Frisk was groggy to say the least as she woke up, she remembered dying... again. And then... she sat up screaming in the dark room, not wanting to be in the dark EVER AGAIN. She didn't even register the rushing foot steps as a group of people rushed in and turned on a light. They found Frisk curled up and shaking her Magic eyes ignited in two brilliant flames, one red and purple the other Pink and purple. Stepping closer a few of them heard her muttering...

Frisk: "No more darkness, no more dark... make it go away. Make it go away.... I'm scared."

They quickly turned on all the lights in the room Toriel pulling the shaking girl onto her lap and rocking her gently. Lightly shushing her as she rocked the young skeleton, wondering how Frisk had returned to life after 60 years. Sans sighed lightly, judging on Frisk's bones and much shorter stature. He'd say she was 14 or so again, though why that number specifically. Was it random Chance that Frisk reverted to the age they first met? Or was something else at play here. Either way, he had never seen Frisk this scared before. And all over the dark... then again being dead and waking up in a fucking Coffin would traumatize anyone. It took nearly two hours to calm Frisk down enough to stop shaking. And unsurprisingly she passed out again right after, though this time it was mental and emotional exhaustion and not panic. 

Toriel: "My poor child..."

Sans: "Yea waking up in a coffin, being trapped alone in the dark in a tight confined space the size of... well a coffin... That's going to traumatize anybody, plus look at her, she younger, and a skeleton. Meaning she's more intune with her emotions, HoPes, and dreams."

Alphys: "Sh-should we... check her?"

Sans: "Yea... I think that's for the best... I'll do it, I'm the only one here who's a licensed medical professional."

Check: "Name: F░C░r░h░i░a░s░r░k░a░ ░D░D░r░r░e░e░e░a░m░m░u░e░r░r░r░. Atk: 0.5. Def: 1̞͚̲͙̟̝̱̆͠0͎͕́̊͟ͅ0̺̼͍͖̟̼̍͛ͭͨ̕ͅ,̠͙̜͖̞̀͛̿͘0̟͎̝̜̺̳͔̱ͧ͞0̫̖̱̟̈̎̉͠0̄҉͎͖͕̟̬̲̣ͅ,̧͍̠̯̹̤͑͊0̴̭̲̭̱̄̆̏͐0̈́͏͉̹̰̤̻ͅ1̧̮̦̦̞̞̝͔̻̀̓̃̀. Information: Age: 114, ₩̷͓͉̟̣̘͓̟̬ͭ͑̋₳̩̻͉̀̂̅̃͘₦̲̤͈̮͚͕̮̂͠₮̸̱͎̫ͣ̇₴̫͚͔̖̯̭͙ͭ̃͊ͣ̀ ̷̗̳ͥ̐₮̍҉̼̣̭̭͕̬̹̖Ø̝̳̙͌ͫͩ̇͢ ̼̪̺̞͎̟͇͍̈́͘Đ͖̖̭̩̤̦̙̈̅̉̚͞ł̛͚͍̩̝̭̮̤̟́̀̑Ɇ̱̦̻̔ͤ͆͗́ ̨͚͉̠̻̒͑₳̱̙̪̮̞̎͗̿ͯ͘₦̠̬̳̖͈̰ͩ͂̓͜Đ̡͓͓̞͌̆͂̊ ͩ̉҉̗̩̺̝ͅ₴̸̱̲͖̝̲̃ͅ₮͈̯̻̬͖͎̪̣͛ͬ̏͘₳̴̥̗̰̳̘̣̑Ɏ̶̮̪̺̫̟̠̼̫̀̃ ̼̱͎̻̓ͣ̌͟Đ̾҉̭̝̭͉̘Ɇ̙͖ͦͬ͠₳̢̜̜͔͎̎Đ̝̦̪̋͐ͥ́.̯̜͖̝͈͉̓̀ͮ͑͘ Đ̧͔̪ͪ̇ͨØ̶̺͍͎̬̻̞̔͋Ɇ̸̳̭̖̞̣̞͉͖́ͮ̓͋₴̸̤͙̦̞̪̈́₦̖͇̭̲̦̹͙͖͖ͮͩͥ͌͒͒̍͜͠ͅ'̧̫͖̭̰͇̝̘͕̃₮̴͉̣̳̣̥̭͓͆ͪ ̡̳̰͖͍̥̬ͨ͊ͮ₩̷̬̝ͯ₳̨̯̻̫͓̣̦̠͆̂ͧͫ₦̩͙̩̈́ͦ͐͘₮͆̍҉̹̹͉̦̟̭̲ͅ ̉͊̊͏̬̭̼̖͚̖͖₮̧͎͓͇̖̟̚Ø͉͖͈̲̾ͨ͘ ͖͇̳͍͎̯̍͠Ⱨ̗̩̪͚ͮ̒ͮ͝Ʉ̦͎̮̜̹̈ͫ͠Ɽ͉͔̣̫̍͢₮̧̯̖̲͔̻̞ͦ̓̒ͅ ̹̖̪̫̹̬̌̾͘₳̘̱̫͙̣̜̙̲͂̿ͦͧ͜₦͖̗̱̪̲̭ͭ́Ɏ̨̣̫̹͈̗̩̩̊͋ͭ̄Ø̸̠̮̰̩̂̽ͦ₦̸̼̻̥̦̙̻͊Ɇ̱̼̭̥ͬ̂̀.̪̘̲̖̫̊͟.

Extra Info: Is terrified of the dark and small spaces now. WAS a ᴾ̧̩͕͗ᵘ͋̊͏̩͓͍͚̙ᵖ͚͉ͩ̀͛̕ᵖ̠̣̫͕͇̙̎́ͅᵉ̹̟̳̉̅̀͜ᵗ̶̙̩̥̟̲̪̣̾̚ͅ"

(Translation: "100,000,001. Wants to die and stay dead. Doesn't want to hurt anyone. Was a Puppet")

Sans was taken aback, what were these glitched stats, he could barely read them. But he could read them... suddenly all of he strength left him, and Sans collapsed to the floor. Alphys and Toriel calling to him. Sans putting up a hand asked them to give him a moment. He had to process what he read. She WANTED TO DIE and STAY DEAD?! And what was that about not wanting to hurt anyone and what the FUCK did it mean she was a puppet?! ...Was she being controlled for the Genocide runs oh so long ago? Shit, guess he had some apologizing to do, getting up on very shaky legs Sans carried himself to the couch and flopped down. Before explaining exactly what he saw.

Toriel: "A... Puppet? Someone... was controlling them?"

Sans: "Yea it said WAS in all caps, as if saying that wasn't even going to happen again."

Alphys: "So those... ... other timelines Frisk told us about. Where she..."

Sans: "Yea probably was being controlled for em, HELL she could have been controlled in EVERY timeline as far as we know."

Toriel: "That's... terrible I... my poor child..."

Sans: "There's more, her name was... glitched a bit. There was another name overlaid on top of it. Chara Dreamer. Dreamer spelt D, R, E, A, M, E, R, like the word."

Alphys: "But Chara... is in her own Artificial body..."

Sans: "I don't think this is our original Frisk, but that begs the question. Was our Frisk also controlled?"

Toriel: "I fear the answer to that question..."

Sans: "Same..." 

With this new question looming over them the trio decided to shelve that for now. The bigger question was, how did they get Frisk acclimated to her new Skeleton Body? She was going to has to learn a LOT of new things, including some very embarrassing things. But hopefully this Frisk was a quick learner, if not well... best not to think about that.