"You're almost there..."

Frisk was dreaming again, she had needed sleep, and had taken a nap under one of the many sentry stands around the underground.

The boy was there, sitting beside her as they looked upon a city, and a castle, that no longer existed.

"I know..." She whispered, lowering her face to look at the ground.

"Why do you look away?" He asked her.

"I'm scared." She admitted.

"Why?" The other child asked, curious.

"If I get past Asgore, would I stay here.. find a way to the surface... the Monsters should see the sun. But I don't want to loose my new friends, what if I have family up there?" She cried, with tears slipping down her face.

Pale hands reached over and wiped her face, and startling crimson eyes came into view.

"You need to keep going forward, you already know what waits in your Soul." The unknown Skeleton said.

"I don't have anyone waiting..." Escaped her, and a feeling of relief came to her.

"No, but you have Sans and Papyrus waiting for you, here, no matter what." The boy said. "But be careful of Toriel, and the hatred."

"Hatred?"

"Don't worry too much, it can only effect you if you allow it." The tall skeleton said, and the whole time, he had been staring at the city below them.

"Who are you two, I feel like I should know the Skeleton, but you confuse me?" Frisk asked.

"I'm just a broken existence." The Skeleton replied.

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"Ow!"

Frisk rubbed the back of her head, she had suddenly woken after that strange answer in the dream.

She got out of the hiding spot and brushed herself off, and then, sighing, headed the final distance to the castle...

Not seeing the being that was silently watching her from afar, through a reflective surface.

"Let's see if you can prove me wrong Frisk..."