This is a very, very short chapter. Because it's part one of two.

Part one is in Frisk pov.

Part two is the first Sans pov!

I will upload them together Because I don't want to make you wait ^_^

Frisk got cold fast.

She no longer had her coat, and she didn't move an inch. The pain inflicted by the trap was an ache now, the worst of it gone and as long as she stayed still it wouldn't hurt anymore.

The ground was rough and uncomfortable, especially when she started shivering. But she didn't really care.

She just wanted it to be done and over with quickly, so she could wake up beside the star again.

She reflected on how foolish she was to be scared of death the last time, when the dog killed her. She had known about the power, but uncertainty mixed with the flash of the moment robbed her of her wit.

The only sound was the chattering of her own teeth.

Everything went by so slow, it seemed like an eternity of shivering and cold. She was beginning to wonder if she would never die and she was stuck in a cold hell for the rest of time.

Her fingers were numb and stiff, as were her ears. She didn't try to move them. Looks like the gloves didn't really work after all.

Eventually, she stopped shivering.

Everything was numb.

She couldn't remember what warmth felt like even if she wanted too.

Once she got past the phase of painful cold… it wasn't that bad.

She felt nothing. Nothing mattered.

Her mind had slowed down, and was foggy and unclear. Probably from hypothermia, she vaguely thought.

That was the last thing she processed through her brain.

After that she just surrendered to the cold. Her body was frozen, her mind was frozen.

Nothing moved.

She stayed in this haze for what seemed like forever, until crunching broke through. She didn't move, didn't acknowledge it.

She really couldn't, anymore.

Someone said something, and she felt a burning hot hand against her skin.

She ignored it.

It prodded her, as if trying to shake life into her.

She just wanted to fall asleep and not wake up.

Why couldn't she be left in peace?

There was shuffling, and the jaws on her leg moved. It didn't hurt anymore, the cold had numbed everything. But the pressure wavered, then disappeared.

Her mind felt like it was on the edge of something. It was flickering in a similar manner to a broken lightbulb.

She heard more distant words, and felt more prodding.

Her mind didn't even process it.

There was more talking.

With a slow, gentle movement, gritty frozen ground disappeared from under her.

Her consciousness flashed with the unexpected movement, and she was pressed against something warm and soft.

She wondered through the fog if she was finally dying.

Her mind teetered again, and she felt like she was moving.

She dabbed the surface of unconsciousness, dipping in and out of it.

Eventually, the dark came and stayed, and she welcomed it.

…

Everything was dark for awhile.

Then it was warm. It was like she was in a cocoon of warmth, floating in a sea of warm milk.

It felt nice…

She relished in this feeling, unable to really think or do much else.

She eventually began feeling sensations such as the air, and something soft around her.

Then she could feel her body again.

She groaned, her throat hurting her.

There was a soft light poking through her eyelids.

Where am I?... I'm not in Waterfall by the star…

Her thoughts felt… unstable.

She tried to open her eyelids.

She didn't realize how heavy they were, or how tired she felt.

The light hurt a great deal, but she became used to it fast. It was very… soft.

Her vision was blurry, so much so it was hard to make anything out. It began to gradually clear out.

She recognized this place almost immediately.

The Skeletons house.

She was back here.

Frisk growled and put her hand up to her eyes, pinching her forehead.

Why couldn't he just let me die?! Is his stupid promise that important?!

Frisk laid on the couch for awhile, not thinking of anything.

The stress and frustration was making her stomach churn.

Her leg ached. The ankle felt hot and swollen.

This wouldn't be an issue if she was dead.

The thought didn't feel nice now… but she pushed it aside.

She had to use the bathroom.

It was night outside, but there was a lamp on the small table next to the couch. It was left on at a very low setting.

She sat up slowly, refraining from moving her right leg. It was covered in thick gauze.

She spotted her bag and coat next to the couch, where she usually placed them.

At least he had the decency to bring her stuff back despite being a fake lazy ass.

Frisk's limbs still felt stiff, as did her back. She didn't want to move anything.

She also had a scratchy, sick feeling, like the beginning of a cold.

Oh well.

Frisk used the side of the couch to pull herself up onto her good leg, her right leg screaming in pain. She limped up the stairs at an excruciating rate, but eventually she did her business and collapsed back on the couch.

She dug under the blankets and fell back into a dreamless sleep.

…

She drifted in and out of sleep a few times.

She couldn't remember any happenings from those times.

All too soon, she was more awake.

It was light outside.

She felt horrible.

She really felt sick now, her breathing rough and an itching feeling in her leg. The wound's ache had spread further up.

She moaned and turned slightly. She wanted to vomit.

She heard heavy footsteps.

"Human! You're awake!" She heard Papyrus say.

His voice was much too loud and cutting.

She pulled her arm over her head and moaned.

"Oh! I'm sorry Human, I didn't realize my voice hurt you. I'll talk quieter." Papyrus lowered his voice.

Why not at all? Frisk growled in her head.

She regretted this thought immediately.

Papyrus didn't do anything, I can't punish him for no reason. He doesn't know any better.

"It's okay…" she forced out. Her voice was straggled and hoarse.

"… You sound like your throat hurts. Do you want something to drink? Or eat? I would even go get Grillby's fries for you if you would like. The Great Papyrus would brave the grease for his Human friend! Though, if you are sick, you should refrain from grease and eat lots of fruits and veggies!"

Despite feeling like she had been run over by a New York school bus, she smiled.

She forced herself to look over at Papyrus.

The look on his face was heartbreaking. He was clearly forcing a smile, but he looked like he was about to cry.

Did Sans maybe tell him she was leaving?

She would kick his ass if he did. Screw being scared of him before, no one hurt Papyrus.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry. Thanks though, Pap. And yes, you're right. Very smart." Frisk croaked.

Papyrus perked up slightly.

"Really? Thank you human… but are you sure? Maybe just water? You sound like you need it."

Frisk sighed.

He's just so sweet… I don't want to worry him.

"Fine, I guess water is okay. My stomach isn't feeling the greatest, so I don't think I'll be able to stomach much."

Papyrus jumped to his feet.

"Okay, Human! I shall get you the best water!"

He turned towards the kitchen.

"Wait, Papyrus."

"Huh? What is it, Human?"

She didn't let the tears make their way into her eyes.

"Don't… ever change, okay Papyrus? Always stay the way you are…"

…

Something was wrong.

She kept getting sicker and sicker.

The ache kept on spreading, and the wound felt icky for some unknown reason. It was blisteringly to the touch, even under the gauze.

She forced herself to drink water, but just didn't have any appetite. She felt bad for worrying Papyrus, but the thought of food made her want to gag.

She didn't see Sans at all, to her relief. She didn't want to see him.

Yet, a part of her ached to wake up and see him there. To laugh with him.

She smacked the thought away.

He would never. Never sincerely stick by her side and care. He just cared about a stupid promise to someone who did care.

It was getting harder and harder to move at all. She felt weak and tired and drained… like she was still dying.

Maybe she was.

She could tell poor Papyrus was very, very distressed. He tried to hide it around her, but it was pretty clear.

Frisk talked less and less. It took too much energy.

Despite sleeping for most of the time, her eyes had dark circles under them.

She noticed her skin was becoming paler as well.

Finally, after taking all of her strength for a bathroom trip, she plopped onto the couch and gave in.

…

She was cold and shivering, yet sweaty.

Her throat was on fire and her mouth was dry.

Her blood felt like it was on fire, and like it was… dirty. Contaminated.

Her whole body had a deep ache.

She hated this. She wanted it to be over.

She couldn't summon the strength to wake up fully, open her eyes.

Every breath was a wheeze.

She slipped back into the painful void of darkness.