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You took in a sharp breath, a gasp if you will, as you took air into your lungs for what felt like the first time. The air rushing through your nose and mouth was musty and stale, feeling dry on you tongue. As your breathing deepened, your lungs getting used to the sensation, you began to pick out sensations, everything too new for you. In the air you could smell dust and old metal, the scent of a long forgotten place. Your ears twitched as you listened to your own breathing, the hollow sound echoing within the space and picking out the pounding of your heart underneath that. Against your skin you could feel the scant scratch of cotton, the pressure of a smooth surface against your back. A soft weight against your shoulder a twitching sensation at the base of your spine. All of these feelings were new and confusing. The sensations almost overwhelming.

Concentrating on the sound and feel of your heart pounding in your chest, you took in a few calming breaths through your nose, getting used to the smell of the world around you. Once you could breath easily and your heart was not threatening to jump from your chest, you blinked your eyelids a few times in order to open them. Squinting against the darkness surrounding you, it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the gloom enough to allow you to see. There was a glass surface a few inches before your face, but you were unable to see much outside it due to the layer of grime that crawled up the surface. Curious as to the world that sat outside the glass, you pressed a tentative palm against the cool surface, pausing to look at your hand. It was small, and you weren't quite sure why that was odd to you. Other than that there was nothing un-ordinary about it. Turning your attention back to the glass you applied a light amount of pressure to the surface, then a little more when it didn't budge.

It still didn't move, so you pressed both hands to the surface and really pushed. Unexpectedly, the glass swung away from you, and with the sudden lack of support you spilled onto the floor. You landed hard on the tile, catching yourself on your elbows and knees. Pain zipped up your lower back as something became trapped. It was soft and thick like a rope. When you moved your arm, the pain stopped. Twisting your head around you noted that a long, fuzzy tail connected to the base of your spine. It was covered in soft, dark brown fur, and puffed out in a poof of fur closer to the end. It didn't escape your notice that you had two, smallish wings protruding from your back. They were covered in soft feathers, the uppermost ones a light, dusty (1st f/c), the ones in the middle a darker (2nd f/c), and the bottom a dark brown. Huffing, you pushed your tail to the side and sat up, taking a look at your dingy surroundings for the first time.

You were in some sort of long and wide room, the floor and half the walls covered in tiles, and the roof high above you. The walls behind and in front of you were lined with these metal and glass containers of some sort, and casting a glance behind you you noticed that you had come from one such containment unit. Sprouting from the tops of each unit were a tangle of cords that reached up to the ceiling and formed a sort of web across the surface. The room had only one light source, a single lightbulb that glowed near the wall to your left. Under the light was a table, and the only thing on the table was a old brown bag. Looking to the right, you noticed there was a door leading to somewhere imbedded into the wall.

Pushing yourself to your feet, you wobbled unsteadily for a moment, your knees knocking together and your ankles threatening to give under your weight. But you managed to find your balance, your tail swishing against the ground and wings changing position subconsciously to aid you. Wobbling towards the table, you smacked your hands into the cold surface for support, having nearly fallen a couple times during the five foot journey. You simply weren't used to the whole walking thing yet it seemed. Or maybe it was the tail-wing combination thing that was throwing you off.

Hm.

Anyway.

Grabbing the top of the bag, you pulled it words you, the material dusty and stiff under your hands. Like it had been sitting there for a really long time. Tugging at the top until it fell backwards and open, you satisfied your curiosity about the contents of the bag when you saw it filled with a number of paper folders, browned with age. Pulling one out, you slowly flipped open the cover and saw that it was filled with loose papers. You wondered what they were about, but knew you couldn't read them. They all looked like they were written in some sort of chicken scratch. Unreadable, but perhaps they were important. Closing the cover of the folder, you pushed it back into the bag and flipped the top back over and pushed it back to it's spot near the wall. You didn't need it if you couldn't read anything in it... right?

Turning away from the table you didn't think there was much else to do in here, other than try to get into the other capsules.

But that didn't interest you.

So you pushed yourself from the table, stumbling towards the door with a single minded purpose. Unfortunately your legs didn't seem to want to cooperate, shuddering each time they took a step. It didn't help that your tail was swishing around your feet against your will, tangling with your shins and ankles. Narrowing your eyes you glared at the impossible thing, kicking it away from your feet before trying to walk again.

It didn't work.

The infernal thing came back, and this time you accidentally stepped on the thicker, stronger part of the tail. Yelping in pain, you teetered off balance, once again crumpling to the floor, this time on your side. Your face scrunched up as your arm tingled, rolling to your stomach so you could sit up again. Once up, you pushed a few stray clumps of hair from your face, determined to stand back up and keep moving.

Finally, after two more falls, your hands smacked into the surface of the door, the metal cold under your fingertips. You pushed against it, expecting it to just swing open like the glass one, only to find that it wouldn't budge. Then you remembered doors like this were supposed to have doorknobs. Looking around and shifting your hands to the side, you made contact with your target a second later, wrapping your fingers around the curves surface. You pushed down, and the latch clicked open. The door swung outwards with an ominous creak, and you peeked your head around the corner to see what lay beyond it.

Just another hallway.

Frowning, you pushed the door open the rest of the way and stumbled into the long corridor, seeing nothing of interest other than a row of doors along one wall. Making your way to the first, you pushed it open to find a massive room full of all sorts of mechanical equipment. Shelves lined one wall, each full of all sorts of glass containers in all sorts of shapes. You could barely make out liquids and other things inside them, but realized you weren't all that interested in finding out more. Moving to the next door you discovered a room filled with filing cabinets. The next one after that had more strange equipment, and had several wide tables covered in blue papers in both rolls and stretched out across the surfaces. The next door was locked, so you moved on. The one after that was some sort of office, overflowing with clutter. It had two doors leading to the room on its left and right. The final door was another office, this one much better organized with nothing in it but a desk, a few empty bookshelves, and the door leading to the office to its right.

Satisfied you'd seen all you needed to in this hall, you turned your attention to the door leading from the hallway. It was big and metal again, and without hesitation you reached for the doorknob and twisted, pulling it inwards this time. Leaning against the wall you shuffled into a long room filled with fans, each large, silent blade sitting stiff in the silence. You noticed that this room didn't end in a door... it just led straight into the next room. It looked like another hallway, and with no other way you wandered towards it, intent on exploring a little.

You wandered from room to room with no clear objective. You'd found an elevator at one point, which was sitting in kind of central area with a number of paths leading away from it. You picked one, heading down into a room filled with dusty beds, then to the left and into a longer room lined with mirrors along one wall and flowers that persisted even though the room didn't appear to have been touched in a long time. Pausing when you reached the first dirty mirror, you caught sight of yourself for the very first time.

You build petite, your features delicate. Wide, rounded eyes sat above a pinkish nose and a line of fur that ran from the tip of your nose to the corners of your eyes. Like... a bunny's nose. Under each (e/c) eye was three white dots, adding a little bit of unique detail to your face. Your (h/l) hair was dark brown near the root, then blended to a dark (2nd f/c) near the middle and to a light (1st f/c) at the bottom. Like your wings, only opposite. Your tail was just a solid dark brown, and you skin a warm (skin/c). You had a light dusting of fur over your shoulders and running down your back, disappearing when it met your tail. Two little dusty (1st f/c) horns sprouted from the top of your head, poking out from under your hair and ending in rounded points.

Over all, you were... cute. Yes, cute was a good word.

Performing a little and highly unsteady twirl, you smiled lightly at your reflection, appreciating the new form though you felt it was a little off, for some reason. For whatever reason... the person staring back at you in the mirror felt like someone else. Not like you. But you supposed you'd have to get used to it, since clearly the girl in the mirror was you. Turning to continue on your way, out of the corner of your eye you noticed something moving in the mirrors as you passed them. And no, it wasn't just your own reflection. It was something else. When you stumbled past the next mirror, you swore the shape in the mirror followed you. It walked behind you, closer to the flowers, but the black and white shape was definitely there. Spinning around, you turned to confront the stalker, but found nothing but an empty room. No one was there except you and the flowers. Slowly you spun and continued on your way, carefully keeping an eye out for the strange shape in the mirror. You passed the next mirror, as did the shape. Freezing you spun towards the room again, but once again there was nothing there. You turned back to the mirror, peering into the gloom reflected back at you while avoiding your own image.

There, behind you, was the strange shadow you'd seen following you. It was vague and wavering... like a mirage. The bulk of it seemed to be black, with two wavering white splotches near its center mass and at the top, creating a sort of head. You blinked at it, wondering what the odd thing was and where it had come from. You took a step to the side, and the shadow's "head" turned to watch your progress. You jumped to the next mirror, as far as you could manage on your shaky legs, and watched the mirrors as the shadow slowly slid towards you, moving through the mirror until it was behind and just to the left of you. Yet when you turned your head to peer over your shoulder, you still saw nothing there.

This was getting weirder and weirder... and slightly scary.

Leaning forwards again to try to get a better look, you were surprised when the creature came a little closer as well. You stepped to the side, and the shadow creature stood beside you, as if to help you get a better look. The image reflected back, you still couldn't really see the shadow for what it was, even though you now knew it stood quite a bit taller than you were. Lifting a hand, while not really paying attention, you placed your hand on the surface of the mirror, wondering if you could get a little closer. If you could get closer, maybe you could figure out what it was. You felt a pull in your chest, behind your sternum, and, instead of stopping on the surface, your hand sunk into the mirror, leaving blackish ripples in it's wake.

Letting out a surprised squeak, you stumbled back, pulling your hand from the mirror and tripping over your tail again. You landed hard on your butt, wincing as pain traveled up your spine. Leaning forwards to rub your back, you sent a worried look towards the mirror, wondering what just happened. It felt like your hand had gone through the mirror, which you found rather odd. The figure in the mirror was beside you still, this time turned more towards you and holding those fuzzy white objects towards you. Almost like it was trying to see if you were okay.

Frowning, you stood back up, approaching the mirror with caution. With one hand, you poked the surface of the mirror. This time, nothing happened. Eyebrows furrowing, you pressed your palm against the surface, wondering if you'd just imagined it before. With a sigh, you glanced at the shadow, wondering what it looked like beyond the mirror. You wished your could satisfy your curiosity, and as that thought passed through your mind, you felt that tugging in your chest again. Without warning, your hand slipped past the surface of the mirror disappearing into whatever space lay beyond. This time you didn't pull back though. This time, you placed your other hand on the mirror as well, watching as it was sucked into the void too. It didn't feel like there was anything beyond the mirror, which is why the word void described it well. Looking up, you noticed that the shadowy figure was right in front of you now, almost blocking out your own reflection. You blinked at it, wondering what it wanted.

Suddenly, you felt something wrap around your wrists. Hand, perhaps. Instinctively you pulled back, but the shadow creature was much stronger than you. So despite your resistance, there was a sharp tug at your wrists, and with a short gasp you were pulled into the mirror head first, into the darkness that lay beyond.

You couldn't quite remember what had happened.

You remember waking up in that place, and wandering around... something about a mirror? Right. You'd been pulled into the mirror by the strange shadow man. But beyond that your memory was a bit of a blank. You weren't alarmed by this revelation or by what experience you'd been through in the mirror though... for some reason it felt... normal? Like it wasn't really out of the ordinary.

Blinking a couple times as you took in your new surroundings, you found yourself alone on a long street. It was lined with houses, spaced rather sparsely with wide patches of grass between each porch. It was cozy, perhaps. Welcoming. But the moonless night cast an eery fog over everything, the only lights coming from space streetlights and the occasional porch. Shivering against the cold that permeated the air, you wrapped your arms around yourself and debated what to do. The clearest course of action would be to knock on any one of the doors around you. Perhaps the inhabitants would be able to help you, even though you weren't quite sure what you needed help with.

Spinning in a slow circle, you noticed that you were actually standing beside an intersection. It didn't have any lights to direct traffic, or any cars passing through it. Behind you was a brown, two story house of some sort, but it looked like the front or main floor had been converted into some sort of shop. The glass windows were a little reflective, but inside there was a light on at the very back of the open space, illuminating counters, tables and chairs. There was a sign hanging above the door, but you couldn't read it in the gloom surrounding you.

Still not quite knowing what to do, you turned to watch the street once again, wondering if there was any point waking any of the inhabitants of the houses. What if they got mad at the interruption of their peaceful slumber? Perhaps when the sun came up you could ask someone where you were. But that would mean you'd have to wait until morning, and you didn't really know how far away that was.

So absorbed in your conflicted thoughts, you didn't notice the movement going on inside the house behind you. That is, until someone opened the front door with a sharp click. You spun around with wide eyes, not knowing what to do now that you were faced with an actual person. They'd... he'd turned on the porch light, which shone on his blond hair enough to make it glow. You couldn't really pick out the rest of his features, but caught the bright red glow of a lighter as he lifted it to light a cigarette. You remained still as he took the first puff, blowing a long string of smoke into the air as he leaned over the railing of the porch.

It was then he noticed you.

You were kind of hoping he wouldn't, but it was obvious when he did. For a second he didn't react, then he let out a startled curse and jumped back from the railing, cigarette falling to the wood. He let out another string of curse words, stomping out the burn to ashes before anything could catch on fire.

"Geezus, sweetheart, you scared the crap out of me." He said, coming a little closer and further into the light. You blinked at him, tensely not knowing what to do. He didn't seem phased. "What are you doing out here? It's the middle of the night."

"I don't... I don't know." You answered, voice soft and unfamiliar to your ears. As you said the words, you realized how true they were.

"Do you know your way home from here?" He asked, eyebrows pushing together. You shook your head. You didn't even know how you got to this street. Now he frowned. Pushing himself off the banister, he casually worked his way towards you, taking the stairs off the porch to the sidewalk. When his feet hit the cement, you took a few cautious steps back. He froze, then held up his hands as a sign of not meaning harm. "Easy there, sweetheart. I ain't gonna hurt you. What's your name? I'm Quinn."

You blinked at the man named Quinn, trying to remember your name. You had to have and name... right? Yet... nothing came to mind. It felt like something hovered on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't push it past your lips, couldn't vocalize the syllables. "I... I don't know," you answered, shaking your head and wrapping your arms around yourself.

Quinn, looked a little taken aback by that, but his face quickly smoothed with sympathy. He took another step towards you, hands still extended before him. This time you didn't move back, you just watched him cautiously. "Do you remember how old you are? Where you came from? How you got here?"

You shook you head, looking at the ground as the realization that you didn't know anything washed over you. "I don't remember," you whispered, knowing no truer words. You hadn't even thought twice about it before, but his questions brought to light that you literally had no memories. Nothing to draw on beyond waking up in that strange research orientated place. Who were you? You mind struggled to give up the answers, but came up completely blank. You didn't know your name, how old you were, where you came from. Where your mind should have retained this kind of information, there was nothing but a big blank. A gap in your mind where you knew you should have memories. Strangely enough, you still knew how to speak, and knew what things were called. You knew basic things, things you needed to function, but nothing beyond that. That reality came crashing down on you, and suddenly you were crying.

"Hey now, it's okay! Everything going to be okay." Quinn soothed, taking another couple steps closer. You started shaking, unable to control your sobs. For the first time you realized how lost you were. How utterly alone. Why were you here? You didn't move as Quinn approached and put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Quinn you ass! You better not be smoking out here again!" Someone, a woman, yelled, throwing the front door open with enough force to make you jump a good foot. Your tears stopped as quickly as they had started as you looked around with fearful and wide eyes.

"Elena not now." Quinn snapped back, turning towards the girl illuminated by the house light. "Don't worry, she isn't going to hurt you either." He quickly said, turning to sooth you again.

"Quinn I swear to god–" The girl, Elena warned, coming towards the edge of the porch. She paused when she saw you. "Wait who is that?"

"I'm not sure. She was just standing out here. I think she might have amnesia or something."

"Really?" Elena pursed her lips, looking you over suspiciously.

"Yes." Quinn emphasized before meeting your worried gaze gently. "Why don't you come inside? We can sort everything out there."

You hesitated, not really knowing if you could trust these two. Quinn didn't seem like a bad person as far as you could tell, but Elena seemed mighty suspicious of you. Then again... what choice did you have? You didn't know where you were, how to get back to the one place you did remember. And maybe he was just trying to help.

With no other viable option, you hesitantly nodded your head. Quinn smiled reassuringly before turning to lead you towards the house. You blinked, realizing that in leading the way he was giving you another chance to chose. This way you could leave if you wanted to, right now. He wasn't boxing you in by following you into the house. Taking a deep breath, you followed Quinn up the porch steps, deciding to trust the strangers... at least for a little while.

(Gaster's POV)

Gaster watched silently through the veil that separated reality from the void. He'd been monitoring her since she'd woken up in the True Lab.

But how would she progress from this point on? The variables were many, and the results still unknown. With her, Gaster had created something completely new and unknown.

More research was needed before any conclusions could be reached.

From his vantage point, Gaster observed as she followed the human siblings Elena and Quinn into their coffee shop, vision blocked when the door closed gently behind them. Though taking her to Toriel, or even his son's place, might have been more direct, Gaster had hoped bringing her here would give her a bit more of a foundation before meeting them. Both of the siblings had connections with the larger monster group, and through that he believed she would gain a foundation in which to integrate herself back into the group.

But for now, all Gaster could do was observe and wait.

So what did you think?

Below is how I imagined this new character... but as always you can imagine her however you like. (Keep scrolling for more info~)

So just a few housekeeping matters now...

I noticed a comment for the previous chapter asking why Sans doesn't remember the RESET's. The answer is simple: he doesn't in the game either. He knows of the timelines, but only knows Frisk is doing something over based on her expressions (at least when they're using a save). At least, that's my interpretation and what I believe for his character. So that's how I'm going to keep things in CYHM. Just thought I'd explain this now instead of later.

This was the official start of part 2 for CYHM. I hope you understood that though this is technically a new character, it will still follow your perspective. The "perspective" has simply transitioned from (y/n) to this new character. In doing so, this new character can be seen as the reader, and I would like you to consider her as such (which is why I left most of her appearance traits up to you to decide.) This will make sense later I promise. I have very valid, plot related reasons for doing this.

Chapter twenty nine will be out March 4th!

Also... in chapter twenty six there were a couple comments saying it was the 25th and were asking for the new chapter, and while I didn't mind this, I'd like to remind you all that I live on the west coast of Canada. That means I run on Pacific Time. Which means 10am on the 4th for me might not be 10am on the 4th for you. Just... keep that in mind I guess? I'm not faulting you for that though just reminding you.

Thank you for your patience!

Author, out!