Awaking in an uncomfortable aura of bliss, my sanctioned thoughts quivered just as much as the tip of my trembling lip. The warm, frozen coolness that encased my body was just as unnerving as the contrasting emotions that perplexed my brain's nerves and senses. It had felt like the faded stories of the defined sixth sense that I had been told as a child: it had been fated to be lost within the realms of society. My vision blurred as the sunlight shone in the retinas of my stirring eyes, which hung heavy from the dense bags along the ridges of my eye sockets.

It had felt like I had been asleep for centuries, yet I did not feel even the least bit rested for the time being. It was as if all of the energy that was given to me had been taken away within a snap of two fingers. Sapped away within the meaningless dreams my brain had yet to uncover, my energy was no longer able to be restored. I could not lift even the slightest muscle, for my vulnerability was immense; my muscles: enervated and weak.

The green grass blades that focused through my squinting eyes were close and defined; the clear, vivid saturations of verdant olive and luscious jade enveloped my senses with a freshness that nothing else could compare to. The faint remnants of water droplets from a spring dew rested upon the lined veins of the consecutive blades. They rested there, in perfectly spherical shapes, too perfect for the natural world of chaos. It was like seeing out of a camera, though the motion picture in front of me remained still, for there was no moving air within the mysterious place I lied in.

A stagnant, yet refreshing feeling wafted over my body, along with the still, icy chill of Death. It was reassuring to be so close to what seemed like the essence of Life, however, it was also just as formidable to be so close to Death as well.

The memories that seeped back within my mind perplexed me just as much as they did upon me initially receiving them in such an abrupt manner. They made me ponder and question much of what I had already learned regarding the rules of the opposite realm I had succumbed so objectively to. The whispers of nostalgia kept my pivotal mind from going mad with insanity; ironically, they kept the balance of nature within my earthly body.

Or did they just fit in with the rapid formation of chaos lurking inside of my human mind? The outcome was certainly thrilling to seek the answer to.

As the vivid memories greeted me with the utmost unpleasant thoughts, I was able to regain most of my senses across my paralyzed body. I would soon be able to move a finger, then my eyes. My mind's functions began to work yet again, even the memory—for I was no longer reduced to the state of a naive amnesiac. Trying to decipher everything coming inside my head was quite difficult, to say the least and I could not comprehend the characters and forces that made up this tale of fate I had been entangled in.

Though I was perplexed by the wide sirens of my inner consciousness, the strange dream I had prior to me awakening slowly came back to my mind, as I recollected it gradually and reluctantly. The most draining part of it all was recalling only small bits and pieces throughout the long, ticking seconds passing by in my head.

I was soon able to move an entire muscle, after some struggle, and was greeted with a familiar voice calling my name gently. "Frisk?" he asked, as if he wasn't sure who I was.

My head rose slightly, looking Sans in the eyes, and my lips parted slightly, as the fable yet again played inside of my memory. Looking down upon his blacken cloth, his figure flashed by as a series of clips in my head: memories that were not mine. I knew things I that should not know, and I attempted to greet Sans with the same formality as before, however, my confusion prohibited that from me. "Sans." I said, gesturing him, "The god of Death, I presume?" I asked him. Quickly realizing what I had said, Sans' head looked to the ground full of shame, and sighed heavily in defeat.

"So you finally figured out." He said, letting out a small chuckle of sadness. "I will not ask how you found out, for I have an idea whom is responsible." His words seethed with resentment as he looked at me in the eyes to match mine. "Aren't you going to run?" He asked, "Hide? Cower in fear at my presence?" He said, and although his permanent smile was apparent, the tremble in his voice was clear. It was soft and hurt, barely audible with my mortal ears.

I was astonished, and I could quickly tell that he saw it within my calm complexion. "Why is there any need to be dramatic?" I said in response to his outrageous statement. He had done nothing but protect my well being in the end, though, I was still not sure as to why that was exactly. The fact present of him being a God put some strikingly different structures regarding our social hierarchy, however, that all but mattered now.

There was a slight hesitancy in the air. A heavy, silent draft within the stagnant winds of the place I sat in. It weighed down on each of us, waiting for the other to speak first. "Most humans fear Death, therefore, fear me." He said, looking down, almost as if he were expecting me to change my mind on the current subject. "Everything consisting Life surrounding me is destined to fall." He said, almost mournfully, as he touched yet another blade of fresh, green grass, only to turn it into a file of rotting dust within seconds.

"They do not know you, apparently." I said, frustrated with his opinions on the manner. "I'm sure not very many humans get to experience a conversation with Death himself while sipping on a cup of tea." I said, trying to lighten the mood slightly. "You have been nothing but kind to me." Much to my delight, Sans' eyes squinted a bit at the statement, raising his smile even wider than it already rested at. "And as a result—No. I will not run from you."

"How fortunate are you to be the first human to experience the unheard of." He chuckled slightly, looking at me with an adoring look. The surprise in his voice was relaxing, and his muscles reverted from their sudden tense state. The heavy air diminished immediately, for we both knew what his expectation of my reaction was. I had felt the need to dismiss that stereotype where I sat along this bed of grass.

"I'm honored to be bestowed with your presence." I bowed, jokingly to fit the mood change of the atmosphere. "Sans, the God of Death." I laughed along with Sans, covering my mouth slightly to stop my pretentious giggles from escaping.

Though, within the midst of the happiness that we were both experiencing in that moment, a whisper came from behind me. A sudden chill arose within the air, that only I was able to feel, for Sans seemed unaffected by the cooling air. A hand rested upon my shoulder, and my laughter same to a sudden halt, as I froze, along with the temperature surrounding me. I could feel a sudden tug on what seemed like my heart, attempting to pull it down and submerge it within the depths of the unknown. "Ask him about your friend, Frisk." I could hear the smile within her malicious voice. "Be careful who you trust." I could hear her grin through her smiling words.

It was familiar, and I had heard it before somewhere. It was compelling and forceful, and I had to stop myself from responding aloud to the entrancing entity. Turning around immediately, fear erupted throughout my chest when I soon realized no one was in fact behind me. "Are you feeling alright?" Sans asked, unable to attempt to snap me out of my wavering thoughts through a his touch of decay.

There was a cold silence in the air afterwards, and my hollow thoughts felt as if they weren't my own anymore. "What happened to Blake?" I asked in a hushed, whispered tone.

Sans was taken aback by the odd statement, and he furrowed his eyebrows for a second at the unfamiliar name. "I do not know who you are referring to." He said, intrigued by my abnormal behavior.

"She was my friend." My empty voice was slow and soft-spoken, much like an empty husk. I turned around numbly, facing him with eyes that were no longer mine, drained of empathy an emotions. Sans attempted to decipher my mood at that very moment, however, it was obvious that he could not comprehend what as to what was going on.

"I do not know every human across the realm. That is not what a God is." He attempted to lighten the atmosphere with a joke, and a fake chuckle to make any emotion apparent within my body. It was like I had grown pale with fear, and dead with silence.

Still lacking sentiment, I replied to him solemnly. "She disappeared a few days ago."

Sans' tone began to become weary. Cautious of the questions he was asking, almost as if he were afraid of finding out who this mysterious person was to him. "What did she look like?" he asked hesitantly. His bones became tensed once more, unable to relax in this stressful situation. "Frisk? What's going on with you?" Sans quickly attempted to switch the subject around, however it was no avail.

As I begun to describe her appearance, Sans' face slowly changed from a puzzled look, to a horrified expression. My low, melancholy tone stared only beyond his body and to the distance of decayed life and shattered memories. His dismayed face caused some emotion to spark back inside of me, as I felt her grip loosen from around my neck and body. What had happened to me? "What is that expression for?" I asked, partially regaining my mental state back from her clutches.

Sans' eyes were hollow, for he was the one in disarray. Though it seemed as if something took control of me, I could remember everything. Just what happened to my body in that span of ten minutes? Was it the girl from my dream? "Your friend, the one whom you call Blake, is dead." Sans said, jolting me away from my thoughts.

I was shocked, first and foremost, and the tears threatened to fall down my cheeks from the adrenaline rush that seeped through my veins. The world surrounding me seemed like nothing but a dream, as the saturations of color became too vivid for a natural place. "You're Lying." I said, as I felt a crack in my punctured heart. "She.." I breathed, unable to move from my widened eyes and paralyzed condition. Grasping my hair, I tugged it down to send the pain through my skull to wake me up from this nightmare. "NO!" I cried, as the first tear fell from my cheek.

My heart shattered as I felt the loss of my best friend and the betrayal of someone who had grown close to me within these past few days. As the God of Death, it was only natural for me to assume where things stood, and I quivered in fear to ask this nonetheless. "Did you kill her?" I said through choked sobs, resting the temptation to scream and collapse to the ground. "She can't..." The tears refused to come out during the duration of the shock of it all. I had to be dreaming of this: this had to be yet another cruel nightmare of a reality I was set in.

I would wake up in my bed in a moment. I knew it. It was certain to happen, because this could not be real. However, the heaviness in my heart sunk deeper and deeper into despair.

"I did.." Sans said despairingly, and soon realized the tears running down my face. Looking around frantically, he bent down, unable to touch me yet again. "Please, compose yourself. You need to relax." Sans said, "It is going to be alright." He tried to reassure me, however, he lacked the empathy to do so.

"Compose..." I couldn't talk. I could only look at Sans with fear and betrayal. I had been angry in hat moment "You-!" I tried to become coherent within my aching voice, however I was struggling greatly. "Why did she have to die?!" I yelled at him, reaching for his cloak. Despite my sudden movement, he evaded my hands well, prohibiting me from touching his bones and his robe.

"Frisk." He said, rather panicked now. "You need to calm down." He said. "You're going to get us both killed!" He said, looking around the sanctuary with fear.

The life that had been created with my tears alone was unimaginable. The sheer power of then caused trees and vines to blossom and erupt from my broken soul. The life surrounding me barricaded me inside, developing a type of dome for protection, as if I were in some kind of barrier. "Answer me!" A compelling nature was overtaking my soul, and Sans tried to stop it from growing any more powerful. "Why Did SHE have to DIE?!" I screamed, more tears forcing themselves out of my face of despair.

The terrible agony of my breaking heart was immeasurable, and I could feel the soul within me being mended rapidly with yet another entity. Something thick and blackened tainted the lightness of my heart, and it suddenly felt heavy with dread and hatred.

Sans said nothing to me, for all he could feel was shame within himself. Why had I been saying all of these things? Why can I not stop?! I could not control my body in that moment of fitting rage.

In fear, I ran.

I found an opening within the vines and thickened branches and ran away from Sans' wandering eyes. "FRISK!" He yelled, placing his hand on the life I had created, only to reduce it down to the mere dust particles that belonged in the mortal realm.

I could not control my words or actions, so to protect him, I shall put fourth my life into danger to leave into the remnants of despair and chaos.

"Good girl, Frisk."