The Story of PestiTale

Act 1

Soon after this encounter, Frisk had limped out of the Ruins and into a snowy fog, trees lining a narrowed-down pathway. They shivered, holding their arms, as they stumbled through the white lining of snow that seemed as thick as the trees themselves, nearly tripping at times thanks to Toriel's scar. All did not seem ordinary, however, with an aura surrounding the place that caught Frisk's mind like a fishing pole, like somebody was spying, lurking, prowling; even more thanks to some of the seemingly random cameras burrowed into bushes and stones, unproven if on or off.

Frisk tripped over a branch, falling onto their wrists. But as they got up and looked away the branch was snapped, seemingly by an overpowering footstep. Frisk continued to walk, glaring behind them every so often in either curiosity or terror and sneezing occasionally into their arms mostly due to the cold, eventually arriving at a wooden bridge with beams.

Then, as if on cue, a wave of thunderous cracks taunt the snow below, getting nearer and nearer to Frisk's ears. The sounds made Frisk freeze like a snowman and quake with the wind, their head desperately trying to turn to no avail. The sounds stopped, heavy breathing pelting Frisk's spine and chilling them to the bone.

"Human," a daunting voice was heard saying, "I was expecting you. Turn around for me... will you..." Frisk turned around slowly, eyeing a black figure that was just a meter away.

Suddenly, a loud noise spluttered from below Frisk's foot! Frisk looked down, to see it was... a pink... whoopee cushion?

"heheh, the old whoopee cushion booby trap trick, it's ALWAYS funny," the now revealed skeleton chuckled, "anyways, you're a human, right?" he then asked.

Frisk was dumbfounded, but nodded. "that's hilarious," the skeleton pointed out, looking away. "i'm sans. sans the skeleton," Sans introduced himself. "im actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now, but, y'know, sometimes i get a lil laidback... actually usually most of the time. maybe all the time, heheh," he admitted, "now my brother, papyrus... he won't be so friendly, think of him as a human hunting FANATIC," Sans warned. Frisk was just nodding along to Sans's dialogue, sniffing their nose a bit just then.

Sans seemed to notice this, but droned on. "hey, actua-" Frisk then sneezed in Sans's direction, only for him to dash sideways, barely avoiding the snot. "wa-hey there kid, if you wanted me to stop talking, could've just said," Sans slightly mocked, chuckling. Frisk apologised rather hastily, immediately wiping their nose. "oh, it's alright, just come with me for a sec will ya?" Sans asked, Frisk walking across the bridge alongside Sans. They arrived to a wide area, with a sentry post and a conveniently shaped lamp. "quick. behind that conveniently shaped lamp," Sans ushered, pointing. Frisk quickly ran, stumbling slightly due to the leg wound, and hid behind the lamp. Soon enough, a taller skeleton emerged into frame. "sup, bro?" Sans casually greeted. "YOU KNOW WHAT 'SUP', BROTHER!" Papyrus yelled.

Papyrus and Sans would then chatter, Frisk not paying any attention. Their nose was beginning to twitch, imminently about to sneeze. Frisk desperately tried to hold it in, clenching their nostrils. But it was not of use, as they eventually sneezed, stumbling out of their hiding spot. Papyrus immediately turned around, looking at the lamp in utter disbelief, "...SANS, OH MY GOD... IS THAT A HUMAN!?!?!!" he spluttered, pointing at Frisk's direction.

"erm... is that not the lamp we were talking about?" Sans confirmed. Papyrus turned to Sans disappointingly, "OH," he shamefully said. Frisk was almost stunned by Papyrus's ignorance of them. "WELL, ANYWAYS, I WILL BE OFF TENDING TO MY PUZZLES, AS FOR YOU, I WANT YOU TO PUT A LITTLE MORE... BACKBONE INTO YOUR WORK! NYE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHH!!!" Papyrus cackled, running off. He then peaked around the frame a little, "HEH!" he finished, then running off again.

"wow, you oughta count yourself lucky there, paps could've seen ya," Sans pointed out, almost with irony. Frisk slowly walked over to Sans, Sans keeping his distance slightly when Frisk was near, "heh, that's a little too close for comfort kid," he explained. Frisk apologised for sneezing back at the lamp. "oh don't sweat it, lamp or no lamp, paps still wouldn't have seen you," Sans assured. "you oughta get going, he might come back," Sans warned, "and if he does... you'll have to sit through some of my hilarious jokes". Frisk slowly walked away.

"actually, hey... hate to bother ya, but can you do me a favour?" Sans called out. Frisk turned around in response. "mind uh, steering clear of any monsters and what not you might find? they can be pretty scary, ya know?" Sans asked. Frisk nodded in response, like they'd usually do. "thanks a bunch, here's a helpful hint, if ya find yourself in a pickle, just FLEE, cuz those guys pack a punch. i wouldn't even bother tryna hit'em," Sans advised, "so remember, kid, use your feet, not your fists." Frisk nodded again. Frisk then walked away with Sans watching, almost intently, as he then walked away in a different direction, slowly.