The Undertale

Forgetting

Frisk's perspective
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My dad had hung up some sort of symbol in my room, after that.. I never had nightmares again. I slipped under the sheets and stared blankly at my ceiling until i fell asleep, just like yesterday, and the day before. I slowly fell into a dream, my feet floating slightly above clouds, their calm, cotton display, begging to be touched. Then, i fell, i kept falling and falling, i fell through clouds, and then i slowly, slowly, plummeted towards the ground beneath. However, before i could touch the ground, i jerked out of my bed, my heat beating heavily, along with my cold, sharp breaths. Something was wrong, a wave of shadow was coming, and only i could see, and know of someone to stop it.