As they continued on their journey, Frisk couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut. He couldn't stop thinking about the shadowy figure they had seen, and their mind raced with possibilities of what it could be.
"I can't stop thinking about it, Rem," Frisk said, breaking the silence between them. "That figure was so strange. I don't think it was a monster or human. It was something else entirely."
Rem nodded thoughtfully. "I understand how you feel, Frisk. I was curious about it too. But we can't dwell on it. Our priority is to get to Snowdin safely."
Frisk nodded in agreement, but the curiosity still gnawed at him. He wondered if he would ever encounter the shadowy figure again and if he would ever learn its true identity.
Frisk and Rem had been wandering through the shadow forest for hours, their feet crunching on the fallen leaves as they moved deeper into the trees. As they went further, the shadows grew darker, and Frisk began to feel uneasy. They couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them from the trees.
Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the trees, making Frisk's heart race. "What was that?" he whispered, his voice trembling with fear.
Rem's eyes darted around, scanning the trees for any signs of danger. "We need to move as fast as possible," he said, grabbing Frisk's hand and pulling him forward.
Frisk stumbled along behind Rem, trying to keep up as they ran deeper into the forest. The growling grew louder, and Frisk's fear mounted with each passing moment. "What's happening?" he gasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of his racing heart.
Rem didn't answer. He kept running, his grip on Frisk's hand tightening with each passing second.
"What's going on?" Frisk asked again, his voice shaking.
Rem hesitated for a moment before speaking. "We need to keep moving," he said as his eyes darted around the clearing. "It's not safe to keep still right now."
Frisk didn't understand what was happening, but he trusted Rem's judgment. He nodded silently, trying to calm his breathing as he quickly tagged along with Rem.
But as they continued walking, the growl grew louder and more menacing. Frisk started to tremble with fear, wondering what kind of creature could make such a terrifying sound.
"Rem, what is that?" Frisk whispered.
"It's nothing to worry about," Rem replied, trying to sound reassuring. "We just need to move quickly and quietly."
Frisk nodded, but the fear in his eyes was still evident. He quickened their pace, Rem leading the way with a determined stride.
As they rounded a bend in the path, they saw the source of the growling. It was a massive, hulking creature, covered in matted fur and snarling with bared teeth.
Rem recognized it immediately as one of Beast Tamers' beasts, a deadly predator that could take down even the strongest warriors.
But instead of warning Frisk, Rem kept his knowledge to himself, not wanting to further alarm the already frightened human.
"We need to keep moving," Rem said firmly. "Don't look back, just keep going."
Frisk followed Rem's lead, trusting his companion to lead him to safety. As they fled deeper into the forest, the growling faded into the distance behind them.
It wasn't until they were safely out of the forest that Rem finally revealed the truth to Frisk.
"That was one of Beast Tamers' beasts," Rem said, his voice tense with emotion. "We're lucky to have made it out alive."
Frisk's eyes widened in horror as he realized just how close he had come to danger. But he also felt grateful to have had Rem by his side, guiding him to safety and keeping him safe from harm.
As the sun began to dip low on the horizon, Rem realized that they needed to make camp for the night. But he also knew that they couldn't afford to do so in the open, not with Beast Tamers on the prowl.
"Frisk, we need to find a safe place to camp for the night," Rem said, scanning the area for any signs of danger. "But we can't stay out in the open. Beast Tamers are still active in this area."
Frisk nodded, understanding the gravity of his situation. He knew that he had to be careful, that one wrong move could mean the end of his journey.
Rem looked around, trying to come up with a plan. He remembered a cave not too far away from their current position, a place that he had once used as a hideout during a previous mission.
"If we can make it to that cave, we'll be safe for the night," Rem said, pointing towards the rocky outcropping in the distance. "But we have to move quickly and stay quiet."
Frisk nodded again, their eyes darting around for any sign of danger. He followed Rem's lead, moving quickly and stealthily towards the cave.
As they entered the cave, Rem lit a small fire, using only enough wood to provide a little warmth without attracting any unwanted attention. They settled down for the night, trying to get some rest despite the danger that surrounded them.
Rem couldn't help but worry about what the morning would bring. He knew that they couldn't stay hidden forever, that they would have to face the Beast Tamers eventually. But for now, all he could do was rest and prepare for the battles to come.
Frisk lay next to Rem, trying to block out the sounds of the forest around him. He felt safe with Rem by his side, but he also knew that they had to be ready for anything.
As he drifted off to sleep, Frisk made a silent promise to himself to do whatever it took to survive, to protect himself and his companion no matter what.
Frisk awoke suddenly to the sound of a low growling, their heart racing with fear. They sat up and looked around, trying to identify the source of the sound.
"Rem," Frisk whispered urgently. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Rem replied, his voice groggy with sleep.
"That growling," Frisk said, their voice shaking with fear. "It sounded really close."
Rem sat up, his senses on high alert. He strained to listen for any sound, but he heard nothing out of the ordinary.
"Frisk, I think it's just your imagination," Rem said, trying to reassure the frightened child. "We're safe here, remember? We're hidden away in this cave."
But Frisk wasn't convinced. The growling had sounded so real, so close. They couldn't shake the feeling that something dangerous was lurking just outside.
"I don't think it was my imagination," Frisk said, their voice trembling. "I heard it, I swear."
Rem sighed, realizing that Frisk wouldn't be able to rest until he checked for himself. He got up from where he had been lying down and walked towards the mouth of the cave.
Frisk followed behind him, his eyes darting around in fear. But as they stepped outside, they saw nothing but the dark forest stretching out before them.
"See, there's nothing here," Rem said, turning back to Frisk with a reassuring smile.
But just as he spoke, they both heard the growling again, louder and more menacing than before.
Rem's face went pale with fear as he realized what they were facing.
"Frisk, get back inside the cave," Rem ordered, his voice tense with urgency. "It's one of Beast Tamers' beasts. We have to get out of here, now!"
Frisk scrambled back inside the cave, fear gripping his heart. He could hear the growling getting closer, the sound of snapping jaws and scratching claws filling the air.
But Rem was already moving, grabbing his pack and leading the way towards the exit. Frisk followed close behind, their heart pounding with terror.
As they burst out of the cave, they saw the massive beast standing before them, its eyes blazing with fury.
Rem drew his sword out of thin air, ready to fight for their lives. Frisk stood behind him, their own weapon at the ready.
The battle was fierce and intense, the sound of clashing steel and snarling beasts filling the air. But in the end, Rem and Frisk emerged victorious, the beast lying dead at their feet, which soon turned into dust.
As they caught their breath and gathered their belongings, Rem turned to Frisk with a look of concern.
"Frisk, I'm sorry I didn't believe you earlier," Rem said, his voice filled with regret. "You were right, and I should have listened to you."
Frisk smiled, relief flooding through him. He knew that they had faced a dangerous situation and came out on top, thanks to their own instincts and the support of his friend.
"We're okay now," Frisk said, their voice still shaking a little. "That's all that matters."
Rem nodded, his face grim. He knew that they still had a long and difficult journey ahead of them, but he also knew that they had each other. And in the end, that was all that really mattered.
As the dust settled around the fallen beast, Frisk and Rem exchanged a wary glance. They knew that the commotion and the creature's disappearance would likely draw the attention of other Beast Tamers in the area. Time was of the essence, and they needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Without wasting another moment, they turned and sprinted away from the scene, their footsteps echoing through the forest. The trees seemed to blur together as they ran, the urgency of their situation propelling them forward.
Frisk's heart pounded in his chest, and his breath came in ragged gasps as he ran alongside Rem. Fear and adrenaline coursed through his veins, driving him to move faster, to put as much distance between himself and any potential pursuers.
Rem's instincts kicked in, guiding them through the forest as he tried to choose a path that would give them the best chance of evading the Beast Tamers. He kept glancing over his shoulder, his senses on high alert for any signs of danger.
"We need to find a way to lose them," Rem panted, his voice urgent as they kept running.
Frisk nodded, his determination unwavering. He focused on the path ahead, his feet carrying him through the dense underbrush and over uneven terrain. The forest seemed endless, and each passing second felt like an eternity.
Suddenly, they heard the distant sound of voices behind them, shouts that grew louder with each passing moment. The Beast Tamers were on their trail, closing in fast.
"We can't keep running forever," Frisk said, his voice filled with both anxiety and determination.
Rem's eyes scanned their surroundings, searching for any possible escape route. Then he spotted a narrow trail leading off to the side, hidden by thick foliage. It seemed to be heading deeper into the forest.
"Follow me," Rem said, veering off the main path and onto the narrow trail.
Frisk followed without hesitation, his trust in Rem unwavering. The trail was rough and overgrown, but they pressed on, hoping it would lead them to safety.
As they continued down the trail, the sounds of pursuit grew fainter, giving them a small glimmer of hope. They kept moving, the minutes stretching on as they navigated the winding path.
Finally, they emerged into a small clearing, surrounded by towering trees and the soothing sound of a babbling brook. They stopped to catch their breath, their chests heaving as they exchanged a relieved look.
"We should rest for a moment," Rem suggested, his voice hushed.
Frisk nodded, sinking down onto the grassy ground beside the brook. The tension began to ease from their bodies as they took in their surroundings.
As they rested, Frisk couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and determination. He was facing a perilous journey, pursued by powerful adversaries, but he was also finding strength in their friendship and the bond they shared.
With the sound of rushing water in the background, they knew that they couldn't afford to rest for long. They needed to gather their strength, devise a plan, and continue onward—facing whatever challenges lay ahead as a united front.
As Frisk and Rem caught their breath in the tranquil clearing, a tense silence settled over them. But that tranquility was short-lived, shattered by the rustling of leaves and the sound of footsteps. Beasts and Beast Tamers emerged from the shadows, surrounding the clearing on all sides.
Frisk's heart sank as the gravity of their situation sunk in. He exchanged a worried glance with Rem, his determination unwavering even in the face of adversity.
Among the group of Beast Tamers, one stepped forward—Doggo, a stern-looking figure with canine features. His gaze fell upon Rem and then shifted to Frisk, his expression a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
"Why are you aiding this human, Rem?" Doggo asked, his voice a low growl. "You know well that King Asgore has forbidden any interaction between our kind and humans. To defy his orders is to invite severe consequences."
Rem squared his shoulders, his gaze unwavering as he met Doggo's eyes. "This human is innocent, Doggo. They mean no harm to our kind. I cannot stand by and watch them come to harm."
Doggo's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a snarl. "Innocent or not, Rem, you are risking everything by sheltering them. The king's orders are not to be taken lightly."
Frisk stepped forward, his voice steady despite his fear. "I promise we mean no harm. Rem is helping me get back home."
Doggo's eyes flicked towards Frisk, his expression softening slightly. But his determination remained resolute.
"Even if your intentions are pure, the consequences could be dire," Doggo warned. "If King Asgore were to discover this, you and the human both would face punishment."
Rem clenched his fists, his resolve unwavering. "I don't care about the consequences. I won't stand by while innocent lives are put in danger. I'll protect Frisk no matter what."
With those words, Rem's defiance sparked a fire within him. He drew his weapon and positioned himself between Frisk and the encroaching Beasts and Beast Tamers.
"Frisk, run!" Rem shouted over his shoulder, his voice filled with determination.
Frisk hesitated for a moment, torn between his instinct to help Rem and the realization that he needed to escape. With a final, determined look at Rem, he turned and sprinted away from the clearing, disappearing into the trees.
As the battle ensued, Rem fought with all his might, defending himself against the Beasts and Beast Tamers who sought to subdue him. He fought not only for his own survival but also to protect the fragile trust he had formed with Frisk.
Blows were exchanged, magic crackled in the air, and Rem's determination held firm against the onslaught. Each strike brought him closer to exhaustion, but he refused to yield.
Frisk ran through the forest, his heart heavy with worry for Rem. But he also knew that Rem was strong and capable, and they had to believe in his ability to protect himself.
As the sounds of battle faded into the distance, Frisk's determination burned brighter than ever. He would find a way to reunite with Rem, to face the challenges ahead together.
Frisk's heart raced as a throwing knife narrowly missed him, embedding itself into a nearby tree trunk. His eyes scanned the area, trying to pinpoint the source of the attack. They followed the trajectory of the knife and their gaze landed on a goat-like monster perched on a tree branch.
The goat monster had an air of authority about her, her eyes focused and determined. Frisk could see a set of knives floating around her, and a sense of danger washed over them as they realized the extent of her magical abilities.
Frisk's survival instincts kicked in, and he quickly dodged the flurry of knives that the goat monster sent their way. Each knife was a deadly reminder of the threat that she posed.
As the goat monster created more knives out of thin air, Frisk's mind raced. He had faced danger before, but this opponent seemed to have an upper hand with her magic.
The goat monster's voice was cold and commanding as she spoke. "You can't escape, human. I am a member of the Royal Guard, and I will fulfill my duty to capture you."
Frisk's determination burned even stronger. He couldn't afford to give up now, not after all they had been through.
"You can't force me to return," Frisk retorted, their voice firm. "I won't let you take me to King Asgore."
The goat monster's eyes narrowed, her grip on the knives tightening. "Your soul belongs to King Asgore. His ambition to collect the souls of humans and break the barrier must be fulfilled, no matter the cost."
Frisk's heart pounded with a mix of fear and anger. He refused to be a pawn in someone else's plans.
Frisk desperately tried to summon his own magic, but to his dismay, it failed to activate. Instead, a surge of energy backfired, exploding in his face, leaving them disoriented and vulnerable. The goat-like monster took advantage of this moment of weakness and expertly threw a knife, which struck Frisk and sent him sprawling to the ground.
Dazed and in pain, Frisk struggled to regain their footing, but the goat monster was swift. She closed the distance between them with a determined look, and with a single, powerful blow, she knocked Frisk unconscious. The last thing Frisk saw before darkness overtook him was the cold, unyielding gaze of their adversary.
Unbeknownst to him, Rem and the ongoing battle in the clearing remained out of sight and earshot as Frisk's world faded to black.