Soulfell

A New Threat

Frisk opened her eyes. What she saw ways a white void full of nothing. She pushed herself up and stood on her feet, searching for anything. She also noticed that she was back at age twelve again, in her blue and purple sweater and blue shorts. She noted how strange it was, but glossed over it for the situation at hand. She went back to searching.

"Sans, where are we?" She asked.

No response.

"Sans?"

No response.

"Sans this isn't funny. You're scaring me! Say something please!"

No response. Frisk frantically search the area for anything or anyone. While searching, she saw a speck of something in the distance.

"Sans!" She yelled as she ran towards the speck.

The object grew larger as she came nearer. Once she was close enough, she realized that it wasn't Sans. A human sat on the 'floor', wearing a green and yellow striped sweater, brown jean shorts and had matching brown hair. They faced away from Frisk, not letting her see their face.

"Well hello," they greeted.

The girl sensed something off about them. Subconsciously, she took a step back.

"Strange," they continued. "I never thought that you'd be able to come here. But since you absorbed the comedian, I guess that lets you now or whatever."

They stood up.

"Do you remember me?" They asked, still facing away from her.

Frisk hesitated. They seemed familiar somehow, but she didn't know. She did, however, know that she had never seen them before. "Um... no?"

"Hmm," they hummed. "Well, I guess you don't have a good memory. I'll just have to remind you."

They turned around, revealing their face with a small smile, rosy cheeks. It was almost cute until Frisk saw their eyes. A bright blood red. Then, in an instant they were two inches away from Frisk's face, black liquid pouring out of their eyes and mouth.

"Do you remember me now, Frisk?"

Frisk screamed and stumbled backwards, falling on her rear and scooting away from them. They laughed as they walked closer to her. Frisk retreated as much as she could, but to no avail.

"Hey wait," They told her. "Now is the time to show your face. I have a lot to say, and you are not going anywhere."

Red strings wrapped around the girl's limbs, holding her in place. Frisk tried to struggle away from them, but the strings just got tighter, making her whimper.

"Don't think you can just leave," the human in green said, waving a finger at her. "Don't think you can just forget what you have done. Just escape your fate."

Frisk tried to hold back terrified tears in her eyes. "Wh-what are you talking about? What's going on?"

They rolled their red eyes, but kept their smile. "I will remind you then, since you are completely incapable of understanding anything that is going on in your life." They smirked as they snapped their fingers.

Frisk's vision was clouded with purple and grey.

Suddenly a froggit jumped at her and she yelped swatting it on the head with a stick she had found. It shook off the blow before jumping at her again. She yelped again and hit it once more before the froggit fell into dust. Her first kill.