Frisk wiped their runny nose, as it went numb in the coldness around them.
They'd been walking for only a few minutes, but had already seemed to be freezing to death, or getting a really bad cold.
It was silent all around, except for the crunching of the snow and ice under their worn, brown boots.
They only watched their steps as they tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, going at a fairly swift place, in need of some sort of shelter.
Frisk found a large twig blocking their pathway, and shuffled around it, as they heard it crack a few seconds after.
They jumped, and walked faster, hearing a few footsteps gaining behind them.
Almost to the point of running now, they finally found some courage somewhere in their heart, and stopped to turn around.
More footsteps followed, as a skeleton with only one yellow eye, faded and flickering like a dying flame, stepped forward out of the shadows.
They gulped, as they took in the third encountered monster, and glanced down at all the cuts along it's cyan colored sweatshirt, and sneakers.
It also wore what looked like old shorts, but they weren't sure, as their vision wasn't as good as it had always been after the beatings.
"You're a human, right?" It's deep voice made Frisk assume the skeleton to be a guy, but as they always have, they jumped to conclusions that weren't always true.
They nodded their head slowly in response, and swallowed again.
He was smiling, though he looked in pain somehow.
He then stuck out a bony hand, and Frisk flinched, backing up a few small steps.
"I'm Sans." They noticed he had no reaction to what they had just done, and he acted as though he wanted to say something more to them, but stopped himself from doing so.
They then cautiously took a step forward, and shook his hand, quickly pulling away from his grasp a few moments later.
"I'll be honest with ya, kid. You give me a nostalgic feeling somehow, but I dunno why." He shrugged, and Frisk just smiled slowly, their eye subconsciously twitching a few times, as he spoke.
There was silence that followed them both, as the human started shivering so much it looked like they were vibrating.
"C'mon." Sans started to walk in front of them, as they reluctantly followed him down the pathway more, until they suddenly passed through a small bridge, and past some sort of station for keeping watch.
"My brother will know what to do. He always does." They kept walked for what seemed like days, until they came across a deserted village, and Sans suddenly stopped in front of a snow-covered house.
Stopping so quickly, he accidentally knocked Frisk over, resulting in them being even more colder than before.
"Hey, Papyrus? Are you in here?" Sans pushed open the door, and they both went over to sit on a green colored sofa.
The door shut suddenly, making Frisk jump for the second time today, but sooner forgot about the occurrence, and fell asleep a little ways away from the skeleton.
Frisk woke up under a few red blankets, on top of a fairly large sized bed.
"Oh, hello. You're awake." Before them, sat a taller skeleton, who somehow had bruises along his arms and legs.
The child had the assumption that this was Sans' brother, and they found out they were right.
"So, you're the one who had met my brother, Sans, right?" Frisk nodded their head, as they took in their surroundings.
It was just a normal bedroom.
They looked back at him, and looked up and down, to see if he had any cuts along his attire.
It turns out, his red and cyan cape, scarf thing, was the only thing that hadn't been torn to shreds so far.
Frisk gave him a sympathetic look, as to tell him they were sorry.
"Anyways. I'm Papyrus. What is your name?" Since they assumed a lot more people would be asking them, they had just kept a separate sticky note with their name on it.
They gave it to him, as he glanced at it, silently repeating it a few times, before giving it back.
"Sans did say you don't talk much." Papyrus thought for a moment, before asking, "Can you talk?"
Frisk then shook their head, frowning a little.
Suddenly, they took out the notepad from earlier, and scribble down, Are you hurt?
He had to repeat it a few more times in his head, before frowning more than he already was.
"I guess so. I try not to let it get me down." He chuckled a little, which made Frisk get taken by surprise.
They looked at Papyrus' eyes, and saw no signs of dullness, gray, or anything out of the ordinary.
They then asked where Sans had went, and Papyrus answered about someplace named Grillby's.
Frisk then smiled at him, as they grabbed his hand, and ran off to find his brother, somehow not even feeling the cold surrounding them.