The frigid air imposed itself in the small caverns, crystallizing itself on the ceiling slowly until icicles would form, whatever didn't stick to the ceiling would gently fall down simulating snowfall. It was as if the caverns itself were a snow globe that would gently be shaken every so often by some unseen force. On occasion these icicles would fall, possibly hurting someone, there had to be routine checkups to ensure the icicles wouldn't get too big. The little human boy stared up at the ceiling of the caverns, watching the ever so slowly icicles form, the slow snowfall was entrancing as the tiny individual snowflakes would float down and land somewhere along the village. He looked back down and took in his surroundings once more. He was standing in front of a large wooden home, two stories high with a balcony on the second floor. It was decorated with Christmas lights and on the very top of the house was a black flag with skull and crossbones. There were two mailboxes right next to the house, one was clean as a whistle, and the other was covered in snow and overflowing with mail. Further down her right continuing off of the home, stood a small library with a sign, misspelled saying "Librarby". Even further down was a path that branched off into more of the small neighborhood, followed by a small brick diner. The diner had a large window and a small sign that said OPEN right on the window, above it was an indent where the name of the diner could be seen, Grillby's. Right next to the diner was a small little Christmas tree decorated with lights, presents and even a small star adorned the top of the tree. Continuing further down the road was a small house followed by the local Inn connected to the Shop, and last but not least, stood the sign decorated by Christmas lights, "WELCOME TO SNOWDIN." The entire small town rested beside a long river and snowy trees. The boy liked the town; it was small, just like him. He turned around facing the wooden home and sniffed, his nose was getting red, it was awfully cold today.
Even more than usual, he thought.
Frisk grabbed the sides of his arms, adjusting the coat that he had on. He was small in stature, as he was only a child. He had short, brown, bob cut hair and straight bangs. He wore a blue and purple stripped sweater and over it was a thick purple coat, which made mobility hard. He had purple shorts on and blue shoes. The coat carried a faint smell of spaghetti and ketchup; Frisk's friends had forced him to wear it today as it was extra cold out.
The other day at the waterfall caverns, Papyrus had been digging around the trash heap of winter wear.
"SKELETONS MAY NOT FEEL THE COLD, BUT IM SURE HUMAN SKIN DOES." Papyrus said as he pushed away clothing from the small mound. "IF UNDYNE GETS COLD THAT MEANS YOU WILL TOO!" He stopped and pondered for a bit, "IS HUMAN SKIN THE SAME AS SCALES?"
Papyrus turned around to face Frisk and Sans, whom were both sitting on a mountain of trash, to avoid getting wet. Sans shrugged.
"ANYWAYS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO IF YOU GET SICK!" He said as he went back down to dig through the clothes."DO HUMANS GET SICK?" he stopped once more.
Sans snickered, "i dunno but that leaves the perfect opportunity for a SICK joke."
"SAAAAANNNS" Papyrus yelled as he grabbed a random article of clothes and threw it at him.
Sans let the article of clothes hit his face, he was trying to hold back a sneer but a quiet chuckle could be heard. He took the clothing article off of his face.
"hey i think you found what you were looking for papyrus." Sans said as he held up what was a small, thick purple coat.
"YOU MEAN I FOUND IT SINCE I THREW IT AT YOU!" Papyrus jumped over and snatched it out of Sans's hand, "HERE YOU GO FRISK, A WINTER COAT!" he gave a cheerful look as he passed it to Frisk, "BY THE WAY YOUR ABSOLUTLEY FORCED TO WEAR THIS AND I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU ON WITHOUT IT!"
Frisk rubbed his eyes, breaking out of the memory. Frisk was not the average human child, with human friends growing up in a normal neighborhood. His friends were all monsters, he loved it, and they were all like family to him. Living stuck underground was a little bleak but he no longer had the heart to face Asgore, the king, and leave this place; not when he felt so at home here. He sniffed again and rubbed his nose. He had been waiting outside the home of the skeleton monster brothers, Papyrus and Sans. He went up to the door and knocked, careful to avoid the leaf wreath hanging on the door.
Papyrus was the tall one of the two; he wore this thing called a battle suit, decorated in red and white colors and a red cape. His chest piece held a strange symbol on it that reminded Frisk of an old game box he saw at the dump once. It had a strange alien man on the cover and he had the same symbol on his chest too, that must've been where Papyrus got his inspiration from. Papyrus was very talkative, and he always seemed to be talking about himself, he would enjoy going off into lengthy monologues. Papyrus was trying his hardest to get into the Royal Guard; he wanted the popularity that came along with it, deeming that he deserved it or something. But to Frisk, he just wanted a friend. He was the kind of monster you could never stay mad at; he could light up the room just by walking into it. The thing he loved to do was cooking, he practiced often but he always cooked the same thing, and it wasn't very good, Frisk tried his hardest to encourage Papyrus to keep trying.
Sans was the shorter one, just a few inches taller than Frisk. He always wore a blue unzipped jacket, white shirt, black pants and faint pink slippers. He held an unchanging grin constantly; he probably couldn't change it anyways. He was less talkative around groups, but if you got him alone he would be just as talkative as his brother. He would rarely talk about himself, as he would always spew about funny stories, the latest pun he thought up, or how hungry he was. Unlike Papyrus who was searching for friends, Sans seemed to have lots of friends. He was pretty popular especially around Grillby's, his favorite hangout spot. He was very laid back, a bit too laid back as compared to his brother who was constantly working.
They were both silly as ever to Frisk, always in a good mood. The door in front of him finally opened and there stood Papyrus.
"SEE SANS I TOLD YOU HE WAS COLD," he said as he walked out the door, Frisk moved back outside next to the side of the house. Sans yawned and came out of the house also, he closed the door behind him.
"What took you both so long?" Frisk finally said, as he adjusted the thick coat.
"A CERTAIN LAZY BROTHER OF MINE WOULDN'T BUDGE THIS MORNING, SOMETHING ABOUT BEING TIRED, HUH SANS? THAT'S REDICULOUS WHO GETS TIRED?!" Papyrus said as he gave Sans a frustrated look. Sans shrugged, he did look tired.
"FRISK ARE YOU SURE YOU WOULD RATHER NOT GO BACK INSIDE? WE COULD DO SOMETHING ELSE; LIKE HANG OUT WITH THE GREAT PAPYRUS OR EVEN COOK WITH THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" he said as he stood jaunty.
Frisk shook his head and smiled.
"ALRIGHT THEN WHAT IS THIS SNOBWALL FIGHT YOU SPOKE OF EARLIER?" Papyrus scratched his skull in confusion and Frisk got really excited.
He grabbed Papyrus's hand and dragged him to the vast clearing before the Waterfall Caverns, it was a nice perfect spot away from Snowdin. Frisk let go of his hand and ran to the opposite side of the clearing.
"I used to have these all the time up in the surface, Snowball fights!" he shouted as he grabbed a mound of snow and shaped it into a ball. "You make forts in the ground to protect yourself from oncoming snowballs, then you try and hit other people with them!" he said as he threw the snowball a few inches forward, simulating a mini snowball fight.
Papyrus stared on, as if processing the information, "DOES IT HAVE TO BE SNOWBALLS? CAN WE THROW SNOW OBJECTS?" he asked.
Frisk blinked, "Sure?" he said as he shrugged.
"YOU'RE ON, SNOW DECAHEDRON FIGHT!" he shouted gleefully.
Frisk giggled and got to the ground to begin building his snow fort.
"COME ON SANS LETS TAKE FRISK DOWN!" Papyrus said as he looked back to Sans who was behind him.
"nah i'm good, i got work to do" Sans said as his gaze shifted to the side.
"ROYAL GUARD GETS A DAY OFF TODAY, SO DO I, SINCE IM TECHNICALLY IN THE ROYAL GUARD EVEN IF UNDYNE HASENT SAID SO YET! AND SINCE WHEN ARE YOU SUDDENLY SO INCLINED TO WORK- ENLIST IN MY SNOWDECAHEDRON ARMY SANS, IM NOT LETTING YOU LEAVE!" Papyrus grabbed Sans by the arm and dragged him over to where the fort would be made. Part of sans looked like refused to be dragged but he gave in; there was no point in arguing with Papyrus.
Frisk saw the show and giggled, he didn't care about winning or losing he just wanted to have some fun with the two brothers. He bent down and started building his snow fort up, he looked up occasionally to the brothers building theirs. Papyrus kept yelling at Sans to not make one side of the fort so lopsided, he called Sans lazy then grabbed a bunch of snow and tried to fix it himself. Frisk looked back down to his fort, it wasn't big, Frisk wasn't tall enough to make it bigger but it was good enough, he looked back up at the other two, waving his hands signaling he was ready. Oddly enough the other two just stared at him.
What's going on, why are they staring at me like that? he thought. At first, he was confused.
"HELLO NEW VISITOR!" yelled Papyrus.
Frisk felt a giant shadow looming over him and he froze. There was someone behind him. At once he felt a sharp jab hit his backside and it pushed him forward; he fell face first into the snow. The brothers ran over and Papyrus helped him up.
"FRISK ARE YOU OK?" Papyrus said as he wiped most of the snow off of Frisk's face. Frisk nodded as the cold greeted his face, he felt snow up his nose and kept rubbing his face with his arm.
"EXCUSE ME SIR BUT YOU SEEMED TO HAVE ACCIDENTALLY KICKED OUR FRIEND!" Papyrus said.
Frisk finally turned around, what faced him was a creature he had never seen before. He was not native to the underground and he resembled a giant turtle. Nothing about the air seemed friendly, and Frisk knew that all three of them had to leave.
"Let's make this nice, quick and easy," the turtle said as he began to walk forward.
"WELL- IT WASNT VERY NICE, SEE WHERE I COME FROM, A GOOD FRIENDLY INTRODUCTION INVOLVES BAD PUZZLES AND SOME SPAGHETTI!" Papyrus said with a happy grin.
"papyrus i don't think you should be talking to this guy," said Sans uneasy.
"I'm not really one to be civilized about this sort of thing, when have I ever? So if you will excuse me!" the turtle said as he held up his claws.
He lunged forward with his claws, Frisk ducked out of the way and Sans pushed Papyrus into the ground. The turtle jumped back and turned to face Frisk who got up again.
He clearly wanted a fight, Frisk thought, How am I going to spare him?
He lunged forward once more; Frisk jumped back narrowly dodging him. It was difficult to move as the thick coat constricted his movement. The turtle then let off a growl and quickly turned around and shot forth a fireball from his mouth. It took Frisk by surprise and his coat was hit; he jumped to the snow to put out the fire. At that point the turtle stood over him with a grin on his face. As a last stand effort Frisk tried to summon up his Menu, the air around him flickered for a second, but nothing happened. His eyes grew wide and he tried once more, putting all of his focus into it. Nothing appeared. He couldn't Act upon this enemy for some reason, Frisk frantically looked down at his own chest expecting his soul to be there.
Nothing was there, how could this be? This is a fight, where is everything?! He thought.
He could do nothing, he was sprawled on the ground helpless as the turtle stood there grinning.
"I don't know what rules you play by; but where I come from, it doesn't work that way!" he said as he laughed. He swiped Frisk to the side, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. Frisk laid on the snow with his consciousness fleeting. He wanted to reach out for a reset but he felt the ability slip through his fingers, he no longer had control of the events. As his vision grew blurry he saw the two brothers watching him, helpless to do anything. The turtle lifted him off of the ground and hoisted him over his shoulder and began walking towards the Waterfall Caverns, Frisk tried to lift his arm up but his strength had left him and his vision had gone black.