The whole surrounding looked like static on a T.V. I looked around confused. I looked at my personal assistant. Me: Vasilki...? Sans...? Sanses? Asgore? Toriel? Asriel...? Fri-Frisk...? Someone answered my call. ???: Yes... Me:? I looked around no one was here.... I walked through this empty space of static. ???: Yes, Jalen? I turn around. There was gray version of Frisk when he was little. Me: Why are you small? You were with Alphys studying about determination and timelines. ???: I'm not Frisk... Me: What? Who are you? ???: I am... Core Frisk... Me: Ok, but can you turn around for me? Core Frisk: Yes... He turns around. His eyes were black as a black a dark hole. Me: *white-eyed* What the-are you some kind of demon! Core Frisk: Not Likely. Me: Oh. Why am I here? Core Frisk: We are here to show you something... Me: We? A black sleeping shoe appeared. Then I realized it was Error Sans. Me: * backs up* No, no...Your not taking my soul. Error Sans: Easy,kid... I'm going to hurt ya'...
