Frisk sat up in bed, sweaty and sticky and panting. Her body was warm, a pool of heat in her stomach.

Did she really just have that dream?

About Death of all people?

She groaned, flopping back down. Her heart was going in two directions. Three weeks ago, she would've given anything to be with her mother.

Now, she wasn't so sure.

-_-

"Keep your eyes closed." Sans ordered as he led Frisk. His excitement was palpable.

Frisk had barely stepped out of her room when Sans had told her that he needed to show her something, now. His touch on her back had sent an electric shock down her spine, remembering her dream last night.

"Where are you taking me?" Frisk asked. She received no answer.

"And...here...we are!"

Her eyes opened, staring at the place before her. 

It was a garden, the flowers shining strangely. With a closer look, she saw the flowers were gemstones. Everyone was carefully cut and shone to perfection.

Frisk stared at it, Sans starting to sweat. "Um, do you like it? I thought, well, maybe you'll be more comfortable here if there was a garden, and since plants can't really grow here, I thought "Hey, maybe gemstones will work!" But, if you don't like it, I could always get rid of it-"

"I love it!"

Sans felt a blush appear as Frisk hugged him. He was used to the cold touches of the dead, but her touch was warm and gentle. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her.

"WOOF!"

"Oh boy." Death mumbled, before Mercy was licked.

She looked up to see...a three headed dog. Each head looked like a dragon skull. An eager smile was on each of its faces as it nuzzled her. Frisk giggled lightly, Sans frowning. "Some guard dog you are."