Frisk wasn't quite sure what happened.<br/><br/>The barrier broke, the shrill shatter still echoing in her ears. The happy murmurs of the monsters around her warmed her heart, making all the exhausting and almost soul-crushing events of her adventures in the underground worth it. They seemed happy, smiling facing beaming as bright as the sunlight that now beckoned them.<br/><br/>The young human followed them, walking in the wake of their shadows. Sans had turned to make sure she was following, reaching out to take her hand and invite them to join the rest of the monsters until a sharp and pained scream broke the happy reverie. "<em><strong>HELP!</strong></em>"<br/><br/>Frisk turned, eyes wide as she realised that Aster hadn't been behind her as she'd previously presumed. Instead she was behind pulled into an endless black hole, and just looking at it filled Frisk's heart with dread, making her sick to her stomach.<br/><br/>Ignoring the shouts behind her, the human ran towards their friend at full speed, vaguely aware of Sans and Papyrus reacting as if they'd seen a vehemont demon. And maybe they had. Their shouts seemed to be screaming something they knew of, but Frisk didn't care. She leapt forward, grasping for the boney hand of the one who had stayed by her side through their mutual nightmare.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>ASTER!</strong></span>"<br/><br/>The hand that she had so firmly grabbed hold of seemed to vanish. Almost. It was as if it had never been there to begin with, as if it ceased to be along with the body it was attached to. Everything around her turned dark, darker than dark. Darker than anything she could've ever imagined, even the black behind her eyes in the blackest cave in the blackest night would seem to have more colour than this absence of anything.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Sans?! Papyrus?! Where are you?</strong></span>" Frisk called out in fear, her voice not even echoing in the abyss, the sensation of falling flickering through her body like a heartbeat, as if it was there but wasn't quite sure about itself.<br/><br/>But then she was falling.<br/><br/>Down.<br/><br/>Down.<br/><br/>Down.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">THUD!</span></em><br/><br/>Everything was black. True black. Not the absence of light but simply the black behind her eyes. And the throbbing pain of a headache that seemed all too familiar.<br/><br/>"<em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Frisk? Are you alright? Wake up.</span></span></em>"<br/><br/>Blearily, her eyes opened, light almost blinding her for a moment. She squinted towards the source of the voice, beside her, gentle features gazing upon her and her hand shaking her lightly.g her lightly.<br/><br/><em>Aster</em>.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Are you okay?</strong></span>" The young human asked, slowly sitting up and edging closer to the monster, concern etched into her face as she looked over the skeleton for any signs of injury despite her own body aching from head to toe. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Are you hurt?</strong></span>"