My name is... Well, I don't have one yet. Let's just say... Skyfire. Yes. That's what some of the others call me. Their brains are so interesting... So full of emotion and... Fear. Why do they fear me? I didn't hurt anyone, I just fell from the sky... I guess that's enough to scare them. I have no memory. No known family, or friends. I don't even know where I came from! I look nothing like any of the other dragons; my hollow horns that curve around at the tips, facing ahead, My under horns on my jaw, no other dragon here has them, my tail... I am alone in a world unknown to me, how will I survive? Maybe, if I can find a way into my past, I can...

"Promise me one thing- just one thing only." Frisk nodded vigorously. "No one can know about this whole reset thing. Not Papyrus, not Asgore, not anyone. It would basically bring this world to the point of falling to pieces at our feet. If we weren't trapped between time and space already, very few of us wouldn't be able to handle that knowledge, and could drive those who couldn't to the edge. So, please. I'm begging you. When you reach the End, when you get us out of here for the umpteenth time, I don't care if you reset or not. Just don't tell anyone about it, and... Please don't go homicidal again, okay?" Frisk smiled meekly, and nodded. "I can do that. And don't worry about the reset." They gave Sans a small hug. "After that whole thing with Chara, there won't be any more." And with the final word, they opened the door to leave; before exiting they paused. "See you later."