Run. Don't look back, don't look forward, just run. This was what Frisk's brain told him to do as he sprinted out of the ruins into the forest beyond. He didn't even realize he was in the forest until he finally stopped, and noticed that the door to the ruins was nowhere in sight. After stopping to catch his breath he proceeded on, but slowly.
As he continued on Frisk began to feel like he was being watched. Suddenly he heard a stick snap behind him. Instantly Frisk whipped around.
"Who's there?" He called out. He got nothing in response. He pressed on, then heard the sound of feet in snow behind him. He didn't stop, he didn't look back. He moved on. Then as he approached a bridge that seemed to almost have a gate over it, he froze. Whoever, whatever was watching him, had caught up, and was walking slowly up behind him.
"Human…don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand…" The creature behind him spoke. Frisk managed to keep himself composed. He was determined to not shake and cry his way through the entire underground. He slowly turned around, closing his eyes and grabbed the boney hand of the creature following him. Immediately there was the sound of a fart. Frisk opened his eyes to find a skeleton dressed in a blue coat and blank pants in front of him. A whoopie cussion lay in one of the skeleton's hands.
"Heh, the old whoopie cushion in the hand trick. It's always funny. Anyways, you're a human, right?"
"Uh…yeah." Frisk answered. The skeleton seemed to be laid back enough.
"I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton."
"Hi. Frisk. Frisk the…human I guess." Frisk responded.
"I'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now. But, y'know, I don't really care about capturing anybody. Now my brother, Papyrus, he's a human-hunting fanatic. Hey, actually I think that's him over there. I have an idea. Go through this gate thingy. My bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone."
Shrugging Frisk followed Sans' directions. Suddenly Sans pushed Frisk behind a couple of rocks. Peering over, Frisk watched as a second skeleton approached, this one taller. "Must be his brother." Frisk thought to himself.
"Sup bro?" Sans greeted his brother nonchalantly.
"You know what "sup," brother! It's been eight days and you still haven't recalibrated your puzzles! You just hang around outside your station! What if a human comes through here?! I need to be ready! I will be the one! I MUST be the one!"
"Geez." Frisk again spoke to himself in his mind." This guy is really set on capturing a human." Yet there was something about him that made him seem quite harmless.
"I will capture a human. Then I, the great Papyrus, will get all the things I utterly deserve! Respect…recognition…I will finally be able to join the Royal Guard! People will ask, to be my, friend. I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning. But YOU Sans, you get lazier and lazier every day!"
"Hey, relax." Sans replied. "I've got a ton of work done today. I've gotten a skele-ton of work done today in fact." Frisk put one hand over his mouth to keep the laugh at the bad pun from bursting out.
"Sans!" Papyrus shouted.
"Come on, you're smiling." Sans poked at his brother.
"I am…and I hate it." Papyrus sighed. "Why does someone as great as me…have to do so much just to get some recognition…wow…sound like you're really working yourself to the bone." Again Frisk had to make a desperate attempt to stop the laugh at the pun that was so bad it was good.
Papyrus sighed once more. "I will go work on my puzzles. As for your work, put a little more backbone into it!" Papyrus left, cackling at his own joke. Frisk slowly came from around the boulders.
"You better get moving before he comes back." Without waiting for a response, Sans wandered off into the thick trees. Frisk sighed and moved on. Sans seemed casual, funny, and Papyrus. Despite trying to seem dangerous, he actually seemed quite harmless. Frisk moved on, the looming trees of the forest, not looking quite so threatening anymore.