Frisk?!

                                    

                                          
I wake up. I look around the room, remembering the previous events. I smile, standing. I pull my striped sweater on, along with my boots. I walk out of the bedroom. I spot a staircase and walk down it. The staircase leads to hallway. The hallway leads to a door. I shove the door open. Snow crunches beneath my feet. I lay down in the snow, giggling.
                          
"I love snow!" I shout. I roll around in the snow, laughing. I bounce back to my feet. I walk down the path, finding a bridge. A black figure stops me, before I can continue.
                          
"Human. Don't you know how to greet an old pal? Turn around and shake my hand." The figure bellows. I giggle and turn around, grabbing the hand. A farting noise comes from our hands. The figure laughs. "The old whoopie cushion in the hand trick." I look at the figure. I see a skeleton. He looks at me, waiting for something. I fall backwards, laughing. The skeleton sighs in relief.
                          
"That was an amazing joke." I gasp out between laughs.
                          
"Thanks, kid, here let me help you up." The skeleton grabs my free hand and pulls me up.
                          
"Thanks." I respond.
                          
"No problem. My name is Sans. I'm actually on patrol for huma- actually... Nevermind, but you look a lot like one of my friends, I think you should meet them. I have a skele-ton of work to do. Bye, kid!" Sans greets. I smile as he walks off. I giggle at his pun and continue forward. I come across a sign.
                          
"Welcome to Snowdin. Well, at least they greet guests." I reason with myself, giggling. I walk into the town, smiling. I walk past a bunch of buildings and find a large pine tree in front of me. I walk around the tree and am greeted with a monster that has no arms. He falls over in front of me. "Need a hand?" The kid laughs as I help him up.
                          
"Thanks." He thanks as I walk off, exploring. I am greeted by a tall skeleton.
                          
"HUMAN!" The skeleton yells. "THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL NOW HELP YOU BACK HOME!" I grin.
                          
"I don't need help, but thanks for the offer." I state. Papyrus looks at me, perplexed. 
                          
"WELL, I INSIST ON DIRECTING YOU HOME!" Papyrus yells. I smile.
                          
"Okay, why not, Papyrus." I agree. He sighs and takes my hand. He leads me into a big house. I smile sheepishly. "Thank you, Papyrus, but I think you may have mistaken me for someone else."
                          
"YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T FRISK?!" Papyrus asks. I shake my head, freezing.
                          
"Wait. Frisk is alive?!" I ask, shouting. Papyrus nods.
                          
"I'M CONFUSED. YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T FRISK, BUT YOU LOOK SO MUCH LIKE THEM. YOU EVEN WEAR THE SAME SWEATER!" Papyrus shouts. 
                          
"Could you take me to Frisk?" I ask. 
                          
"I WOULD BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY ARE!" Papyrus shouts. I smile.
                          
"Do you mind if I stay here until they come back?" I ask. "I don't want to be a burden. It's okay if I can't." I wave my free hand around.
                          
"NO! IT'S FINE! STAY AS LONG AS YOU NEED, HUMAN!" Papyrus shouts. 
                          
"Thank you, Papyrus. If you don't mind, can I take a nap on your couch?" I ask. Papyrus nods. I sigh and lay on the couch, yawning. I slowly let sleep overcome my senses.
                          
~
                          
I have a falling sensation and I bolt awake. My eyes hurt from crying. Damnit, why must my concious be scarred? No matter, Frisk is still alive! And living with monsters? Cool! I wonder how they work. I shake my head and smile. I sit up, realizing a blanket over my figure. I pick it up and fold it the best I can. I look around.
                          
"Papyrus?! Are you still here?" I ask. No response, but it's not silent. "Frisk?" I turn around and spot my old friend. I tackle them into a hug. They look at me and giggle.
                          
"Still the same I see." Frisk states. I nod. "Speaking of which, how did you get into the house?"
                          
"I met Papyrus. He said I could stay until you came back. When I spoke to him he went all loud like, 'I THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL ESCORT YOU, HUMAN, HOME!' I knew that he was talking about you because... well you are the only who as fallen down recently." I explain. Frisk nods.
                          
"Well, I have a theory about you." Frisk states.
                          
"What do you mean?" I ask.
                          
"On your powers." Frisk explains. I freeze.
                          
"You remembered. You remembered my powers. You were the only one they showed themselves to. Not even my parents know." I state, a tear sliding down my face. I look at my hands.
                          
"Of course I remember. You were my best and only friend." Frisk states. I smile.
                          
"So, about this theory?" I ask. Frisk nods. We sit on the couch.
                          
"So, you know how your eyes glow when you get very emotional? I suspect one of your ancestors was a skeleton!" Frisk yells. I smile.
                          
"You mean like Papyrus? But, doesn't that mean I would be a skeleton?" I ask. 
                          
"Not exactly. You see. If a monster where to have a child with a human, their offspring would be human but it would possess monster magic. So, you could attack with your magic instead of needing weapons like humans." Frisk explains. I nod, letting this information sink in. So, I'm part monster. That is a hard topic to grasp. Well, that means my powers, are from a family member. I'm not a freak of nature. That's nice to know.
                          
"Uh, you are glowing..." Frisk states. I look at myself in a mirror. My left eye has a purple aura rising out of it from under my eye patch. I smile and I sigh, taking in a deep breath. I feel my aura disappear.
                          
"Well, Frisk. Um, do you mind if I stay with you tonight? Just like old times?" I ask. Frisk nods.
                          
"Of course. You need a break anyway. I mean you are glowing for crying out loud. You only do that when you are beyond any emotion." Frisk enthuses. I smile. Frisk sits back and I lay my head in their lap, grinning as sleep overcomes my senses, again.