Again, Frisk found herself in a field of flowers. Their golden hue was all she could see in every direction. The stretch of darkness that existed beyond the pedals was hardly noticeable, and only if she looked up.

This was definitely a dream. Frisk could feel it deep within her soul from the very beginning. Strangely enough, she felt calm. Rather than feel anxious and scared, wondering when she'd pop into the judgement hall for Sans' final words, she instead felt at peace. Everything was quiet and tranquil.

Frisk smiled and reached her hand out, catching pollen and stray pedals in her palm. She exhaled softly and drew her fingers in, closing them around the pedals. 

"Don't get too comfortable."

Frisk froze. Her fingers went numb, her palm burned. Her very being suddenly felt heavy, and all she could do was grunt in pain. She forced her head up.

The floating pollen and pedals froze, suspended in mid-air for a split second before slowly beginning to move again. As they started back on their perspective paths, the flowers wilted and turned black. Everything else went up like wisps of smoke. The golden glow was cut like a flame, leaving Frisk in total darkness.

Just as,l she found herself able to move again, a red glow faded in at a distance in front of her. It pulsed softly at first, but quickly became a harsh beacon of dark red light. Frisk grit her teeth, recognizing the light as coming from a soul. 

A human soul.

She knew this soul well, but still couldn't tell if it was her own or [i]hers[/i].

"Don't you miss the fun?"

Frisk clenched her fists at her sides. The voice boomed overhead, yet it pounded in her very mind. The words surrounded her brain like fingers, reaching and prodding for a grasp on it. 

"I miss you, partner."

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Frisk jolted awake. Her eyes snapped open, wide and unfocused. She couldn't breathe. Her skin was pale and cold, her body shivering every so often. After an antagonizing moment, she finally sucked in a breath. 

No. No, no, no. Not now. Never again! 

In a flurry of motion, Frisk scampered off the couch and up the stairs. Sans' jacket was clutched in her hand, though she hardly noticed it at all. Rather than rush to Sans like one would expect, she instead dashed into the bathroom. 

She just had to make sure. 

Frisk threw herself against the counter, breathless despite her run being so short. With her chest heaving, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. To her relief, it was her own. Just her own.

Then it twisted to someone else. Something else. The face that stared back at her was but a mere child's, yet the red eyes bore into her very soul. The child smiled so sweetly and confidently, and seeing it made Frisk feel physically ill.

Frisk screamed. She cried so loudly, it startled even her. She stepped back with her hands over her mouth, and when her back hit the wall she slid down it. She sat in a crumpled heap on the floor, whimpering and hugging Sans' jacket to her chest like it could ward off that evil entity all on its own. She curled in on herself, blubbering softly to herself.

"No, no...Oh god, no."