OFF: Guess I either have bad timing for submitting my story or there's just something with it that drive off readers. I wonder if it's because of the darker atmosphere, the characterization of the characters, or the different focus compared to the usual fanfic. But I've noticed a dearth of reviews and follows for the story. Oh well.

I hope people will read and enjoy this new chapter! To the few who followed from the time the previous chapters were posted, I hope it will prove to have been worth the wait.


6FeetUnderTale

Break your bones


It was still early in the morning. The magic from the CORE was flowing through the ceiling of the great underground network, shining light at just the right intensity to emulate morning. Of course, it wasn't an actual morning and the skies were black, no blue. Still, it was the closest to morning that could be achieved. A definitively great technological advancement to be sure! Still, it had taken years for some of the monsters to adjust to the intense light after having lived in the dark for so long and some parts of the underground still lack the artificial lights, like Waterfall.

Frisk didn't have a way of knowing this though. To him, it was just a big, dark, silent forest filled with nothing but shadows, the howling wind, and fear. Pine trees as far as the eye can perceive, shadows within shadows. After the warmth of Toriel's embrace, the cold air battered against his sweater mercilessly. It occured to him that unless he can find a safe place, he'd likely just freeze to death. Already, he missed Toriel's house. He almost found himself with tears in his eyes at the idea of what he had just abandonned only to freeze in the middle of nowhere.

No. He cannot stay. Not after what he was told. If the monsters want his Soul... then they shall get it. And he knows that Asriel is watching. Hints of white fur and golden petals haunted every glance. Was he imagining things?

Footsteps. Not his own. He turned around but there was no one.

More footsteps. No one to his left or to his right.

The forest became more twisted, warped. The path was no longer straight, the snow no longer undisturbed. There were massive trees, their trunks pointing at unnatural angles, some outright split in two. Massive branches and felled trees stood in the way. He meekly climbed over the obstructions, wondering if the wind had caused this. Then after a moment, he hoped it was actually the wind that caused this.

A deafening cacophony almost caused him to jump out of his shoes.

When he looked behind him, the felled trees and branches had been torn apart and hurled off the path as if they had been nothing but toys. What had caused this? What was going on? Was this related to the footsteps? Terror gripped his heart, his breathing accelerated. He began to run.

Footsteps. Getting closer. Even as he sped up, the footsteps kept getting closer. Panic gripped him. Whimpers of terror almost forced themselves out of his throat.

He tripped. The snow was freezing and the cold burnt his hands. He pushed himself to turn around and to scurry away from whatever was pursuing him around. Sharp stones and twigs greeted the palm of his hands. Adrenaline completely dulled the pain.

He froze. A figure was towering over him, wearing a dark blue sweater, a hoodie hiding the being's face. But it wasn't human despite its shape. The single blue glowing eye in the darkness revealed its true nature.

A hint of green. As terrifying as the figure was, he found himself wishing he never taken his eyes off the figure. Massive pine trees were floating almost lazily about the being, a massive blizzard raised around it.

With a wave of its hand, the figure sent the trees and snow flying off as if they were nothing, causing a small earthquake.

I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, Frisk thought to himself. Tears welled up as the figure stepped closer. He couldn't help it. "Please don't kill me. Please..." he begged.

It brought a hand out of its pockets. A skeletal hand, devoid of flesh, white as death. An inhuman hand. It reached out to him, probably to choke him and tear the life out of him. Frisk curled up, trembling in pure terror.

He expected pain. He expected to be torn apart or choked. He expected a lot of things. The last thing he had expected was for nothing to happen. Yet, this is exactly what happened.

Seconds passed, then a full minute and no harm came to him. No sounds echoed. And as he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the hooded figure. The light in the hoodie was gone, leaving a pair of smaller white lights instead. It still had its hand offered, as if patiently waiting for him to grab into it.

Hesitently, he reached out and grabbed it.

pfrffrfrrr

Frisk's mind ceased working. He just stood there, absolutely baffled, forgetting all about the cold or his fear. He just blinked once, struggling to comprehend the sheer absurdity of what had just happened. Had he just grabbed into a whoopee cushion?

He looked at the hand more carefully and more exactly, the bony wrist. And he saw it, a whoopee cushion. That skeletal being of sorts had been stalking him... to make him grab a whoopee cushion? That couldn't be right? That would be just... absurd, right?

"i know that muddy snow you're sitting in might be mighty comfortable to you right now but i think humans tend to catch cold if they freeze their butt like this. so how about you get up and introduce ourselves?"

Oh. Oh yeah. The cold. It's really cold and really dirty on the ground. He finally got up, the weird being helping him up. As it did, it also removed its hoodie with its free hand, revealing...

Well, he had expected something. A skull was not that surprising. But he had expected it to be terrifying, not to be kind of weird, sporting a gigantic grin right out of a cartoon. He blinked a few times, his confusion only growing further.

"anyway, the name's sans. glad to meet ya. what's your name?"

Frisk just stared, blinking a few times. The skeleton let go of his hand and slipped it back into his pockets, rolling its eyes. "what's the matter? don't you know how to greet a new pal?"

"A new pal?"

"yep. you wanna be friends, right?"

Just about everything the skeleton said kept baffling Frisk. What kind of insane monster is that? First acting like a thing right out of his nightmares, then doing that weird gag, and now this? Frisk had suspected many things could possibly happen when leaving the ruins. He had thought he would maybe meet scary monsters or on the opposite, maybe another one who would care for him like Toriel did. But this? He had not been prepared for this. He had never imagined a situation like this would occur.

Still, given the way the skeleton had been, somehow, been hurling giant trees like it was nothing, he REALLY didn't want to get on its bad side. So he nodded very energically, trying to look enthusiastic and to hide his fear.

"good. oh and you can calm down. you're a human, right?"

He nodded weakly. The grinning skeleton's expression did not shift. "that's kinda hilarious. you see, i'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans. cuz' i'm a sentry of the royal guard. you know, capture humans, bring them to the king, yada yada?"

Frisk froze completely, his eyes widened. Oh no.

"but y'know what? i don't really care about capturing anybody." Huh? What did that skeleton say?

The monster took a few steps to the side and pulled a hand out of one of its pockets, putting it against his chin. "my brother though? papyrus's a total human-hunting fanatic."

Frisk found himself shuddering. If that monster's brother was as scary as he was...

Before he could complete the thought, the skeleton turned to face him again. "don't worry though. he's harmless."

The skeleton was staring at the ceiling. Odd how he was still smiling, his expression never changing. For a moment, Frisk found himself wondering if he was truly smiling or if it was his natural expression.

"i have a favor to ask of you."

"Hmmm... a favor? What do you want, mister skeleton?"

"please call me sans. that's not the favor, by the way." said the skeleton. "you see, my bro, he..."

The skeleton glanced and saw something in the distance. Frisk couldn't help but notice the eye sockets physically shrink and disappear, the monster actually blinking. Skeletons should not be able to blink! Still, that weirdo did blink. Not only that but he begun to fiddle with something in his pockets and took out... huh? A lamp? A huge lamp that actually look... sorta like him? In a weird shape sense?

"don't move. just gotta deal with somethin'."

The skeleton put the lamp right in front of him. "i'll tell you when you can move."

Frisk could only glance a bit from behind the lamp as a second skeleton stomped forward. But while the first skeleton had been quite diminutive and strangely ordinary in its choice of clothing, the second one was... well... it had to be about eight feet tall. In fact, its upper body was far too oval, with no rib cage showing, to be natural. It had massive, vertical teeth that couldn't be human and what appeared to be a permanent grin plastered on its visage. A long red scarf flapped in the wind, completing the absurd image.

"SANS!" Its voice was also incredibly loud, each word tearing through the air like thunder.

"Hey, 'sup bro?" The smaller skeleton was completely and utterly unfazed.

The taller skeleton was obviously fuming, managing as much anger as it possibly could in both its stare and voice. "YOU KNOW WHAT 'SUP, BRO! IT'S BEEN MORE THAN A WEEK AND YOU! STILL! HAVEN'T! RECALIBRATED YOUR PUZZLES!"

The taller skeleton pointed at a wooden counter with a snow-covered roof on the side. "ALL YOU DO IS HANG AROUND YOUR STATION ALL DAY! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?"

"doing my job. waiting for humans to pass by."

"IF YOU ACTUALLY DID THAT, YOU WOULD HAVE TAKEN THE TIME TO RECALIBRATE YOUR PUZZLES AND TO HELP ME WITH MY PATROLS! AND I SPENT THE PREVIOUS TIMELINE WATCHING YOU! ALL YOU DO IS SLEEP!"

"calm down, papyrus. no need to blow your determination like that. relax. take it easy."

"BUT WHAT IF A HUMAN PASSES BY HERE? I WANT TO BE READY! I WILL BE THE ONE! I MUST BE THE ONE! I WILL CAPTURE THE HUMAN!"

Frisk had no idea why the shorter skeleton was pumping its brother into such a rage. Was this supposed to be funny? The taller brother was stomping the ground in sheer frustration by now. If this was a cartoon, steam would probably shoot out of its skull from how upset it was.

"THIS IS MY LAST CHANCE, SANS! IF I MISS THE SEVENTH HUMAN, I WON'T HAVE ANOTHER ONE!"

"hey, we did eventually meet up with all six, didn't we? so why are you so stressed about it?"

The tall skeleton's anger instantly evaporated. Well, not that. Rather, it went from anger to exhasperation, the taller skeleton glaring openly at the shorter one. Frisk could swear that its eyes had narrowed in annoyance, somehow.

"HA. HA. VERY FUNNY. YEAH, WE MET THEM. WHEN THEY WERE FIRST SIGHTED OR CAPTURED BY OTHER SENTRIES. SENTRIES WHO, UNLIKE YOU, ACTUALLY DO THEIR JOB!"

"hey, maybe we did meet them in some timelines first? you know, deleted ones?"

"I'VE RESET FIFTEEEN TIMES, SANS! FIFTEEN! AND WE NEVER MANAGED TO CATCH A HUMAN FIRST. NOT ONE TIME! EVEN LESSER DOG CAUGHT A HUMAN IN AT LEAST ONE TIMELINE!"

"hey, lesser dog got a good nose and-

"AND HE CAN BE PLACATED JUST BY PETTING HIM! WE'RE EASIER TO SNEAK BY AND DEFEAT THAN A DOG WHO PLAYS POKER AGAINST HIMSELF AND LOSE!"

The tall skeleton wavered. His anger finished burning itself out. A sigh came out of its mouth and for a moment, it looked... sad? But then, it puffed itself up and posed, trying to look cool.

"ANYWAY! I WILL BE CAPTURING THE HUMAN! AND THEN, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL GET EVERYTHING I DESERVE! RESPECT! RECOGNITION! ALL OF MY WORK WILL HAVE FINALLY PAID OFF! PEOPLE WILL ADMIRE ME, THEY WILL EVEN ASK TO BE MY FRIEND! I WILL BATHE IN A SHOWER OF KISSES AND ADORATION EVERY MORNING!"

The shorter skeleton glanced at the lamp. Frisk hadn't felt very safe, hiding behind this lamp. But as he saw the skeleton's aside glance, whatever feeling of fleeting safety he had felt before was completely removed.

"maybe my lamp will help you."

Frisk froze. He had to do everything not to start trembling in fear. Why had he went along with that crazy skeleton? In fact, why was he even paying attention to those nutjobs? Is that why he left the ruins for, to be captured by a pair of insane skeletons? And then there was what the skeletons had talked about. Determination. To Reset. He thought that Asriel had been lying somehow. But to hear them talk about this like that? It couldn't be, right? This couldn't be what the grown-ups used to hide from him and the other kids, right?

"SANS! YOU ARE NOT HELPING! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING LAZYBONES!" And there went the tall skeleton again, stomping into the snow enraged. "ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND AND BOONDOGGLE! I SWEAR! YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERY DAY! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"hey, relax. i got a ton of work done today."

The tall skeleton suddenly froze. The lights in his eye sockets vanished. He stopped stomping the ground, giving the smaller one a baleful glare. A small whisper came out. "Don't you dare, Sans."

For some reason, that line was the single scariest line that the tall skeleton had said in the entire exchange. For some reason, it didn't even faze the shorter one.

"yep! a skele-ton." The shorter skeleton winked.

This did it. The tall skeleton looked utterly defeated. "WHY? WHY DOES SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME HAVE TO DO SO MUCH TO GET EVEN THE SMALLEST AMOUNT OF RECOGNITION? WHAT... AM I DOING WRONG?"

"wow, sounds like you're really working yourself..." The short skeleton winked again. "... down to the bone."

This last pun finally reversed the tall skeleton's nearly perpetual smile. He lifted a finger and opened his mouth to say something at the shorter one. But then, it changed its mind, sighed, and turned its back upon the short one.

"NEVERMIND. I WILL ATTEND TO MY PUZZLES." The tall skeleton then walked away.

A few minutes passed, the short skeleton just standing there. Then, after glancing to the sides a few times to make sure that he was alone with the kid, he grabbed the lamp and, somehow, stuffed it back into his pocket. Once that was done, he stared at Frisk for a moment, silently. How could that skeleton keep himself smiling all the time like this? Does he think he's funny?

"alright, let's talk about the favor i was gonna ask of ya." said the skeleton. "i think you may have noticed it. my brother has been kind of... down lately. he used to laugh at my jokes or at least, tolerate them. but the fact that he never managed to be the first to encounter a human before has been kind of... erroding his determination. seeing you might just make his day. ya know, actually cheer him up?"

Frisk paused. Was that skeleton really asking him to...

"No way! I don't want to be captured! I don't want to die! All I want is to get out of here!"

"hey, relax." The short skeleton said patiently. "he's not dangerous."

"And what if he tries to be dangerous? Then what?"

"nope. not dangerous. even when he tries to be."

Frisk relaxed a bit but as he thought about it, his eyes glanced off of the insane skeleton's frame. He remembered the massive flying trees, the footsteps getting closer no matter how fast he ran. And well, while his discussion did paint him as kind of lazy and careless, he didn't want to chance it. He didn't have a choice. So reluctantly, he nodded.

"A-alright."

"thanks a million." The skeleton turned around before glancing back at him one last time. "i'll be up ahead."

He then... walked off in the wrong direction? Frisk blinked yet more times, trying to comprehend all of this madness he had just been subjected to. And soon enough, he was alone once more. Which unfortunately meant that with nothing to distract him, he found himself shivering again. The cold sure didn't feel nice at all. He needed to get somewhere warm.


The fear from the previous encounter had begun to vanish. Now that he thought about it, that lamp the weird short skeleton had taken out of its pocket was actually kind of funny. He also felt thankful that it had successfully hid him from the taller skeleton.

As the fear receded and he thought back on the jokes by the short skeleton and the weird favor it had asked, Frisk felt his drive to move forward return. As it did, it caused a spark and a star of light appeared nearby. A save point, Asriel had called it. He had been touching them, letting their warm energy flow through him before and it had felt right and calming.

Apparently, those stars allowed one to save or load. Maybe he could try it? How do he do that?

He touched the star and focused. A force stirred within him and he was surprised to see something deep inside. Word etched in a box, forming a strange code of sorts. A save file? It reminded him of a video game. How did he save?

As he wished for saving and tried to will it to happen, it somehow happened. He did not know how it happened but it did. He had saved his game!

... right. Now what?

He walked down the path. He found himself shivering against from the cold. The warm feeling he had felt from the save point vanished quickly, leaving him at the mercy of the cold wind. In fact, the wind felt even colder than before somehow. Was it snowing? Wait... shouldn't snow fall from the sky, not travel horizontally?

Then it occured that there were footsteps in the snow, footsteps that did not belong to him. The rythm indicated more limbs than just two.

Frisk's eyes widened as from behind the cover of the trees, a massive reptile with a snowflake pattern head and a large beak emerged, its eyes boring into him. The creature was walking on all four and yet, its head was level with his.

The creature stood before him and observed him carefully. Frisk couldn't help but wonder what kind of reptile had a bird beak and feathers on its head like this. It made him think of a... dragon...

Oh. Oh no.

"Ice puns are snow problem!"

Huh? What? Why did it just say that? He stared at the dragon for a moment as it stood there, all tall and smug. To be fair, Frisk had no idea what to think of the situation but then, this was starting to be the norm. Monsters are crazy. Maybe it's just confused or lost like the ones from the ruins? He remembered them. They were just really absentminded and a compliment or a finger wiggle later and they were leaving him alone.

So maybe if he act friendly, the scary dragon thing will leave him alone? It certainly seemed to be staring at him intently. He smiled at it nervously despite the fear in his body but to his horror, the dragon did not go away. It just remained there, one of its eyes widening. The strange motion reminded him of someone raising an eyebrow, as if expecting something.

What is he supposed to do or say? Maybe is it like one of those weird slime things and it will leave if he imitate it? But he doesn't know what kind of joke he could say! He was never the funniest of people by any mean. He looked around, desesperately looking for inspiration and then, nothing coming up to him, blurted out something.

"What is white and blue? Well.. hmmmm..." Nope. Still nothing. The dragon thing is staring very intently now. "Maybe the face... of someone... who hears a joke that drag on for a while?" That was totally lame. The dragon's eyes are narrowed, its expression showing a mix of boredom and exhasperation. "Drag on? Dragon? Because you look like a dragon?"

"Is that s'posed to be funny?" The dragon said in a flat tone that somehow came off as incredibly terrifying to the human child.

"Anyway! You're a human, right? Well, I'm supposed to be fighting you in cold blood!"

The dragon is smiling? It finally registered to Frisk that this was supposed to be a joke of sorts. A grimace formed on his face. That... was a really awful pun. A really, really awful one. And one that actually offended him given the circumstances.

"That wasn't funny at all. In fact, this is the most unfunny joke I heard in a long time. Leave me alone!"

This turned out to be a spectacularly stupid move on his part. The dragon's face turned a funny color and its eyes begun to twitch for a moment, its beak opening very wide. Inside, shifting teeth that reminded Frisk very much of a chainsaw, which did wonders regarding pumping him into a state of blind panic.

"WELL!" The dragon declared, its feathers puffing out, making it look even bigger and intimidating. "THIS won't be funny either!"

A torrent of ice and snow flew forth as the dragon used its deadly magic breath. Frisk cried out in fear and thrown himself to the side, barely avoiding being turned to swiss cheese by the barrage of icicles, the ice projectiles as sharp as blades.

"What's your problem?! Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm trying to be funny, what else do you think? I mean, I know you're a human but you have to have a sense of humor right? Surely you couldn't be that bad?"

That dragon is trying to be a comedian?! If it wasn't for the fact that he barely avoided being impaled by an array of ice blades, he probably would have found this to be ridiculous. Those ice puns were atrocious.

"And why did you attack me, if all you want is to be funny? Just give your joke and leave me alone!"

"Fine fine, chill out. I'll give you my next pun." Frisk's grimace became worse as the sheer awfulness of the pun registered. The dragon pretended not to care and cleared its throat before speaking up. "My fave ice cereals: frosted!"

That... was the extent of the dragon's sense of humor? That was atrocious. Standing up, Frisk blinked a few times and then starting to boo the dragon loudly.

"You think that was funny? Those puns are awful! The worst I heard! I don't think anyone would ever laugh at puns like these! And what are you doing in the middle of the forest if all you want is to be funny? Did you run away? Because I don't think anyone would ever find you funny if all you do is puns like these!"

Frisk booed again, hoping to get the dragon to leave him alone... only to notice that its expression had changed. Whatever he was going to say next, the words died halfway through his throat as the dragon's face turned a very recognizable shade of red, its eyes glowing with rage.

"I thought maybe there was a chance what my history teacher said wasn't right. That humans might not be all bad. After all, you're wearing a stripped sweater and you look too small to be anything else than a kid. I thought, maybe, humans could have a sense of humor. But I guess you humans are all rotten to the core."

Frisk found himself paralyzed in terror as the dragon's baleful glare bored into him. "I wonder if your flesh is as rotten as you?"

Frisk screamed. Pain laced through his body and he tried to run away but he found himself pined to the snow. The dragon's sharp beak had just slammed shut upon his left arm and he found, to his horror, that the teeth actually did work like chainsaw teeth. He couldn't think, he couldn't do anything as he screamed in pure agony.

With a sickening crunch, crimson liquid sprayed all over the snow as the dragon tore off Frisk's arm, the kid's screams heightening in intensity and volume. The dragon's claws and teeth shredded his shirt and the skin underneath, sending bloodstained cloth and chunks of flesh flying all over the place. As blood poured into his mouth and stopped his screams, Frisk found himself starting to cry.

He weakly tried to beg the monster for mercy, to tell it that he was sorry, that he didn't mean to hurt its feelings like this, that he had been mean for no good reason.

If his words ever left his mouth, the dragon did not listen.

He couldn't breathe. He tried to breathe but his mouth just filled with too much blood. Every time he coughed, trying to breathe, he found his chest feeling... sticky and heavy. The air just wasn't reaching his lungs somehow. He felt as if he was somehow drowning.

Eventually, his struggles ended, his eyes growing unfocused and glassy. His chest, now a messy mess of broken ribs and shredded organs, ceased moving. The burning desesperation and pain left him, all growing dark.

I don't want to die I don't want to I don't want to die...

Please, I don't want to die.

He silently called for help. Nobody came.

As life left him, the flow of Determination ceased. With nowhere in which to vent its excess Determination, his Soul cracked and buckled from the stress of the excessive Determination build-up. For a few brave seconds, the desesperate desire to survive allowed Frisk's soul to hold on to life. Then, inevitably, the build-up of Determination became too much and it burst out of his Soul.

The Determination exploded out of his Soul, shredding it to pieces in the process. All sense of belonging to the realm of the living ceased alongside with any lingering thoughts and emotions he might have had.

Young, helpless ten years-old Frisk died alone and forgotten in the snow fields of Snowdin, torn apart by a teen comedian dragon.


It was so strange. The agony he had experienced was the worst he had ever experienced, worst than any fall or even broken bone he had ever felt. The closest he could think was the way Asriel had shot his hand earlier but this had been like this on such a scale and for so long it couldn't compare.

But as his vision had faded, so had the pain. There was only a calm emptiness now.

Before him was a box filled with strange symbols. For a reason he did not know, despite not having eyes or even being anything anymore, he could somehow perceive the box and understand what the symbols meant.

It was a box with his name writen on it and with two panels on it. One panel had "Continue" writen on it while the other had "Reset" writen on it.

Red energy drove him. He could feel the whisper. If he wanted to ever see the surface ever again, to escape those monsters that hated him, he needed to be alive again.

He would get out. He wouldn't give up. And that dragon, what it did to him...

Frisk was filled with Determination. He used it to reach for the "Continue" option.


Frisk understood everything now.

It WAS like in a video game. Saving, resetting... Determination magic. He now understand why he was told to stay determined. If he dies, he can try again.

He had felt so afraid, so helpless. An alien feeling filled his heart. This time, when the dragon came, his eyes did not show the fear it had earlier. That dragon had hurt him. It had killed him. It was not a confused, lost person or someone who wanted to care for him. It was a bully, like the ones back at the orphanage.

Hatred coursed through his veins. It was not a feeling he had felt in a long time. Despair and self-loathing had long extinguished it. Beside, he had never wanted to hurt anyone, to make anyone sad.

But as he looked at that dragon, how it had reacted to him just wanting to be left alone...

He gripped his stick. This time, he was going to use it. As he stepped forward, the dragon's reaction was different.

"Hmmm... chill out, dude!" it called, scared. It was right to be scared.

"You're not funny! Leave me alone! Go bother someone else! SHOO!" Frisk brought down his stick hard upon the dragon's head. It cringed in pain, stumbling back, the thick and heavy piece of wood having left a nasty gash upon its face. The dragon's eyes fluttered from the dizziness for a moment before it turned to him, its eyes narrowed.

"What was that for, you jerk!"

Frisk anwsered by slamming the stick into the dragon's face again. He just wanted it to go away.

"You humans are all rotten!"

Terror gripped him. Instead of understanding that he wanted to be left alone, the dragon once again charged. Blind panic caused him to leap and this time, the dragon's jaws clenched upon empty air.

"Hey, here's a joke, you jerk! Who's dead? YOU!"

The dragon opened its mouth, disgorging a barrage of ice projectiles. Frisk's fear swirled. The dragon was not going to stop hurting him. Not unless he make it stop. And it won't stop. Unless... unless he made it stop.

He thought of the bullies, of how scared he had been, of how that jerk of a wannabe comedian had snacked upon him, of how no one had come to help and he had died alone, begging for mercy in the snow. As anger rose within him, he did not notice the subtle change in his grip of the stick.

This time, he dodged toward the monster. Monster, it was indeed a monster. A bully, a heartless jerk. It wanted to be funny? How is hurting people funny?

He slammed the stick into the side of the dragon's head. The hit made a violent thwack sound, knocking the monster off its feet and causing it to fall over. Frisk didn't think. He couldn't. He slammed his stick into its face repeatedly. Teeth flew out and he could see it try to release another ice breath attack.

He went for the eyes. He dislodged the beak. Feathers flew, dust swirled into the air like a blizzard. He slammed harder and harder until it stopped trying to claw at him, until the hints of magical ice stopped glowing.

It hadn't occured to Frisk that the dragon had stopped moving a full minute ago. Slowly, the red disappeared from his eyes and he stumbled back. The dragon's left eye, the one it had left, was unfocused and glassy, like on a weird doll. Its head was angled in a weird way and he realized that all of a sudden, he couldn't hear the monster breathing. In fact, its face was pretty beat up. There was blood all over its features and it looked somehow brittle, as if falling apart into dust.

Blood? Frisk looked at his arms. They were covered in blood, his sweater thoroughly sticky and dirty. So was his stick. He had absolutely no idea where the dust on his hands had came from, either.

The monster was not moving. It just wasn't moving. Its lone eye was unfocused and glassy. Dust, blood. The world was blurry, confusing. Snow swirled through the snowy trail.

Why? How? What?

Frisk couldn't walk straight. He couldn't stop crying. His chest burnt as he sucked in air loudly and quickly, feeling dizzy. His hands were trembling incontrollably.

Away. He had to get away. He had to get away from there.


TO BE CONTINUED...