Chapter Three: Sleep
The first thing Frisk felt when he awoke was stone.
It was a hard, unforgiving material- cold, and completely flat but also somehow rough, like fine sandpaper.
The second thing Frisk felt was a headache and the urge to vomit.
Crawling up into a kneeling position, he hunched over involuntarily and ejected the contents of his lunch, retching until all he had was the dry heaves.
Wiping his mouth, he reached for his phone and opened a dimensional box, pulling out the bag of potato chips (which were, amusingly enough, labelled 'Popato Chisps') that Sans had put inside and beginning to slowly eat the contents.
As he finished the bag, the splitting headache he had woken up to gradually abated, and his stomach ceased its churning.
Climbing shakily to his feet, he took a moment to look around and survey just where in the seven Hells he was.
He was standing in the middle of a large, empty room. The room had an atmospheric, mysterious aura to it, almost like a temple. As he looked around, however, he saw a variety of things wrong with the room. The ancient, weathered floor was black as night, as if someone had found out how to liquefy darkness and then splattered it all over the floor of this room. Decorating the surface of the floor were several images of a mysterious, monkey- like figure, arranged in a radial formation.
What was perhaps the strangest thing, however, were the thirteen strange doors placed around the perimeter of the room.
Stepping closer to a glossy, red door with several concentric rectangles carved into it, he saw that the doors appeared to be standing on their own, with no sort of support to hold them up. Taking this fact in stride, he opened the door and stepped through it, figuring he had nothing to lose.
Instead of simply emerging on the other side of the seemingly normal door, though, he stepped out into another strange place. Looking around, he saw… nothing. The entire landscape was completely barren. The only visible things were the puddles of water dotting the plain. Despite the land's empty, unsettling appearance, Frisk suspected this land had something to hide. Perhaps a key to escaping this bizarre realm?
Gathering his determination, he began walking.
So, yeah. Welcome to the Dream World.
If you're wondering why I chose these two games to meet of all games, it's because 1) I read an extraordinary crossover fic between Undertale and The Binding Of Isaac (it's called Undertale: Rebirth, go check it out), which inspired me to write my own story, and 2) these two games are similar in structure, and reminiscent of a game called EarthBound from the 90's.
Also, it likely won't be mentioned in the story, but due to the Dream World's main function in the Yume Nikki Manga (to pacify and reform troubled minds), it will be called the Reformatory Realm in this fic.
That's all for now.
Stay tuned.