Curled up in the bed, Frisk had at first been comforted by a familiar smell. It was like... clean sheets and cinnamon spice lulling her to sleep as she had done before. Only there hadn't quite been the sense of paranoia looming over her head, no worry a crazy goat lady was going to tie her up in her sleep, or feed her poisoned pie. This version of Asgore was a lot more soft and less threatening than the previous world. And she had just been so tired...<br/><br/>But when the small human closed her eyes worry entered her mind again. She was running through darkness, chasing after figures who were always walking away from her, never catching up, hearing shrieking and screaming all around her drowning out her own shouts for them to turn around, if she could just reach the two skeletons-<br/><br/>She jolted awake, bolting upright in the bed and looking around in panic.<br/><br/>The screams weren't in her dreams.<br/><br/>Turning to the floor she found her friend writhing and screaming as if in agony. Without a second thought Frisk jumped out of bed, kneeling next to Aster and shaking her roughly to wake her up.<br/><br/>"<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Aster! Aster! Wake up! It's okay! You're safe, we're safe, wake up!</span></strong>" She begged and pleaded, shaking the other female and trying to smack her face hard enough to wake her but light enough not to be too painful.