Boi life be cruel. At least I have a few classes with people I know, but I have PE. PE FÛCKING SUCKS. Also letting you know, school now so might update less often. Anyways, here's your story now.

You woke to see Sans standing over Frisk, a bloody saw in hand. You immediately sat up and tried to tackle him, but your leg was still attached to the table, so you just ended up grabbing his jacket and yanking it down as your face went to say hi to the floor like it was the branch from chapter two. Lucky for you, it was good enough to make Sans fall onto his back.

"What the hell?!?" He yelled, looking up at you. Frisk took the opportunity to scramble back from him and get up, grabbing a knife on the way. Sans quickly stood up as well, standing between Frisk with the knife and you being awkwardly positioned halfway off of the table.

"You little bitch," Sans said, tightening his grip on the saw (with the hole in his head and the saw, he now reminds me of Horror!Sans XD I swear it wasn't on purpose). He lunged forwards, slicing through the air. Frisk did an expert dodge, tripping him so he fell flat on his face as they moved out of the way. Quickly, they opened the restraint on your leg, grabbed your arm and sprinted out of there like their life depended on it. Which it did.

     By the time you ran managed to run and catch a ride with the Riverperson, you were so out of breath you had to lay down in the boat. It probably didn't help that you still hurt all over from the ants.

     "You okay?" Frisk asked.

     "Pain... blurry... breath..." you mumbled out incoherently, gasping for breath. You lifted your hand weakly in front of your face and rotated, looking at it like you'd never seen it before, "think... thing? What... this?"

     "That is your hand," Frisk said.

     "Imma... name... Fred," you mumbled, before tucking 'Fred' to bed under your shirt and dozing off for a bit.

     Soon you reached Hotland. Frisk woke you to get off, which you did begrudgingly, followed immediately by flopping on the ground and falling asleep again.

     It was cold, very cold. All you could see was white. You were crawling on the ground- you couldn't seem to walk. Suddenly, you bumped into a thing. It was a tall thing which you recognized as a tree, and you immediately started bawling at the top of your lungs because you hurt yourself. You cried and cried, calling for your mother. Where has you gone? Why did you have to be so adventurous.

     "Would whoever's being so loud just shut the fuck up already?!"

     A voice. A grating voice, kind of deep. But it was something. You cried louder, almost shrieking, hoping it would hear you and come to your rescue.

     The person was standing over you now, tall and imposing. You quieted down a bit and lifted your arms up to them, wanting to be picked up. To your delight they did, although a bit awkwardly, holding you at arm's length. You stopped crying and made hand motions, wanting to be held closer.

     "What the hell are you supposed to be?" The figure asked, "some kinda... baby?" He held turned you around in his hands, inspecting you. He held you upside down for a few seconds, and your face turned red as you started crying again. The figure grew uncomfortable, unsure what to do. He turned you right side up again, and you calmed down a bit, but not much.

     "What do you want, dammit?" He asked. He held you closer, and you calmed down a bit more. Awkwardly, he held you up against his shoulder and patted your back twice. You giggled, having stopped crying.

     Something in the figure's face caught your attention- it was shiny, and you liked it. You grabbed at it, still giggling.

     "Hey, don't touch that!" He said. He looked at you for a couple of seconds, the smiled.

     "Ya know, I think I like you- ya little bitch."

     "Shiny thing!" You said, sitting up fast. You immediately regretted your decision, clutching your chest and slowly lowering your self down.

"You're awake. You okay?" Frisk asked.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owwwwwwww........." you kept saying until you were flat on your back. You gave a thumb's up, "yep. Never better."

"Well, okay then. Think you can get moving?"

"Give me a bit. Still... ow."

"Well, I need to go fight Mettaton. Be back in a bit, ok?" Frisk said, and left.

"Wait- aaaand, they're gone. That's rude." You shifted your body a bit, getting more comfortable, then let out a long sigh.

     "(Y/N)!" A voice said.

     "Gah!" You startled, sitting up, then immediately regretted your decision.

     "(Y/N)! Are you okay?" You looked out of the corner of your eyes and saw the speaker was Flowey.

"I... what? Yes. Maybe. No? I don't... words!" You managed to stumble out of your mouth.

"Look, I know you want to stay with Frisk, but really. They just left you to fend for yourself when you're injured. It doesn't sound like they care about you much."

"They saved me from Sans."

"Yeah, but I saw them. They just needed help with MTT. Pretty soon they're gonna come back and they're gonna tell you they can't beat them without you. They don't care, they just want to get out."

"Yeah, but they can't be all bad. They just want to leave. It's the monsters here that attacked first."

"But that's no excuse! They should just be the bigger person and not fight back? Come on, (Y/N), please? Please! Don't be stupid! Help me fight them!"

"Well....."

964 words yaYA!

Also, side with Flowey or Frisk?

     FYI, my mom has banned me from my phone for who knows how long for using too much data so might not be able to update much.

Anyways, need school now, so remember, the universe is an illusion reality is a lie and I was born on a Tuesday but they gave birth on a Wednesday and we drive on the parkway and park on the driveway and reality is a LIE so buy gold BYE PERSONS!
~Time Shadow