YOUR P.O.V

You were lying on a bed of yellow flowers in a large cave. Directly above you, the cave opened up to a fair sized hole. Sunlight was shining down through it, directly onto you. It was very warm opposed to the cold cave surrounding you. 

You stood up and looked around. There was a pathway that leads farther into the cave. You followed it. Your head was spinning and beginning to ache. You were questioning everything in your path. "Where are you? Where's Sans? How did you get here?" These were all questions that were swimming in your mind, poking and prodding at any convoluted idea your mind could stir together in a feeble attempt to understand. 

You went through another doorway to see a patch of grass showered in sunlight from another small hole in the cave ceiling. There was nothing on the patch of grass. Nothing at all. For some reason, that was discomforting. 

You continued past it, trying to settle your uneasy feeling by ignoring it. You were met by a series of odd rooms. They were old and covered in dust, a lot of dust, piles of dust, dust absolutely everywhere. You felt sinful. As you walked, this dust covered your feet. You looked down at the dust and yourself. It was coating you feet and legs. You saw no reason in trying to dust it off as there was so much more of it. 

You buckled down and kept walking. You soon found a small house that looked an awful lot like the one Tori-Toriel, you corrected yourself, lived in. You knocked but nobody came. 

You walked in. "Hello? Anyone home?" There was no response. You went room to room. It was exactly like Toriel's house but no-one was home.  You made your way down the stairs into a strange set of hallways that lead to a large, heavy door. In front of this door was a remarkably large pile of dust. You walked around it and opened the door. You were met by a cold breeze. The breeze lifted the dust on and around you, up into the air. Twirling it as if it was dancing. As if it were, or had once been living. The breeze settled and so did the dust.

You continued forward on your journey. You walked out into the snowy forest and the door slammed behind you. You trudged through the snow and found nothing but, dust and broken puzzles. You soon came to a town called Snowdin. If you could laugh at the joke, you would have, but you felt no joy. 

You walked through the town but nobody came. 

You found a red scarf in the snow. But nobody came.

You kept walking, you found a waterfall, you teetered dangerously over magma. But nobody came. 

But one thing that was common in all of these places were piles of dust.

Eventually, you found your way to a beautiful hallway. It had pillars up to the roof and stained glass windows with the crest you had seen on the door earlier. Sunlight was shining through the windows, giving the whole room a glorious yellow glow. You could hear birds chirping outside. It was very clean up until a certain area where there seemed to be more pillars clustered together. All around these pillars were broken floor tiles, glass shards, and blood stains. You gasped and backed up into a pillar. You couldn't quite grasp what had happened. You were terrified.

Not wanting to step on anything, but still wanting to get out of the hall as soon as possible, you walked around one of the pillars. You were forced to stop. Behind this pillar, there was a pile of dust. There was something buried under the dust. Carefully you picked it up, trying not to spread the dust too much. Now, in your hands was a sweater. A blue sweater, with... blood on it. Strangely enough, it felt important to you. You couldn't understand why but you couldn't put it down. Instead, you wrapped it around your shoulders and pulled the sleeves close. 

In the next room, there was a field of golden flowers. Sunlight was filling the room. A golden throne was in the center of the field and on the throne, was a girl. The girl from the picture. The girl in a green and tan striped sweater. She had rosy cheeks  and shoulder length brown hair. Her eyes were a piercing, blood red. A bloody knife in her hands. She laughed. 

"Oh! you found my plaything! Oh, what a pretty coat. What a challenge." She laughed harder. Not knowing what to say, you stayed silent. You didn't understand. She held the bloody knife up to her face and licked it. "And so tasty too. Mmm." She stood up and strutted over to you in a merry way. You stepped back but she still managed to get right up into your face. She looked you up and down. "Ever wonder what happens when a monster dies?" You shook your head. She smirked. "They turn... to... dust!" She blew dust into your face.

You coughed and fell backwards. You whimpered, thinking about what she had said. Not all of that dust could have been monsters, could it? It would explain why there was so much of it in piles. You were covered with the bodies of the recently deceased. You shuddered. But why were they all dead? What had happened to them? "W-what did you do?" You asked. 

"I killed them silly! Don't you worry, though! I won't kill you... not yet anyway!" She laughed. "No, I need you right now. But first, I need you to WAKE UP!" She slashed the knife through your chest. You could feel the blade slice through your flesh. You screamed.

You woke up screaming, clutching your chest. You still felt the pain. You looked around, in a panic. You were back in the small room at Toriel's house. The door flew open and Sans and Toriel ran in. 

"Are you alright, my child?! What's wrong?!" Toriel asked. She hugged you tightly.

"Kiddo what's wrong?" Sans questioned. 

You finally caught your breath and hugged back, wiping the tears that had formed in your eyes. "I'm fine," you whined, "just, just a bad dream." You giggled meekly.

"Oh, you poor dear. I'll get you some tea."

"Y-yes please." 

She got up and left the room. Sans walked up and sat beside you. "It's OK kiddo. I'm here for ya. Why don't we go out to the living room?" You smiled and pulled back the covers so you could get up but there was something else there. On your legs, under the blanket was a sweater. The blue sweater. "Oh hey, my old sweater," Sans said.