(If it's in Italics, Frisk is signing it with her hands. If it's in Bold Italics, Frisk is using morse code. If it's Underlined, it's part of the nightmare.)

Frisk blew out the candles on yet another birthday cake.

It was Frisk's tenth birthday.

And the fifth anniversary of when she first came to the Underground.

"My child, do you like your birthday cake?" Toriel asked.

Yes mom. It is very delicious.

"Frisk? Is something bothering you?" Toriel asked.

I found something weird...

"Oh? What was that?" Toriel inquired.

I... I found a toy knife... And a pretty ribbon. Who did they belong to? We're the only two down here...

Toriel was silent, and her eyes began to well up.

Mom?

"I'm fine Frisk. Alright, well, if you need me, you know where to go," Toriel said, fast-walking into the living room.

Frisk immediately hopped up and ran to the large door, pretending nothing just happened.

This was the door that the voice was behind.

"How was your birthday kid?" Sans asked.

Fine.

"What did you wish for?" he inquired.

You'll laugh at me if I tell you...

"Kid, I don't laugh at things unless they're hilarious, so unless you wished for something crazily funny, I won't laugh," Sans assured.

I wished that...

That I could meet you face-to-face.

Sans was silent.

Frisk began to worry that she had said something stupid.

"Kid... That is the nicest thing I've ever heard," Sans said, clearly happy.

Frisk smiled, relieved.

Anytime.

Frisk suddenly heard snow crunching from the other side of the door.

"Oh, hey Papyrus!" Sans exclaimed.

"Sans... Why are you talking to a door?" Papyrus asked.

"Because all the ladies find it a-door-able," Sans answered.

Frisk began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Nyeh heh heh! A laughing door!" Papyrus said.

"You got it bro," Sans agreed.

"Brother, you still need to reset your traps. It's been five years and you still haven't done it!" Papyrus complained.

"Sorry Paps. I just felt 'trapped' in that job, and needed a vacation," Sans said, chuckling.

Frisk laughed again.

"Hmmm... Can I see that door, brother?" Papyrus asked.

"Go right ahead Paps," Sans said.

Snow crunched on Sans' side of the door.

How are you Papyrus?

"Nyeh! The door knows my name!" Papyrus shouted.

Papyrus had learned morse code when he was training to be a royal guardsman.

I heard you're a very famous guardsman.

"Even the door has heard of me! And knows that I, the Great Papyrus, am the best royal guardsman ever!" Papyrus proudly proclaimed.

"Do you like the door Paps?" Sans asked.

"Yes... Why have you been hiding it so long?" Papyrus replied.

"Eh, I just never got around to telling you," Sans said.

A ringing came from the other side of the door.

"It's Undyne! She said she needs to meet with me in Snowdin. There's been another human sighting! Maybe this is the one!" Papyrus exclaimed.

Snow crunched further and further away.

"Listen kid, I need to go watch Papyrus. Do you wanna talk later?" Sans asked.

Yes please.

"Alright, see ya later," Sans said.

Frisk waited a moment for the inevitable.

She knew it was coming.

There was no avoiding it.

Almost as if on que, Flowey appeared.

"You are such an idiot Frisk! Don't you see? You could make this all stop, let Sans have his brother back, and bring peace if you'd just DIE! They need a human soul. You have one. Piece it together?" Flowey said in rapid succession.

Frisk was about to slap Flowey when she realized.

Flowey was right.

Frisk could make this all stop if she'd die.

"You know Toriel won't let you out though. So here's the plan. We're going to figure out what we're going to do on the other side, but we need to wait until you're eighteen. Toriel is strict, and you may be her child, but she has absolutely NO control over you once you're eighteen!" Flowey suggested.

Frisk nodded, easily swayed by Flowey's seemingly rational logic.

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It was now night time.

"You know Frisk, we could speed up this whole process if you kill Toriel," Flowey said.

Frisk shook her head, firmly disagreeing.

Flowey rolled his eyes.

"You really are such an idiot... And here comes the goat..." Flowey said, hiding behind Frisk's closet.

Toriel walked into Frisk's room.

"Frisk, Sans is looking for you," Toriel said.

Frisk immediately got off her bed and sprinted past Toriel, quickly reaching the door.

Sans?

"Hey Frisk! I was looking for you. We said we'd talk," Sans said.

Sorry, I forgot.

"It's okay, I usually forget things too. Like forgetting to read Paps a bed time st-" Sans said before stopping suddenly.

Go ahead.

"Thanks kid! I'll be right back!" Sans shouted.

Toriel stood a few feet behind Frisk without her knowledge.

Frisk sat there, putting her hand on the door.

How she longed to meet the voice that called itself 'Sans'.

She pondered what he looked like.

She tried to picture it, but the only boy she'd ever remembered seeing was a flower.

Frisk hugged the door.

Toriel smiled warmly.

Frisk sat there waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

She waited out there the entire night.

Sans didn't come back.

'He must've forgotten' Frisk thought.

Slightly saddened by this thought, Frisk became more determined to wait for Sans.

However, she fell asleep in the process.

Toriel, thinking Frisk went up to bed, fell asleep in her room.

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You know Frisk...

This is all YOUR FAULT...

You let me do this...

Did you even TRY to stop me?

Heeheehee!

It wouldn't matter if you did...

It makes no difference...

No matter what you do...

No matter what you try...

There is no chance of escape for you...

You'll just have to watch me kill your friends and so-called 'family'...

Over and over and over and over AND OVER!

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Frisk awoke screaming once more.

Only, Toriel didn't hear her this time.

Frisk sat there, sobbing her eyes out.

"Kid?!" Sans asked, worried.

Frisk looked around, realizing she was sitting next to the door.

Frisk kept crying.

"Frisk, please stop crying. You're killing me kiddo," Sans said, sounding sad.

Frisk tried, but she couldn't stop crying.

"Frisk... It's going to be okay... She's gone now... She's never coming back," Sans assured.

Frisk calmed down, but suddenly got confused.

You know about Chara?

"I don't really want to talk about it..." Sans said.

I'm sorry.

"Heh. It's okay Frisk. That's all in the past," Sans told Frisk.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence, before Sans said something completely serious.

"And let's keep it that way..." he added.

Frisk shook.

Sans had never spoken like that, with such malice in his voice.

"Welp, I think you should get off to bed now kiddo," Sans said.

No.

"No? Why not?" Sans asked.

I wanna stay out here with you.

"Heh. Okay Frisk, I'll stay here with ya," Sans agreed.

Frisk laid down again, then proceeded to fall asleep.

Sans sat on the other side of the door, quiet, thinking about Chara.

He thought of all the things she said to him.

And when she handed him Papyrus' scarf...

That damn monster.