Frisk blinked as at the bright lights gleaming off the snow hit her eyes. Sorry that I can't help anymore. You didn't help much before. I think I can handle it. Frisk walked forward to where Sans and Papyrus were, once again.
"SANS! NO MORE PUNS! GO BACK TO YOUR STATION!" Papyrus explaimed pointing towards Frisk. Papyrus didn't look in Frisks direction, he just stared at Sans.
"Hey Paps."
Sans gestured towards the human. Papyrus finally looked up towards Frisk.
"OH MY GOSH SANS! IS THAT A HUMAN!?!?"
Sans spotted a rock in the path and kept his nonchalant smile. "Bro, I thinks that's a rock."
"OH." Papyrus said, disappointed.
Sans laughed under his breath. "But what's that behind the rock?" Sans chucked.
"HUMAN!!!" Papyrus shrieked. Frisk stared at Sans as she walked towards Payrus. She gave him the look of 'Really?'
"Hi." Frisk said, hands in her pockets.
"WHAT? WHY IS THE HUMAN TALKING SANS?"
"This..." Sans paused unsure of what to say. I've never seen him hesitate like this before. Frisk replied instead of Sans. "My names Frisk. I'm a..." Frisk smiled at the thought. "Angel. From the surface."
"SANS! IS THAT REALLY THEM?"
Sans looked genuinely confused. "I... don't know Paps... I don't know." It was as if Sans was helpless. He had no idea what to do or say.

"Welp, nice to meet you two." Frisk shook Papyrus's hand and grasped Sans's hand in a firm shake. Frisk leaned forward and whispered to Sans, "I'm different than anything you've ever had down here. Trying to use your dialogue is useless."

Frisk leaned back with a smile and clapped her hands together. "I gotta go for now. I'm heading towards the nearest city." It's called Snowtown. "Snowtown. I'll see you two later."

Frisk started to walk away until Sans called the kid back. "Frisk! What did you say?"
"Snowtown." Frisk replied.

"Chara, get out of here." Sans said vigorously. His left eye started to glow a bright blue. He pointed back towards where Frisk came. "What?" Frisk said.

Papyrus looked confused. "BROTHER! WHAT IS HAPPENING? IS THAT REALLY CHARA?"

"Chara. OUT. Now. Otherwise there WILL be consequences." Sans hisssd.

"I think you have me confused. I'm Frisk. Chara was my sister. Did you know her?"

"Sister?!?" Sans exclaimed as he moved his hand is a swooping downward motion. He then seemed to jerk his hands side-to-side in a particular order until it was as if time stood still. Papyrus was unmoving, just staring at Sans. He was still plastered with the same perplexed facial expression. He didn't flinch.

One moment Frisk was looking at Papyrus and the next she turned and Sans was staring her down less than 1 inch away from her face. He leaned in closer. "Sister?"

"Move out of my face." Frisk shoved Sans backwards. Sans growled. "How can you be her sister? Chara came down here 100 years ago."

"Toriel says when I fell I got a coma. Coma. Means a long loooong sleep." Frisk condescendingly replied.

"Don't be sarcastic with me Chara."
"My NAME it Frisk."
"Whatever. You're going to be the same person anyway."

Sans's eye seemed to glow brighter as he readied a bone in his hand. Where did it come from?

"Wait. What makes you think I'm Chara anyway?"
"I have no times for your games."
"Just tell me."
Sans reluctantly replied. "It's called Snowdin. Only she knows that name. We renamed it after Chara utterly destroyed it."

Sans moved his hands in a jerky motion once again and sent the bones flying at Frisk. She was unable to dodge. All she saw before her eyes were the flashing images of her sweet, innocent, sister. Destroying a town. Blood on her hands.

Frisk arrived in that dark room once again. She pushed the same button and she landed in the same bed of flowers. This was going to take. A. Very. Long. Time.