That night, young Dice had a dream, along with another young child, though they were separated by so much earth. In the dream, they were the only one's in the city.

It started like a normal day for the both of the kids. The city was the same, though it was dark and smelled of dirt and had that smell like it was going to rain. Dice was sweeping the sidewalk when somebody ran past. She could hear them crying...she could sense their unease.

Dice ran after the kid, calling for them to calm down. When the kid ran down a dead-end, Dice stopped, panting.

The kid was younger than she was, maybe about eight. They wore a tattered striped sweatshirt that was covered in dust and blood. The child's eyes were wild as they pulled a knife from their front pocket and lunged at Dice, slicing with her knife. The child, Frisk ran past her and disappeared into the city.

Dice searched until the night fell. It was different now. After Frisk had attacked, people began coming out. The streets became busy and noisy. The playgrounds were filled with children, and the bars were filled with adults. Dice walked on, the day suddenly turning to the grey of a foggy night. She found Frisk in the graveyard eventually. Dice didn't know how she'd got there, she just did.

Frisk was weeping at the foot of two graves, the soil fresh and covered in golden flowers. The names...what were their names?

"Frisk."

The child spun around, their knife in hand as they stared at her. She stepped back as Dice tried to get near.

"Frisk, you have to stop. Don't you understand? Don't you know what you're doing is wrong?"

"Of course I know! But didn't they know? They killed her, and they didn't even care!"

Him?

And suddenly the world shifted. They were on the mountain again, hovering above the crater they had both fallen into. Two young children were running. One looked to be about four, while the other was probably about thirteen. The younger child was running from the other was smiling with her. The other saw the crater just as the younger one stepped over the edge.

With one swift motion, the elder caught the child and threw them out of the way. The elder grabbed a hold of a root as the younger screamed.

"It's alright, Frisk! Go, go get help!"
 The young Frisk ran into the woods, but the girl had fallen long before the girl returned. Dice had gotten a look at the girl's eyes just before she disappeared from view. They were light blue, like the sky. Patience. A toy knife from her sister was in her pocket and would be her weapon, and the blue ribbon she'd gotten from her parents would be left behind for the next humans to find.

Frisk continued weeping until they both woke up in cold sweat. The difference, though, was that Sans was there to ask if Dice was okay, Frisk just got the glaring eyes of a long dead girl.

"Wake up."

Sorry it's so late and short. Forgive me! XD