'Soft.. ground... Am I... alive?' Thought Frisk as she lay there. Hazily remembering falling.
No. Not in the sense of did you survive. Unfortunately, you did not.
"Who is that?" She asked, opening her eyes. The voice was in a language she couldn't understand.
She looked around a the empty room. Her eyes beheld an ancient room where she sat in the middle in a patch of golden flowers. Her vision blurred and she grasped her head.
Interesting. Determination always does fascinate me.
She barely heard the voice as a strange chill came over her. She felt her head, it was smooth. 'What happened to my hair?' She wondered. She ran her finger over the smoothness and felt a crack. Fingering it she wondered what had happened to her. Looking around again she stopped her gaze as it fell upon..
There in the flowers, stained with red, was her. Laying there lifeless, blood seeping from a horrible wound in her head. She reached out to crawl over but gasped and pulled back her hand. She looked at it in horror.
No. That couldn't be her hand.. That was the hand of a skeleton! She shook with fright and couldn't tear her eyes away. Dread clutched at her.
Human... Hmm. Can you be called such anymore?
She looked up and gasped. A man in- no.. a monster in a black suit looked down at her from a few feet away. His face was like a smiling skull almost. Cracks ran up from one of his eyes and down from the other. She backed away and could hear rattling. Looking down she could see only bones.
"W-what's happening to me!?" she cried. She grasped her legs, bones! Her hands were bones! She trembled as realization dawned on her... she was a skeleton.. a monster!
Hmm. I wonder if your soul is still human. Interesting. This will be something to observe.
She looked back up but the Monster had vanished. Tears formed in her eyes eye sockets as she weept.
She had only wanted to see if the stories were true. If the monsters were real. Now... Now she WAS a monster... a monster...
She whimpered and curled up in the flowers beside her corpse. What should she do? What.. could she do?!
Some time later she heard movement. What did it matter? It was either the man in black again or another monster. She lay there listless and hopeless.
"Oh dear! how did you get down here?" a kind voice spoke. "Are you all right?"
She didn't move. Why should she?
"You poor dear what happ- oh!" There was a gasp and the footsteps halted. "Did you.. kill this human when they fell?"
Frisk sobbed, "No..."
"What happened here?!" the voice demanded.
Frisk sat up and looked over. The voice belonged to a monster that looked goat-like. A worried and upset expression on her face. "I... fell..." she managed before she burst into tears and lay back down. "I fell and now..!" she curled up in a ball.
There was silence then she could hear the monster grow nearer. A gentle hand grasped her shoulder. She looked up at the monster who had a sad smile.
"I don't know what happened to you. But I can sense you're not lying..." she looked over at Frisk's corpse and back. "You fell.. So this is you?" Her smile faded, "But you... Well... It doesn't matter. You poor child, come with me. My name is Toriel, I will take care of you."