knew she would have to find a way to slide across without touching them twice. Her tail was quivering with dread but her fear of the flower was more powerful.
Or, perhaps, she didn't want to face the fact she was a coward again.
She shook the thought out before taking a slow step onto the ice, testing it.
Sans moved up beside her.
"Its solid. I don't think Pap would be happy if he had to dive into Ice cold water to grab a probably frozen human."
"And a probably dead human." Frisk replied in a serious tone.
"hey, I'm sure a human ice cube would look cool. Faaaancy."
"…I'm going now." Frisk growled.
"Hey, m-" She pushed herself onto the ice before he could finish, her tail doing wonders to balance her. Her feet hit the switch, and it changed to an 0 with a click. Her heart thumped at the sound, but she couldn't stop to think on it. She hit the next switch, which was at the other side of the ice.
Her breath was puffing out In front of her. She looked around again before sliding back onto the ice, sliding to the other side.
She realized with a sudden jolt that the next tile was closer to the edge than it looked. She tried to slow down, but her feet only slipped and lid on the ice.
"Shit!" she cursed as she slid over the switch, throwing her arms out to try to keep from going over. She let out a shriek as it didn't work, and her body felt weightless as she went tumbling over.
The next moment she was hitting heavy snow, sinking into the white substance. The impact wasn't hard, but it brought the air from her lungs anyways. Her side throbbed. She was shaking.
Holy shit…. I thought I was going to die… I'm lucky this isn't far down… Frisk sighed, ignoring the snow going into her ears. The cold didn't burn as much as it did when she first came out of the ruins. Actually, it made her slightly sleepy.
She heard a muffled thump a little ways away. Followed by a few crunches.
"hey, puppo, you alive there?" Sans asked.
Frisk replied with a long moan into the snow. She didn't even look up.
"since I don't think dead things make sounds, I guess that means yes. You seemed to be in a hurry though."
"…" I hope Flowey didn't see that. I hope no one saw that. I wish Sans didn't see that.
There was awkward silence before she heard a shuffle of fabric. "Here."
Frisk gathered enough motivation to lift her head. Sans was offering her his hand.
Again? Again.
Frisk's mind went back to the first time he offered to help her up, and how rude she acted. She hesitated before accepting out of guilt (and the fact her side started hurting from the fall).
She was surprised to find he felt warmer than she had expected. Against the cold, it felt like fire. He flinched as her hand touched his. Her hand also looked tiny compared to his. Was his hand big of her hand small?
She could feel strength in his arm as he helped her up, but his touch was unusually gentle. It was odd. She turned to fix her bag.
"I'm surprised you didn't snap my hand off, snap pea. That'd be a Boneafide disaster. Heh, I like that nickname."
"I don't get it, but I feel like going back on the ground is better for my mental state."
Sans pointed behind her. "Hey, if you wanna spend time with them, that's ok."
Frisk looked behind herself- rather frightened- before seeing what Sans was referring to.
"Is that a… Snow Papyrus?" it looked like Papyrus, except with muscles and sunglasses and made of snow. Beside it was a mound of snow with the word "Sans" written on it in what looked like red marker or ketchup.
After noticing this lump, Frisk turned to give Sans a look.
Sans shrugged. "hey, don't judge my Skull-ture."
"How do we get back up." With no puns included.
"We go up here. Follow me." Sans put his hands back in his pocket before walking towards an upward path.
Frisk followed, examining her hand. It still felt warm and tingly. Magic? That must be why he was so warm. Skeletons usually aren't warm.
The path led wound back up to the ice puzzle. Sans followed her up to the edge.
"Hey, how about you go the way you went before and I'll go the other way? It'll make things simpler. I wanna go home and nap." He finished his sentence with a yawn that made his fangs look much more threatening.
Frisk took a slight step over.
"I-if you want... I thought you said you weren't helping me."
"I don't remember that." Sans replied in a sing-song voice. Frisk huffed good naturedly.
Guess he wants to go home and I want to… get away from Flowey. I'm not complaining.
Frisk slid across the ice the same way she went before, this time with much less force. The clicks of the tiles still sent waves of uneasiness through her, but she had figured out they wouldn't hurt her.
They were just like the skeleton brothers. Scary at first, but after awhile non-threatening.
For the most part, anyways.
Sans seemed bent on being friends with her, and she honestly didn't want to fight anymore. He had an atmosphere around him that lightened her mood. No matter how infuriating his puns were, anyways.
After she hit the two switches, she slid back to the start and slid down the middle, hitting the last two tiles and the gray switch that would open up the spikes on the other side. It worked, and she could now proceed.
To her dismay, Sans didn't make any move to go forward. He looked slightly stressed, or perhaps it was in her head.
"I've got something I need to do real quick. Beyond here is a bridge, and then past there is Snowdin town. But I think my brother is waiting for you. I don't know what he'll do now. But he doesn't mean any harm. Just in case, if his attack is blue, hold still. Got it?"
"wait, what?! Why aren't you…" she trailed off. Did he mean Papyrus was going to attack her?
Sans turned around and raised his hand in a farewell.
"hey, don't sweat it. Just do what you've been doing all this time. It's been working, right? You've got a knack for it, snap pea." With that, the skeleton left.
Frisk stared after him.
What am I supposed to do!? Fight his brother? Do what I've been doing… wait, that means not fight, right? But how does he know that?
Frisk adjusted her bag and took a deep breath.
Okay, I need to go on. Maybe I can convince him not to fight. Sans did say he doesn't want to hurt me. I promised Asgore. I can't give in now.
Frisk looked up, feeling shaky determination slowly building in the core of her being, her soul. This was the path she was on. She made a promise- and she wasn't going to let a possessed flower or friendly skeleton break it. No matter how frightening.
Frisk took her time going ahead now. Walking slowly. Taking in the scenery. Anything to make to trek to a possible fight take longer.
It was because of this she noticed what seemed to be antlers sticking out from behind a fallen tree to her far right. They swayed back and forth slightly, and were covered in red pipe cleaners.
Frisk froze in her tracks, one arm outstretched. She felt a slight quivering in her chest and tail, and excitement she couldn't describe. But at the same time she was curious and afraid. It looked like it might be stuck, the way it was moving…
Frisk took careful steps towards it, placing one foot in front of the other in a delicate manner she hadn't had before. She found it odd, these new feelings. Why had to she felt like this before when viewing deer or other creatures with antlers? Maybe because It was a monster?
As Frisk got closer, she could hear slight grunts coming from the creature. She crouched behind the log, and hesitantly looked over.
It was a very ugly monster, with a sideways muzzle and various odd items all over it. Air puffed out of its open mouth and it's face wasn't exactly very pretty. It appeared to be stuck under the log, and weighted down by something.
She felt something rumble deep in her throat, but she ignored it and slunk back behind the log. It needs help… should I?
She thought on it before silently scolding herself. These are monsters, not people. People have treated them badly for all of history, so maybe I need to make that change. After all, they are all very kind once you get to know them. She took a deep breath, steeling her nerves, before standing up.
"um…H-hello." She greeted. The monster's head jerked towards her and an excess of frosty air shot from its nostrils like fire from a dragon.
"Gosh darn it, leave me alone ya beast! Don't you think you canine monsters have tormented me enough!? Now shoo! Shoo!"
Frisk yelped as pellets of ice were shot at her. She ran back the way she came, frightened, before stopping and giving an aggravated growl.
Jez, all I said was Hi! I was going to help! Wait… he said "canine monsters"… he thinks I'm a monster? Frisk reached up and rubbed her ear between her fingers. Now that I think of it, Sans and Papyrus look a little canine… just like some of the other monsters. And… he's a deer monster… that excitement I felt… I need to go back. He needs to tell me more. Frisk started making her way back, preparing herself for whatever onslaught she had to face.
The deer monster caught her approach this time.
"I told ya to leave me alone! I'm not yer dinner!"
"I-I'm not looking f-for trouble… I just want to help… sir…" Frisk put up her hands and tried to look as small as possible.
The deer snorted.
"Why would ya wanna help me? Your either A- gonna try to eat me or B- decorate me with all this stupid junk! I'm not yer tree!"
"D-decorate you? Like… a Christmas tree…" Frisk had to slap her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud. So that's why…
"It ain't funny dammit! Wait, why wouldn't ya know about that?"
"oh, I'm… I'm…a…" Frisk had the feeling she shouldn't say human. Unfortunately, the monster squinted and caught on.
"Oh, I see. Yer not a monster, are ya? Been awhile since I've seen me a human, a live one at that. Never seen one with beast ears, though."
Frisk flinched as if she were slapped.
"…I was, uh, hoping you could… tell me if you know anything about that… you see, humans aren't supposed to have this."
The monster threw it's head back and let out a deep laugh.
"Hah, so that's it. Ya don't wanna help me, you want information. That's the way all things are, you give somethin' for somethin' back. Even us monsters are like that. Ya' can't gain nothin without givin' somethin up in return."
"N-no, I didn't mean it like that. I want to help you too, it's just-"
"I wasn't sayin anything bout that. I can't. That's the way life works. Livin' things weren't made to be nice, ya know. We were made to be nasty, to think about ourselves and our survival. Even us monsters. It takes a certain strength to be above that, a strength neither you or I have. Now, I'll let ya help me. You don't seem like ya got the heart to hurt nobody, with your tail between your legs."
Frisk flinched and lifted her tail slightly.
"I can get outta this tree just fine, it's just these darn decorations weighing me down. If ya really wanna help, take em off."
"O-okay…" Frisk moved closer and slowly knelt in the snow, never taking her eyes off the deer beast. Up close, it's breath smelled like decaying leaves. It took awhile for her to unwrap the pipe cleaner and everything attached to it ( all the while being snapped at for every little jerk and pull) and a little longer for everything else (why would someone put a stocking of chicken nuggets on this poor creature she didn't know) but eventually she was finished. The deep monster suddenly brush forth, making her screech and fall back in the snow. It landed a few feet away, shaking itself.
"Ah, that's better. A weight has been lifted. Now, you wanna know more about the canine problem, runt?"
Frisk sat up, feeling her tail fluff at being called "runt", but pressed her lips together and nodded.
The deer monster sat.
"Well, first I outta tell you my name. My name is Gyftrot. Now, as you can see, I resemble what you may call a deer. Wolves eat deer. Many of the monsters, 'specially round here, have… canine qualities. And when they see me, they have a sudden craving for deer. I have no idea why. There are very few monsters that aren't affected by this. One of these monsters is Undyne. But that doesn't really matter- that irresponsible fish would skewer me just for the fun o it."
Frisk tilted her head. Undyne? She sounded important.
"You don't know why the monsters have canine traits?"
Gyftrot shook his oddly shaped head
"no. They seemed to develop over time, that's all I know. As the land got colder and colder. Maybe it's all that fur they been wearin'."
Frisk thought on this before thinking of another question.
"Are you… acquainted… with two skeletons?" She asked.
"No, but I've seen em' round. The tall one used to chase me and blab on bout puzzles and such, and the shorter one is more quiet and too himself. He'll joke with the others from time to time, but I usually see 'em bothers me, that one."
"How… so? Do you think they're dangerous?"
"The tall one? Hell no. The shorter one… I have no clue. I personally don't trust 'em. Feels far too dangerous. Can't know fer sure, though."
"o-okay…" Frisk said. Even he doesn't know.
Gyftrot raised his head.
"I don't recommend you go trampin' round with monsters, human."
"huh?"
"We been locked down in here, in a land growing colder and colder. Many monsters may be… bitter. I certainly don't give no damn, the cold is good for me. Unfortunately, that's not the case for many. Lots of monsters have keeled over and died because of the temperatures. And even that royal scientist can't save the crops soon. The land will keep gettin' colder and colder till most o us perish. Most don't realise it yet, but some do. And they'll do anythin' to get yer soul."
Frisk blinked, eyes wide. Keep getting colder? So…
"are you saying that monsterkind will be wiped out soon?"
"Maybe not soon, but sometime. Unless we get another human soul. Our king is ruthless. He may seem fair and calm, but he'll do anything to save his people. He knows. He won't lose resolve like that last king did. I suggest you run back to them ruins. That's the place where you'll last longest."
Frisk took the information in, closing her eyes.
If they don't do something, monsterkind will perish. Without anyone ever knowing. They'll just be myths, legends… bad ones at that. But… what can I do? I can't just give up my soul… but… maybe there's another way. Something I can do? I can't just run back to the ruins… I can't..
Frisk opened her eyes and looked up.
"I… can't do that… I promised someone… and even if I'm scared half to death I… have to do it. And besides, if I die, you'll all be free, right?"
Gyftrot snorted.
"You're one odd human, you. I'll tell you somethin'. Somethin' a very important monster once told me. There's a way. But no one has the heart to find it. I certainly didn't care then, I would not be affected and the underground wasn't as cold then. But now it is and they all have a major problem. That monster is dead now, dead by his own foolishness. But I guess sometimes you need foolishness and naïveness to get a job done, yes?"
Frisk was silent as Gyftrot turned to leave.
"It was nice to talk to a decent person who wasn't lookin' to eat my hide. But you do what you want. Because you're the only one who can."
With that, Gyftrot bounded away, kicking up snow in his wake.
Frisk stood up, wiping snow from her pants. They had gone stiff from exposure to the cold.
She began walking along the path again, musing about what Gyftrot had told her. It all was so much to take in, to think about. Her mind felt a little muggy, probably from the cold.
Frisk reached a long, dangerous looking bridge after what seemed like decades. It swung back and forth in the wind.
She noticed it was getting darker out. How it got dark and light in the underground, she didn't know. Magic?
Frisk could see out for miles, clusters of snow covered trees standing out in the dusk. A small like glittered far away. Frisk wanted to sit and look out into the vastness forever. But she acknowledged with nervousness that there was something she had to do. Her stomach was growling slightly, but she was far from hungry.
Frisk tested the bridge, bouncing one foot on it, before beginning to walk across. It seemed to be made from sturdy materials, and she could feel something pulsing through the ropes. That didn't stop her heart from soaring, but she was filled with determination.
If she could avoid a fight with someone like Gyftrot, she could defiantly avoid a fight with Papyrus.
She felt her heart skip as she noticed a tall figure standing at the end of the bridge. She stopped, body going stiff.
"Human."