Frisk's pov

I woke up, walking towards where I was supposed to meet Flowey.

Oh, did I say "I"? I meant my body, as my actual self is sitting in my mind, stuck in a glass box. We sat down and waited until we got to Snowdin, shedding a few tears for mom.

Sans' pov

i waited for the kid to show as i let my mind wander. which one was it this time? pacifist? genocide? either way, waking up from the last run was quite rattling if you ask me. heh.

i hid behind the trees as the kid came out of the ruins. the dust on their body left no need for words. another genocide. but as i got to the bridge, i noticed something weird in their movements. it was as if they were in conflict with an invisible force.

huh.

Frisk's pov

I nodded at Chara. It was time. We picked a spot and started punching it. First me, then Chara. Me. Chara. We could see through our small window to the outside world that my body stumbled more with every hit. We managed to get a crack and focused on it. My body turned around just as we menaged to break a chunk of the wall. Sans looked into my body's eyes, something he saw making his eye sockets widen. Was the broken part visible in my eyes? It didn't matter, we had to hurry as the wall started to repair itself. I took control, momentarily but long enaugh for me to say "We are not in control!" Before the wall was solid once again. Chara said "I hope it was enaugh...". All I could do was nod as I sat down next to them.

Sans' pov

i shook their hand, then looked into their eyes. normally, their eyes were a solid red. but now, there was a chunk of it that was brown. even though the amount was decreasing quickly, it was still visible. my eye sockets widened as the kid said "We are not in control!" before their eyes became fully red once again. i continued with the routine as i pondered "what did the kid mean..?"