For a long while, Frisk was somewhere else. She was lost in a sea of terror and memories, swept further and further away by every horrible thing she had done in past timelines. Unlike her usual nightmares, Frisk recalled everything that had to do with that one entity in particular. The girl whose hate was so powerful, it easily corrupted Frisk's friendly nature time and time again.

She had been absent throughout this entire timeline. Of course, that wasn't too unusual. Sometimes she stayed away, leaving Frisk and the entirety of the Underground alone. Considering that, Frisk wasn't sure if everything had only been a hallucination put on by her guilty mind. Dear god, did she hope it was.

Either way, Frisk couldn't tell where she was at first. Her mind began to shift back to reality, where her heart was hammering and there were arms holding her. It was like she was finally waking up. There were tears on her face, and her throat was a little raw from screaming. But she was warm, and the soft whispers in her ears made her feel secure.

Was it Sans? No...No, it had been Sans. Now it was Papyrus comforting her. She eased her tense body, melting against the brothers. She was still a little lost, but at least she was safe. if she had truly returned, Chara couldn't get her.

But Chara could get anyone else.

At that thought, Frisk held on to Papyrus with one arm, while the other clutched at the jacket that was still in her hold. She wanted to say something to comfort the brothers, to say that she was all right, but couldn't find her voice. 

There was no way she was going to be going back to sleep that night.