[url=https://youtu.be/yen4QGoLse4] Frisk, New York, Grand Central...[/url]

This was not a completely alien situation to the child, their face reamining the picture of calm despite finding themself within the dissused city. While the situation was not strange to the child, the environment was. The tall, aged spires were a wonder, even to one who had seen the serene Snowdin and experienced the coldness of non-existence. Whatever happened here, it was probably linked to the exact same thing which brought them here. Memories of a "fight", a peaceful aftermath... and then this.

Non-existence...

Their thoughts went to familiar faces, the friends who had both fought and saved Frisk, and who Frisk had saved. It'd only been about an hour or two sinse their arrival, and Frisk already found themself missing the company of their friends. And so their thoughts remained on that topic as they wandered the desolate streets, having gone outwards from Grand Central, and eventually finding themself in the darndest place, with a surprising item in their hand.

A packet of dry spaghetti, dust having long gathered on the shelf they had collected it from. Amazing how time flew, when you were thinking about fun things. The market store had a humid air to it, undoubtedly from the long-rotten food which seemed to remain inside. Frisk looked around, their lazy gaze not betraying their ongoing confusion. Another thought crossed their mind...

[b]LOAD.[/b]

...

Nothing. No SAVES. Frisk tried again -

[b]LOAD... LOAD. LOAD. LOAD.[/b]

Nothing. This was a reset, or something similar to it... but they still had their memories. Frisk remembered everything that had happened, like it was just yesterday, and that was not too far from the truth. But there was no going back, nothing to return to. That left only one way for Frisk to go - forward. 

[i][b]*[/b]Thinking of the absence of your friends and new family with no evidence of turning back, your resolve is steeled. You are filled with GRIM determination. [/i]

Whatever brought Frisk here could not be too far. Just like before, they set their mind to a goal - finding what Frisk would eventually find out to be the New York terminal. The child stepped out into the street with the packet of spaghetti in hand, and walked.