Asgore's Castle: Part One
There was white. That was it. In that moment, that was all she could register; she had awoken from... what could've been sleep, and she was now seeing white.
Dude... Get up...
Her mind was briefly sidetracked by multiple commands sent to her numb hand that reached their target but failed to be enacted.
Yet when she continued thinking, there was still nothing else she could- Wait.
She was Frisk. Yes, Frisk. That was familiar. Frisk, the fallen human child. Fallen from... where again?
Her body twitched, but afterwards remained still.
And was she a child? Something about her didn't feel like a child. But how would a child feel like a child? Only an adult could know the distinction. No, she couldn't be a child. She was lacking something.
The whiteness faded into black, then sprung back to life again.
Innocence. It was innocence. Innocence and naivety. She didn't feel either of those, not to the extent that a child would. On the contrary, sh