I think this is the dumbest chapter I've written so far. I'm very proud.

Frisk woke up after saying good bye to Asriel and walked confidently over to the opening where the barrier had been.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

This reset.

This would be the one.

It had to be.

She had a good feeling about it.

It was...warm. Warm enough that she could feel the heat before even actually leaving the underground.

At least that meant it probably wasn't snowing outside.

That had to be a good sign, right?

Turning around, she motioned for her friends to follow her. They all excitedly went to follow her.

Walking through the small cave, they were led to... fire?

There was fire everywhere. That explained why it had felt warm. There were several other...monsters? Things that sort of looks like scarier versions of animals, people and the monsters Frisk had met on her journey were wandering around. One of them was present to "greet" them, hissing and making unintelligible sounds. Tortured screams could be heard in the distance.

But other than that, the place seemed welcoming enough.

Papyrus certainly seemed to think so.

"WOWIE! AND I THOUGHT HOTLAND WAS HOT!" He turned to one of the creatures and held out his hand, "GREETINGS, FRIEND! I AM PAPYRUS, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"

The creature he'd spoken to let out an unholy, ear-splitting shriek, opening its mouth wide, revealing rows of jagged, yellow teeth. While everyone else threw their hands over their ears, Papyrus stood there happily, hand still outstretched for a handshake.

"NICE TO MEET YOU," here, he did his best impression of the noice the creature had made, making everyone throw their hands over their ears again. "I HOPE WE CAN BE GOOD FRIENDS!"

The hideous creature leaned forward, pressing its huge wet nose against his hand, sniffing vigorously.

Without warning, it opened its mouth, preparing to bite, when Papyrus' soul was suddenly turned blue and he was flung backwards out of it's reach. Standing protectively in front of where Papyrus had landed was Sans, his left eye alight and flashing.

"frisk," he said, turning to her, "what is that thing?!"

Before Frisk could even begin to attempt to answer, a small, yellow flower that everyone had come to know and hate by this point, popped his head up through the ground in front of Sans, smiling and bobbing his head happily. Frisk blinked in surprise, it really hadn't taken him long to turn back into a flower.

"Well golly, guys, if I didn't know any better," his flowery face shifted into a nightmare version of itself with blank white eyes and large, sharp teeth, "I'd say you've landed yourselves in hell. Better try again, Frisk!"

At Frisk's horrified expression, his face morphed back to normal and he winked, smiling and sticking his tongue out childishly.

"That's right! I still remember resets. And I know who else does t-" before Flowey could finish his sentence, he'd been obliterated from existence by the powerful beam of magic light shot by a gaster blaster. Frisk could faintly hear "megalovania" begin to turned to stare at Sans, completely baffled by the turn of events. The older skeleton brother stood casually in front of Papyrus with hands in his pockets, but his eye was still glowing, so it was pretty obvious the skull-themed attack was his.

Even Frisk was too confused to reset at this point, but not from Sans' magic.

"So we're in hell? Is there anything above hell? Heaven maybe?" Frisk contemplated to herself, wondering if perhaps she could journey through hell and get somewhere else like she'd done in the underground.

While Frisk was considering her options, the demons that had been minding their own business until now suddenly had their eyes (or wherever counted as their eyes) on Sans, enthralled by his magic. One particularly ugly demon crawled over to him, rasping out,

"N-new...le-leader..."

Sans stared blankly at it.

"...what?"

Suddenly, demons from all around began swarming Sans, all chanting the same thing,

"Leader! Leader!"

Nervously, Sans managed out "um... f-frisk? can you give me a hand here, kid?"

At this point, all the other monsters had fled back underground, excluding him and Papyrus. His brother was not nearly as worried about the demons swarming Sans as he was.

"WOWIE BROTHER! YOU'RE VERY POPULAR ALREADY! MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE SHOWED THEM MY SPECIAL ATTACK WHEN I FIRST GREETED THEM!"

A terrified shriek caught Frisk's attention, and she quickly snapped her attention to Sans.

Sans now had every demon in the place bowing down to him as he stood there confusedly holding a pitchfork with one hand and running a hand over his head with the other. He now had two little horns that stuck up from his skull, almost like Asgore's, and a pointed demon tail that Frisk wasn't sure he was aware of.

A random demon that looked like a zombie walked up to him and put a long red cape over his shoulders while a couple others set a fancy looking thrown down behind him.

The demons continued bowing down to him while Sans stared at Frisk helplessly.

For an awkwardly long moment, she honestly couldn't think of what it was he wanted her to do to fix the situation.

When she finally remembered, she slammed her fist into the reset button so hard she thought it might shatter.