Frisk reflexively took in a sharp, deep breath as his head involuntarily jumped from resting on the pillow into the air, his heart beating fast in his ribcage. His breathing was shallow and fast but after a few seconds, he slowly regained control of it and it calmed down.

D-Did I h-have... a n-n-nightmare?

Frisk let his head fall down onto the pillow. Despite having gotten his breathing under control, his entire body was trembling all over. He was scared of nightmares. Even being able to remember the contents of one of those horrific imaginations made him want to cry in fear. But despite the tears beginning to flow down his face and wet the pillow he was crying into, he forced himself to remember. He remembered a voice in a pitch black space, calling Frisk's name and desperately called for help. Then the voice suddenly became dark and evil, telling Frisk that if he didn't do what he was told to, he'd be ripped into pieces where he'd stand. The last thing he remembered was demonic-like laughter echoing all around him.

Take a deep breath and relax. Dreams aren't real. Not even the darkest ones.

Frisk got out of bed, stretched his arms and legs to release the cramp that had built up during his sleep and opened the curtains to reveal a bright orange sunrise, the rays illuminating his room up. The noises of early morning traffic echoed all around the town, and up to Frisk's room. He walked over to the wardrobe and opened up each drawer, picking out the first clean clothes he could see and get to. It so happened to be his favorite blue-and-purple striped T-shirt, and his short dark-blue trousers.

Once he was done, Frisk shut the door to his room behind him and headed downstairs. Going into the living room, the first thing he happened upon was Toriel, sitting in a comfy green chair, her head stuck into a cooking book. Toriel didn't seem to hear Frisk come downstairs, so Frisk walked over to her and tugged on her sleeve to get her attention. Peering over the top of the book, Toriel noticed Frisk and gave a loving smile.

''Good morning, my child!'' She beamed, crouching down and kissing Frisk on the forehead. ''Did you sleep well?''

Frisk hesistated for a moment. He did have that nightmare, sure, but despite that, he still felt rather refreshed. She he went ahead and nodded.

''Ah, I am glad to hear. So you are going out with your friends today? I hope you have fun! But come with me first, I have made you a packed lunch to bring with you.''

Frisk followed Toriel into the kitchen, where the latter opened the door on the fridge and fumbled about for a moment before withdrawing a rectangular plastic container, with contents of food inside it, and handed it to Frisk.

''I made some tuna and sweetcorn sandwiches for you. They're wrapped in the tin foil.'' Toriel explained. ''Be careful you do not bash them around too much. I put an orange in too, as well as a carton of orange juice. I decided on orange juice because I do not wish for you to drink too many fizzy drinks, and risk having them rot your teeth.''

Frisk groaned briefly, but then shrugged his shoulders.

It is what it is, I guess. Maybe next time.

''So I guess that is everything...'' Toriel started, but was interrupted when she and Frisk heard a loud banging at the door. ''Oh? Are they already here?''

Frisk jumped with joy and went with Toriel to the door, where they could hear two voices bickering:

''-shouldn't have knocked that hard! We don't want the Human to wake up to the sound of us banging their door down!''

''So?'' The other voice, sounding very lazy, retorted. ''If they're still asleep, then we have to make enough noise for them to hear us. ...I'll knock again.''

The person on the other side of the door was just about to slam the palm of his hand into the door again when Toriel opened it up from the other side.

"Oh, do not worry, we heard you perfectly the first time." She interjected to the two skeletons waiting on the other side. The two of then were, in fact, Sans and Papyrus, two of Frisk's best friends. The two of them always used to squabble amongst each other when they were alone. Sans was the smaller and more wise-cracking of the two, while Papyrus held himself in very high self-esteem. They lived only a few houses down the street from where Frisk and Toriek lived, and were always free to swing by for more than a few hours per day.

"Greetings, Toriel!" Papyrus said to Toriel, barging in and shaking her paw, before turning to Frisk and shaking his hand, too. "And greetings to you too, Human!"

"Hey Toriel," Sans said, less-than-enthusiastic than his brother but still genuinly pleased to see them. "Heya kiddo. You doin' good?"

Frisk smiled and said yes.

"Oh?" Toriel asked. "Sans, you appear to not be speaking in Comic Sans. Why is that?"

"Not too sure myself," Sans admitted. "I think the writer wants to keep the whole story to just one font so it's easier on the reader's eyes."

"And is Undyne not with you either?"

"She said she was busy with... Something." Papyrus answered, not sounding overly sure with the way he said it. "But she'll join us at the park later."

"By something, he means that Undyne's still cleaning that abomination of yours when you were last cooking with her." Sans smirked, an expression of victory on his face.

"It was not an abomination!" Papyrus protested. "It just so happened I didn't know how to utilize a Human mixing machine!"

"It was still an abomination, anyway."

"Then you try cooking something than going to Grillby's next mealtime, see how hard it is for yourself-"

"ANYWAY." Sans cut Papyrus off before he could lecture any further. "Undyne's probably done by now, so are you ready or what, kid?"

Frisk nodded his answer, said goodbye to Toriel, and followed Sans and Papyrus down the road.

"Be good, all right?" Toriel called out to them as they slowly disappeared from her view.

(Author's Note: God, I was laughing so much when I came up with Sans' 4th-wall breaking comment. I'm actually rather glad I thought of that. XD )