And then, before I knew what was happening, I was tied up and thrown into the pond to drown. Heh. I wish I did ...

Feeling returned into Frisk's body and they quickly sat up, gasping for air. Once again, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of their lungs. They held their head which was pounding harder than ever.

What was that? Was it a dream? Whose voice was that in their head? They were confused and lost. They were pretty sure they weren't hearing memories ... After all, Asriel and Chara were still alive. This voice was new ... They felt around to make sure they weren't still half-conscious. They felt the golden flowers, the hard ground, their pinch on the arm. Okay, everything was working.

Wait for me, Asriel. Frisk thought as they stood up slowly. I'm going to save you and Chara both.

They ran past the Ruins, past Froggits and Moldsmals ... only stopping at Toriel's Home to pick up Chara's diary and the red haversack. Then, they got out quickly and headed for Snowdin.

The cold air hit them like a punch. It was near impossible to run through Snowdin Forest when a blizzard was on the way. Once again, Frisk felt the curious stares on their back but paid them no heed. They had to fix their mistakes in their last run quickly.

Then they stopped. But they did do a reset after all ... there was no reason to think they were running out of time. Feeling guilty for being so self-occupied, they turned back and helped out the Gyftrots and other monsters in the area.

After leaving Lesser Dog (whom Frisk petted for 10 minutes straight), they crossed the bridge to Snowdin town. For the second time, they saw a badly disguised trap on the ground and a pile of snow at the corner.

They giggle in spite of themself, knowing already, what was going to happen as they cautiously stepped around the trap.

"HEY!" The skeleton jumped out from the snow.

They run over to hug Papyrus again who asked if this was some sort of sneak attack.

Sometimes, starting all over again wasn't so bad with great friends like him ...

There he was, his brother being a kind of doofus, trying to capture a human with his traps. He on the other hand, just keeps making awful jokes.

"Sans! What did you do?!" Papyrus cried angrily after getting electrocuted.

"I think the human has to hold the orb." He said, trying to suppress his laughter.

Then, that scene disappeared and faded slowly to darkness. There was a flash of blue in his left eye and suddenly, he found himself looking at a human child, filled with hatred.

"On days like these, kids like you ... ."

And then, he raised his hand, attacking the child before they could even react. In approximately 5 seconds, he had killed them. He felt a strange sense of both justified anger and fear, staring at the bloodied mess on the floor. Somehow, he knew that he would have to re-live this fight again.

Then that scene faded to darkness. Sans was back to looking at himself in third person, staring at a door at a cave. He knocked twice.

"Who's there?" rang a voice.

"Toby."

"Toby who?"

"To - by (be) honest, Snowdin's not so cold if ya don't have skin." He snickered.

The voice on the other side of the door laughed too, albeit a little forcefully. He tried another joke, and then another, but the laughter on the other side sounded less enthusiastic with every bad joke and pun. So he decided to ask what was up.

Finally, the voice replied, her tone serious. "Hey, hear me out?"

"Yeah?" he answered.

The voice hesitated for a moment. "If a human ever comes through this door... could you please, please promise something? Watch over them, and protect them, will you not?"

It was a strange request and Sans wasn't so keen on it. Especially not after what happened to Asriel ... But the lady sounded so heart-broken and pleading. Maybe he'll do it. She was his friend after all, and he trusted her.

"Sure, lady. I will."

Sans woke up from his slumber perspiring profusely. What was that? He knew he should never have taken an afternoon nap. They always result in the weirdest dreams. He climbed out of bed, groaning. He had a throbbing headache now ...

This dream was undeniably unusual though, even for afternoon nap-dreams. And that's saying a lot. He wondered who the characters in his dream were. Sure, he recognised Papyrus but who was that human child in the striped shirt? Somehow, they seem familiar, like he's met them before. Then, there was that voice from the Ruins. But surely no one lives there now ... the Royal Family has gone to their New Home anyway, just before Gaster's fall ...

Gaster. Something clicked in him as he walked down the stairs to the living room. Could he be possibly seeing what Gaster saw ...? Then, this means ...

"Are you able to see the future? Or possible futures? What about other timelines?" his friend asked eagerly, pen on his clipboard, ready to move at any second.

Sans frowned, closing his eyes then opening them. "No ..."

His friend scribbled something down quickly before checking Sans's neuron activities on a monitor next to him. "That's odd ... You should be able to do that now ..."

Sans came back to present time. Could this be what Gaster was referring to then? Of course, they both knew that there was a possibility of another timeline and multiple futures, but no one has ever been able to see it before. Sans remembered undergoing lots of experimentations to try and do just that ... to no avail. However, Gaster did see something in his sleep one night but didn't specify what exactly. It had lead him to his death though ...

But that was technically Sans's fault too ... He felt his knees weaken as he recalled the incident. Although Gaster was disturbed and mentally affected by what he saw, Sans shouldn't have tweaked the machine to allow him to travel to the future ... It didn't work. Something went wrong. He had messed something up.

He had killed his friend.

Sans stayed there, sitting at the foot of his stairs, head buried in his knees for a few minutes.

Breathe, he told himself. You're not gonna mess with Time anymore. No one's gonna get hurt anymore.

Lifting his head, he realised the sun was about to set and that there was a raging blizzard outside. Papyrus isn't back yet and that worries him a little.

He picked himself up and pushed all other thoughts of the past to the back of the head. Now, he needed to focus on finding Papyrus. So he grabbed his keys and headed to the door, bracing himself for the snow storm.

Frisk thought they saw Sans's grin falter for half a second when their eyes connected.

"This is awesome! Have you ever tried spaghetti, Sans?" Papyrus said excitedly, spraying sauce everywhere but it barely affected the both of them.

"Hey." Sans said, his hand, already strapped to a whoopee cushion, on autopilot, even though his brain was firing off multiple things at the same time. What is this? Déjà vu? Some weird cruel twist of fate? Why was this human child from his dreams here with Papyrus?

And the worst part is, for some reason, he feels like he actually knows this kid. Like he's seen or met them somewhere, sometime before, outside of a dream.

He could hear Papyrus telling the kid not to take the hand because of the whoopee cushion and the child giggled nervously.

Frisk saw that Sans had retracted his hand and didn't talk much. He stood silent, thinking. He was hearing but not really listening.

"SANS!" Papyrus yelled, waving a hand in front of his brother's face. "Did you hear me? I asked for the time!"

Sans jerked. "Oh, uh ... half-past eight."

"ALREADY? I haven't prepared for my next puzzle yet! We must head home now!"

Following that, on cue, Papyrus mentioned that he was having Frisk over tonight. They look at Sans whose expression on the surface was unreadable, but looked somehow, agitated and afraid.

"Is everything alright?" Frisk asked softly.

Sans glanced at Frisk and quickly chuckled. "I'm just worried he may get mad at -"

"Whoopee cushions." Frisk finished. Then, they continued. "What's really wrong, Sans? Do you hate guests in your house? Or do you hate me?"

Their heartbeat quickened. They couldn't believe they just asked him that! But then again, he was acting strange. Unlike Papyrus who behaved exactly the same way after Frisk reset, Sans was different ... He wasn't saying the same things, doing the same things ... So that means, he knows, right? That Frisk reset the timeline? That still doesn't explain why he seems to loathe them though.

"Heh." Sans looked at Frisk with an intensity. "As long as you don't steal all the ketchup. I'm okay."

They sigh. Why is he being so secretive?

"Anyway," he continued, "you go on ahead. I'll see ya later."

They thought about staying and asking Sans if he knew that Frisk just reset the timeline. But deciding it was too risky, they turned around and walked out of Grillby's instead. They were here to save Asriel and Chara. What Sans thought of them didn't matter so long as he didn't interfere with their plans.

Or at least, that's what Frisk was trying to convince themself.

As they lay on the couch that night, they thought carefully about what they needed to do. Bring Undyne to Alphys first. However, they still gave Papyrus the idea of being a Royal Guard though, because why not? They just have to make sure this was after Undyne has been acquainted with Alphys.

Then, they heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, they saw Sans.

"Hungry?" They ask.

Sans looked surprised. "Yeah ... and uhh. Thought you might want this." He threw Frisk a blanket.

"Thanks."

He shrugged and headed to the kitchen. "Want anything?"

They shook their head.

A moment later, Sans emerged with a plate of hot fries. "So why are you here?"

Frisk realised they weren't holding the diary in their hands like the last time. "Umm ... I fell in. It was an accident."

The skeleton gave them a strange look. They weren't really sure what to make of it. Frisk quickly looked away. They remembered asking Sans about just moving into town.

"Where did you come from?" They questioned, staring at their hands. "Papyrus said you guys just moved to Snowdin."

Sans paused. "Did uh, Papyrus say anything else?"

They fiddled with their thumbs. What would happen if they brought up time travel right now? Of course, they had no evidence to suggest the two came here by time travel but Sans seemed to be acting weirdly, hinting that he might know something.

Alright fine. Frisk rationalised. It's still a pretty weak reason to suddenly bring up time travel.

They shake their head again. "No."

Sans grinned wider. "Welp. You know, my memory's not what it used to be."

Frisk didn't feel like engaging in conversation anymore. They curled up in a ball and wrapped the blanket around them. "I know. Goodnight, Sans."

"Goodnight, kid." They hear Sans reply, followed by his footsteps shuffling up the stairs.

They close their eyes, feeling tired and ... disappointed? They weren't quite sure why. What were they expecting anyway? Maybe they should have brought up time travel. Perhaps Sans does know more than he was letting on.

All this was just speculation though ... Frisk couldn't confirm if Sans knowing something this time round was the reason as to why he was acting a little differently.

They sighed and tried to sleep. It was an hour or two before they finally manage to drift off ...

The next morning, Frisk woke up to find the same plate of spaghetti and note on the ground. Finally. Some consistency. They breathed and let out a sigh of relief. So, it was Christmas Eve today.

They got up to find Papyrus in the kitchen writing on his Christmas gift list.

"Human! You are awake!" He exclaimed in surprise as he tried to hide his list.

Frisk pointed to it. "Need help?"

The rest of the day passed relatively quickly with them finding everything they needed almost instantaneously. Of course, Frisk tried their best to act confused or unaware so that Papyrus wasn't too shocked.

It was still fun though. Re-living Christmas never gets boring. Frisk decided. The atmosphere and spirit were as festive as ever.

Finally, they got home and got on with wrapping the presents. They thought it looked much better the second time round. And as expected, Papyrus was praising Frisk's work when he came home to see it.

Then, he pulled out something from behind him. It was a green box with a silver ribbon around it. "This is for you," he said, handing it to Frisk. "But don't open it yet! Wait 'till Christmas tomorrow!"

They took it with shock. This was unexpected. Well, sure, he did give them a present the last time round but he only did it because Sans told him they were looking for a key right? But Frisk hadn't said anything last night! A burning curiosity ignited in them as they wondered what could be inside.

"SAN'S PRESENT!" Papyrus suddenly exclaimed.

Frisk barely looked up. They turned over the box and shook it, putting it to their ear. They were trying to discern what was inside. "I think Sans will appreciate a pet rock," they mumbled.

A slow smile crept across Papyrus's face. "Yes ... YES! That's IT! A ROCK!"

That night, they found themself on the rooftop, star, well, rock-gazing with Papyrus just like before. The snow fell just as gently. Soon, the skeleton was fast asleep and although it was the second time Frisk had seen this scene, they still thought it was adorable.

"Hey, kid," said a gruff voice from behind.

"He's asleep," replied Frisk, standing up, brushing off the snow from their lap. "Need help with carrying him to bed?"

Sans gave them a peculiar look. "Err ... no? How 'bout you just wait in the living room, kid."

They shrug and head back down. A moment later, Sans appeared on the stairs.

"You know, I almost couldn't get his present done on time this year. This is the first time he's asked for an action figure of himself as a Royal Guard. I wonder who put that idea in his head." Sans said as he came towards Frisk.

Was this when they opened Papyrus's present? It was, right? They reach for his gift that was on the sofa.

"Is it midnight?" they ask.

"Yep ..."

Frisk quickly unwrapped it, almost yanking and throwing the lid across the room. It landed on the carpeted floor instead. Sans watched on silently.

It was a glass sculpture of a key, a little tinier than Frisk's head.

They sucked in their breath. Time seemed to have slowed to a stop. Frisk looked at Sans. "What ... did you tell him ...?"

Sans met their gaze. "I had a feeling ... you seem like the key collector sort."

Frisk shakily put the sculpture back into the box. "You know ..."

"What do I know?" Sans returned.

They were suddenly overcome with emotion. Maybe it was the stress of having to reset everything and losing their progress. Maybe it was because they missed everyone and life on the surface. Or maybe it was because Sans was being so ... difficult!

"Why are you acting like this?" They whispered, feeling their voice die again. "What do you want from me?"

"I should be asking you that. It's funny because I was about to," said Sans with a flicker of blue in his left eye. "It's like you just took the words right outta my mouth."

Frisk felt the tears falling. In a sick sort of way, they were happy for the consistency. They ended up crying around this point in time in the last run too. They smiled sadly and turned around, wiping away their tears on their sleeve.

"Do you ... do you believe in time travel?"

Sans looked at them long and hard.

"Nope."

Frisk knew it. They turned back to Sans. "I ... I should go." They put the sculpture back in the box and shoved it in the haversack. "I'm sorry for intruding. Thank you, for having me."

Hardening their heart, they took up the haversack and left the house. They've got to focus on their reason for coming here. If they can save Asriel and Chara successfully, maybe then, Sans will finally be less mean to them and realise, they're here with good intentions ...

Right?

This kid. Who are they? How in the world did they have this bizarre and disturbing way of knowing everything? It was as if they already knew what he was going to say and do before he actually said and done certain things. This was definitely no regular spy. Sure, investigators may know certain quirks or habits, but they can't predict the future with 100% accuracy!

But maybe, the idea wasn't so crazy. After all, he somehow had a hunch they were in the Underground looking for a key ...

Where did that come from? Sans wasn't even entirely sure. It was such a strong hunch, almost like a distant memory that he can't recall. It was tearing him up inside. No matter how hard he tried, he just can't summon those memories from the recesses of his mind. It was as if they existed and didn't exist at the same time. But whatever the case was, seeing the kid's reaction to the gift had confirmed that Sans knew something they thought he didn't.

Once again, who was this kid? Sure he had seen them in a very vivid dream but there was definitely something more to them. Have they met before?

He tossed around in bed. The possibility of them being sent to investigate Papyrus and himself were growing smaller. They didn't think they were here for this motive anymore. Especially after they had asked if he believed in time travel.

Were they ... were they a time traveler too?

Sans sat up quickly. Okay, slow down. Let's think this through carefully.

In all of Sans's years of work and research, there has been no evidence of monsters being able to time-travel. Or at least, not with their own magic. Let alone a human who had no magic at all! But for some reason, the way they act strongly hinted that they had been through what they've just been through before. There was no way they could have known what Papyrus's and his every move was unless they've already re-lived meeting them.

So let's say they are a time-traveler. Then what? Is that reason enough to trust them? Being able to time-travel doesn't mean that they aren't in cahoots with Chara whom he's pretty sure, is up to something. This Chara kid really creeps him out and it just seems too coincidental that another abnormal human child would appear right after the Royal Family had moved to their New Home.

He let out a frustrated noise that was between a groan and a sigh. This was impossible. He needed concrete answers. Maybe he shouldn't have scared away the child ... He did feel guilty for being so harsh. But he just couldn't risk the possibility of them having intentions to hurt him or Papyrus.

Soon, the darkness faded away to light and he heard Papyrus's cackling next door. For some odd reason, he had a feeling his brother had a gift for him which the human helped pick out.

Not wanting to question it, he shook his head and got up. Time to get this day started.

Watching the cosmos with Napstablook and Ghost-Mettaton again was a relaxing experience. Frisk never realised how much they took their friendship for granted. They all got along really well together, and both of them are always great company. Finally, Frisk felt somewhat back to normal again ...

Here, they remembered asking Napstablook about why he was so depressed. Of course, now, they knew but just for consistency's sake, they'll ask him again. It's so comfortable lying on the floor like this though ... But they tore themself from the floorboard anyway and sat up, asking him why he was looking so down.

This set off the same conversation about Blooky's cousin becoming a training dummy and following his dreams. Then, they dropped Ghost-Mettaton a hint about Alphys.

"Mettaton," they said quickly. "I think Alphys can help you ... with achieving your dream body, being the Royal Scientist. You should look for her in Hotland sometime."

Ghost-Mettaton looked hopeful. "Really? I think I might, then!"

Alright. Now that's done. This was the time when Frisk left too. So they got up and bid goodbye to the two ghosts even though they didn't really want to leave. However, catching Undyne outside at the right timing was top priority.

Napstablook followed them out, down the path to the Quiet Area of Waterfall. Unfortunately, Frisk couldn't hear any sounds of clanging metal armour. Did they mess something up? Why was Undyne not coming?

"Uh ... did you forget something?" Napstablook asked, wondering why they were standing still.

2 seconds later, Frisk could make out the faint sound of armour clanging. "Listen," they hushed Napstablook.

Finally, Undyne appeared, clad in her full body armour. They were relieved to see that they had just left Napstablook's too early.

"Who's that?" they whisper.

"That's Undyne ... she lives next door ... and she's so, cool ..."

Frisk ran towards her, "Undyne!"

She removed her helmet. Fire-red locks fell from the back of a blue scalp. "Yeah? How can I help ..." Then she trailed off, realising the child was human ... and that they look familiar?

Must be all the heat and mental exhaustion from training earlier. It's all messed up her head. One thing's for sure though. This child was still human.

"You're from the -"

"Undyne," said Frisk quickly and firmly. "You have to follow me."

"What?" The soldier's yellow eyes narrowed. "Why?"

Frisk pointed to her face. "Your scales look dry. We need to hydrate them and I know someone with the scale cream to do that."

Undyne looked a little offended. "I'm not going anywhere, punk. Who do you think you are?!"

They sigh. Why does everyone always make things so hard for them? As quick as lightning, Frisk snatched Undyne's helmet from her gloved hands. Before she had time to react, they took off, running like the wind towards Hotland.

"HEY! My helmet!" Undyne cried angrily and charged after them.

Frisk laughed, reminiscing how nostalgic this chase felt.

They both ran to Hotland where Undyne slowed down due to the heat. Frisk saw Sans standing next to the water cooler.

"Thank you!" they said as they grabbed the cup from his hand and hurled the water at Undyne.

"Aargh!" she cried.

Then they continued running past Sans to Alphys's lab. It was dark but it was also cool. Frisk slowed down and backed away from Undyne as she marched towards them menancingly.

Any moment now ...

One second later, there was a huge crash and a muffled scream.

"What was that?" Undyne demanded.

"Alphys!" Frisk cried and ran up as Undyne followed them.

Soon, the two of them were pulling off the heavy boxes and books that were crushing the scientist. Frisk handed Alphys her glasses.

Undyne looked concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Oh ... oh my god." She stammered trying to sit up. Frisk helped support her as she put on her glasses, peering around. The moment she saw Undyne however, she got visibly more nervous.

"Oh, oh my! U, Undyne?! W, what are ... what are you doing here? Oh my god - everything is so m, messy ..."

Undyne glared at Frisk who still had her helmet. They threw it back and she caught it swiftly. "I had to deal with a snatch thief."

"I'm sorry," said Frisk who tried their best not to laugh as Alphys frantically explained what she had been unpacking to Undyne.

Fortunately, Undyne didn't look weirded out in the least. In fact, she looked quite interested and was amused at Alphys's nervousness and embarrassment.

They walked over to the box which contained the scale cream and armour polish and called for Alphys.

"Y, yes?" She jumped, shoving up her glasses and coming over.

"Aren't these for Undyne?" Frisk said pointing to the box. Alphys turned red as a beetroot.

"I heard my name!" Undyne was coming over.

Alphys started panicking. "Oh ... oh my god -"

"Hey! Scale cream and armour polish!" Undyne exclaimed, peering into the box. "I really need these! Can I have some?"

Alphys looked as if she was about to faint. "S, sure ..."

"Neat!"

Giggling to themself, Frisk watched as the two interacted. They sighed in satisfaction. It looked as if they were having fun although Alphys was still a little uptight and nervous. But she looked a nervous kind of happy ... judging from her giggling and constant staring at Undyne as they set up the place together. Frisk gave a small pat on their back for successfully playing Cupid. Then, they remembered they still had to ask for Alphys's help with opening the diary.

Walking up to her, they showed her the green diary and asked if she was able to open the lock.

"Y, yes! I'd be glad to help. You saved my l, life! B, but ... the electricity isn't up yet ... so ... I, I need a while to put together everything ..." Alphys looked at Frisk worriedly.

Frisk smiled and patted her back. "Take as much time as you need."

Then, turning to Undyne, they told her about Papyrus. She distractedly told them to "send him to me" as she continued to inspect Alphys's belongings.

Feeling pleased with themself, Frisk left the diary with the scientist and went off to find Papyrus to tell him to seek out Undyne. To their surprise however, as soon as they exited the Lab, they saw Sans outside, presumably waiting for them.

Oh no. They thought.

"Hey kid," Sans raised a hand.

Was that a friendly greeting?

"I was uhh ... wondering," he said, looking unsure. "You aren't a spy, right?"

Frisk looked affronted even though he basically hinted at that in the last run. Perhaps it was because he was so straightforward this time? Well, in any case, they shook their head quickly.

"Oh. Good then ... I guess." Sans tilted his head to one side, as if trying to figure them out. "So why are you here?"

Hasn't he asked that already?

"I fell in ... accident. Went hiking -"

"I mean your real reason."

Frisk stared at Sans. Would he believe them if they told the truth? With a jump, they cover their mouth quickly. Right after they had thought that, they realised they had echoed it out. Sans expression remain unchanged. There was a pause.

"Probably not. But I'd like to hear it anyway."

Was their heartbeat audible? It seemed to be getting louder and louder. Frisk took in a huge breath. Well, he asked for it.

"I'm from the future. I came here to save Asriel who is about to be killed by Chara."

And then, without waiting for a response, they ran past him again. It was becoming a standard thing to do now with every Sans encounter.

Frisk was so fixated on what they had just said that they forgot they could have taken a boat to Snowdin from Hotland. Well, it was too late anyway. They didn't even realise that they had run all this way to Snowdin until their lungs started to physically hurt and they felt like hurling. Stopping to catch their breath, they put their hands on their knees.

What was that anyway? Why did they tell him that?

It was probably because they were tired of pretending ...

Or because they just wanted to confide in someone ...

Or even because they wanted to know what was Sans's reaction.

Well, too bad they didn't stand around to see that.

Sighing, Frisk decided they didn't want to think about it anymore. They had to focus on the task at hand, saving Asriel and Chara. So then ... why were they in Snowdin?

Oh right. Papyrus. They wanted to tell Papyrus to find Undyne.

They walk to his house and knock on the door. There was no answer. So they knock again. 5 seconds later, Papyrus who was wearing a red, Santa hat, appeared at the door, surprised to see Frisk.

"Human!"

He let them in and they saw he had the TV on which was currently broadcasting Christmas drama specials and advertisements. Ignoring the programmes altogether, he started to excitedly tell them about Christmas and Sans's pet rock. Frisk felt a little bad they forgot to get him something this time round. They were also trying to find an opening to tell him about Undyne ...

"Oh Human," he suddenly paused, looking at them curiously. "You look a little ... err ... serious. Are you thinking about something?" Then he said brightly, "Oh ho! I know! You have a gift for me!"

Could he also remember parts of the last run too? But nevermind that, Frisk had to think quickly.

"Err, I ... I do! I went to find Undyne and she said she's willing to train you!"

Papyrus looks delighted. "WOWIE! You are such a cool friend! I'm sure Undyne will appreciate someone as great as me too!"

Frisk wiped away the perspiration forming on their brow. Phew!

All of a sudden, a loud sound startled the both of them. It came from the TV.

"Oh! That's the news ..." Papyrus said, staring at the screen.

"Breaking news!" the host said frantically. "Chaos has come to the Underground in the form of a small but lethal militant group led by none other than the Head of the Royal Guard - Undyne!"

"What?!" Frisk and Papyrus exclaim in unision.

"I'll let our reporter, Betty on ground, tell you more." And then the camera switched to a flustered looking reporter with a microphone. She was standing in the CORE as Royal Guards ran all about her, spears and magic flying in the background.

"It's madness! Undyne and her team of three Guards most loyal to her, just tried to take over the New Home in an attempt to kill the King and Queen's adopted child! They are currently fighting off the rest of the Royal Guards -"

Frisk who had been watching with their mouth ajar, clenched their teeth and fists. They had to know what was going on!

So they ran out of the house to the River person.

"Take me to Hotland!" they said breathlessly.

A moment later, they had arrived and was running through Alphys's lab which for some reason, had a charred dent on the floor. Then, they suddenly heard Alphys calling out to them.

"Huh?" Frisk skidded to a stop, looking back at a shaking Alphys who had come out from the door with a bathroom sign. In her hands, was the green diary ... opened.

"You, you opened it ..." they point to it in shock.

Alphys clutched at the diary tighter, trying to hide her shaking. "Undyne ... she opened it with her spears. Oh my god ... D, did you know ...? This is Chara's ... They want to k - kill ... destroy humanity ..."

Oh no! They saw its contents? Was that why ...

"Undyne ... she went to ... she's gonna - s, stop them!"

Frisk turned their back to Alphys, taking off again. They ignore her cries to wait. This can't be happening, this can't be happening ... why is this happening?

They reach the CORE. It was, as the reporter had described it, chaos. There was screaming, loud explosions and debris everywhere. Frisk wormed their way through the Royal Guards running about. Where was Undyne?

They dare not call out or do anything that will draw attention to themself. Being small had its advantages. Soon, they were able to reach the end of the CORE where it got even more chaotic.

Trying not to get knocked or hit over by the Royal Guards, they attempt to look over the sea of helmets to spot their warrior friend.

Then, by luck or by misfortune, they saw from their corner of their eye, a flash of brightest blue. They turned their head and saw a spear fly and peirce the ground, Royal Guards ducking and dodging everywhere. Frisk fell to their knees from the impact which sent trembles across the floor even though they were hundreds of metres away.

"Undyne -" their voice was drowned out by more Royal Guards yelling orders.

Then, as they raise their head, they saw, right at that exact moment, Undyne who was fighting at least 10 to one, get run through from behind by a metal spear.

They weren't sure who the resounding scream came from. Perhaps it was from the both of them. It seemed to happen at the same time.

Frisk clutched their throat, choking on their tears. Why? Why?!

Some of the Royal Guards had begun to notice them. But Frisk was faster. They had already drowned out all the sounds. They were underwater, surrounded by darkness.

There was an orange glow and a second later, Frisk mercifully felt nothing, anymore.

A/N: Ahhh ... poor Frisk. I would be so happy if I had some feedback on what everyone else thinks. This chapter got really emotional for me at the end ...