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It was the strangest feeling, Frisk realised when she woke up in the flowerbed. She didn't feel like herself at all, although she hadn't for a long time, this was even more so. The first thing she noticed was that she was still wearing her purple and blue striped sweater, but it was now several sizes too big for her, and it now sagged loosely over her hands.

Her hands, she raised her hands up to see them and was still shocked to see the little, connected bones that were now her hands. She stared at her hands with a new fascination, she had seen skeleton hands so many times before, but there seemed to be so many things she had not noticed before, like the way the light draft in the cavern brushed right through them with a tickling sensation, and just how light they were, one really doesn't know the weight of their own arms until they become twenty times lighter.

Frisk yawned, that was another thing that felt strange, she felt really tired. Really, really tired. She had never felt tired at the beginning of a RESET before, but she felt like she hadn't slept in days. Maybe it was because of the soul transfer? Maybe it had taken up a lot of her energy and she would get better? She hoped so.

Frisk moved on to the next room, still consciously aware of how weird her body felt. When she saw the empty patch of grass she stared at it sadly. Chara tore Flowey to shreds in the previous run and now Flowey was hiding from Chara. Frisk sighed and continued on feeling disappointed. She knew that erasing everyone's memories of what Chara had done in the previous was not offered in the demon's contract, but a part of her had hoped that she could truly forget about what had happened.

When Frisk entered the larger room with the staircase in it she felt herself somehow smiling when she saw Toriel coming down the stairs. Toriel paused when she saw Frisk and gave her a curious look, filled with confusion, before smiling back at her and giving Frisk a small wave. Frisk stopped walking and giggled, waving back at Toriel and waited as Toriel walked closer.

And continued walking to the next room.

Frisk felt a pang of disappointment and rejection in her chest. Why would Toriel just continue walking? She had helped Frisk in the past RESETS, and had helped her through the ruins, given her a place to sleep and pie to eat. Frisk considered Toriel to be her mother. Frisk made a small whine when the realisation dawned on her.

Frisk wasn't human anymore. Toriel didn't need to worry about her anymore.

Frisk had to try hard to stop herself from feeling regret about the deal. The pain of losing Toriel as a mother was worth it, so much worth it if it meant never had to see her die again.

Frisk took her time moving through the ruins, still overcome with melancholy. Everything felt different. The puzzles and monsters she encountered were the same but, the monsters were not attacking her anymore. Upon seeing her they had entirely different reactions, mostly confusion, either giving a wave or completely ignoring her.

Except for Napstablook, his reaction was pretty much the same as it always was. It was almost relieving to see him sleeping on the path in her way, it filled her with a proper sense of familiarity.

"Escuse me?" Frisk realised that this was the first time she had tried speaking as a skeleton, and as a result, she hadn't gotten used to her new mouth yet. It was odd, she didn't have a tongue or lips, but she still had made sounds that required both. She supposed that it was just magic and she would need more practice to start talking properly again.

Napstablook started crying again as usual, and Frisk quickly jumped back to avoid the acid tears. Her eye-sockets widened when she saw her stats.

LV: 1 HP 1/1

This was certainly new, she had expected her stats to be different now that she was a monster, but she hadn't expected them to be that low, in fact, monsters seemed to have a higher HP to humans, the only monster that had HP that low was… Sans. She still wasn't sure how she was going to tell him what happened, in fact, she was pretty sure that he wasn't going to believe her and call her a dirty lair and-

"…oh… i'm sorry… i didn't notice that you were just a kid… i'm sorry…. i didn't mean to scare you… oh no…" Frisk hadn't realised that tears had begun to fall down her cheek, but Napstablook had and was now looking at her worriedly. Frisk felt guilty as it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't think of an excuse.

"I'sawight. I'm okay. Thangk-you." She gave him a forced skeletal grin. It must have been adorable, because Frisk could have sworn that she heard a quiet 'awww'.

"… if you don't mind me asking… kid, why are you in the ruins alone?" Frisk was surprised that Napstablook had asked her that, he hadn't asked her before. Was it because she cried? Or was it possible that he hadn't noticed that she was a kid before? She had never known Napstablook for a long in the same run through, so she couldn't be sure.

Frisk was unsure what to say, so she shrugged, a yawn managed to escape her though.

"did you get lost somehow?" Napstablook asked. Frisk, still unsure decided it would be best for her to nod.

Napstablook looked down on Frisk, considering for a moment, "… if you want, i can take you to the exit with me…" Frisk already knew the way to the exit, but she figured she could use the company so she excepted.

Napstablook was pretty quiet was he lead the way through the ruins, he seemed to shy to say anything, and Frisk didn't know what to say. Eventually, the arrived in front Toriel's house. The two stood in silence for a few moments, the awkward silence had seemly got to Napstablook.

"… i leave through the walls… but the exit to the ruins is in here… i'm sure if you ask the lady that lives here she will let you out…" Before Frisk could thank him, he had faded away, and she was alone again.

Frisk walked up to the door, from the light coming out of the windows she could tell that Toriel was home, but the pit growing in her chest was making it difficult to just move her hand and knock. She wasn't ready to see Toriel again. She wasn't ready for Toriel to just let her go and be someone else's problems. Frisk knew that this wasn't Toriel's fault but it felt like she was being abandoned by her parents again. But no, this is worth it.

Suddenly filled with determination, she forced her hand to knock on the door. She heard Toriel's footsteps and instantly regretted it. She wasn't ready! What was she going to say? She didn't know how to-.

"Hello, my child, what brings you to my door?" Toriel's calm voice relaxes Frisk's anxiety like the sound of calm rain. Frisk looks up to see Toriel's kind concerned eyes, and suddenly she could think clearly again.

"Ah, ma-mish, could you pleesth let me leave the wuins?" Frisk asks calmly, with a pleading look in her eyes. She had almost called Toriel 'mom' out of habit, but she knew that would only freak her out.

"My child? Are you sure?" Toriel looked around behind Frisk. "I don't see your parents with you, don't you have a guardian that you would be leaving behind?"

Frisk was almost tempted to answer 'you', but she knew better, she swallowed down the imaginary lump in her imaginary through and answered Toriel truthfully as possible under the circumstances, "I don' haf any parents any more, bu' I know somebod-dy who lives in Snowdin."

Frisk felt a glimmer of hope when Toriel's eyes were filled with a familiar concern, but pushed it away as Toriel nodded, "I'm so sorry, my child. Of course I'll let you through."

Toriel stepped back and let Frisk in, again, this felt so different. There had never been a time that Toriel's house did not smell of butterscotch and cinnamon, but now Frisk could only smell smoke from Toriel's fireplace.

"My child, are you alright?" Toriel pulled Frisk from her thoughts, Frisk opened her mouth to reply, but only a tired yawn escaped. Toriel hummed.

"My child, it is getting quite late, perhaps it would be best if you rested before leaving?" Frisk found herself nodding and being led to her room. She reminded herself in her head that this wasn't really her room anymore but really didn't seem to make much of a difference. Frisk nodded in appreciation as lightly pushed her to the bed and tucked her in. That hadn't before, but it was nice. Toriel this time didn't even make it out of the room before Frisk had fallen asleep.