Frisk started running through the darkness that surrounded her, memories of the timelines surrounded her as well. Genocide, Pacifist and Neutral. Her fists clenched together at the Genocide ones, she kept running even if her lungs hurt. Then suddenly the ground beneath her gave out, she reached for something to grab... Anything

Falling down

Deeper

Deeper

Deeper

Deeper

Until.....

*Thud*