You awake on a bed of golden flowers. Faint dripping and the smell of mildew perks your senses. Your eyes snap open as you slowly arise on your propped elbow. The light pouring in from above warms your skin. Skin. You haven't felt the warmth or function of a human body in so long. Such a tender morsel to hold in your grasp makes you hungry. You stand and brush off your pants as you look around the dark ruins you now stand in. The ground in front of you quivers as a small stem and bud emerge from within. The bud blooms open to reveal a small yellow flower with a grinning face. It speaks.

"I know why you're here, and I have to say that I'm glad."

You glance down at the flower with an unamused look. It cackles.

"Now that you're back, things will change. We can do so much as a pair."

The flower curls back into it's bud and retreats into the soil. You begin walking. Faint noises every now and then perk your attention. It was all too familiar. You turn each corner as though there is a map embedded into your skull. A small monster hops into your path, unknowing of your looming presence. A voice that is not your own and a name flashes in your mind: Froggit. You approach and grab the small creature before it can escape. A shrill noise escapes it's throat before you tightly grip your hands around it's neck and squeeze. Don't. You huff and put all your weight into it, hands shaking now with pressure. Stop it. The monster stops struggling and slowly fades to dust. You look down at your ash-covered hands as a strange pleasure washes over you. You liked that. You encounter more familiar creatures along the way, all of which meet the same fate.

After much puzzle-solving and navigation from your prodding memories you come across a warming home. The windows are dark and empty. You walk up to a cliff overlooking a city and watch the view for a moment before something on the ground catches your eye. You find a toy knife and put it in your pocket. You now make your way to the door and turn the doorknob which is surprisingly unlocked. She always locked her door. You enter the warm house and take a deep breath. The smell of cinnamon fills your nostrils. You turn yourself in the direction of the kitchen. It's empty, a rather cold pie sitting on the counter. You open the fridge and and scan the shelves until you find what you were looking for. You pull out the small packaged chocolate and hum hungrily as you begin unwrapping it. Something moves behind you and perks your ears. You turn around to face a motherly silhouette in the kitchen doorway. She looks upon you with worry.

"How did you find your way here, my child? You are far away from home." She notices the chocolate in your hand and smiles. "Hungry, aren't you? Come, let me clean you up and make something to eat." Your lips curl into a rather sinister, creepy smile. Even in the dark lit room, you notice her expression change. Don't hurt her. She now gazes upon you with confusion. You lunge and with one hit, she fades. You look around the house one last time before going down the stairs and to the opening. You open the door to the underground and feel a chill breeze hit your face. You continue walking.

A form appears from in the snow storm and grins at you. "Hey,kid."

A skeleton wearing a baggy coat and basketball shorts stands in your way now. You prod for his name, but something is blocking you now. You find nothing of him, no memories. She's blocking you. He walks closer as if you're old friends. You give him a cold stare and watch his every move. His eye sockets lower slightly as if he were worried. He scans your form and stops at your oddly dusty hands. He finally speaks again, his mouth never moving "Frisk?" You give a trademark grin and shake your head at him. I won't let you. You have no say in what I do. He stared at you as if he were empty. "Come for a walk with me."

You walk with this monster for a while before he speaks.

"Who are you?" This monster has a stern voice now. "What are you?"

The skeleton walks a few more steps before stopping and turning to you. Something inside you feels like it's fighting. Like it's trying to escape. You fight to keep her quiet while you observe this monster who is questioning you so fiercely. He watches you patiently, and you start to realize that he recognizes your physical appearance. He knows this girl. You prod this mind for memories or a clue. But she blocks you. You assume this monster has realized your refusal to speak because he leans in close, his white pupils gone in his empty sockets, and whispers, "You should watch yourself."

He turns forward and keeps walking, soon vanishing. You watch before tuning into the girl.

"Who is he?" But she does not answer.