It was cold. Very cold. That was the first thing I noticed. The second thing I noticed was that it felt exactly like my nightmare. The dream was beginning to feel less of a dream and more of deja-vu. I shivered, and it wasn’t from the cold.
SNAP
I whirled around, looking at the stick that I had passed by earlier. It was very sturdy, yet it had just been snapped like a child’s toy. My throat suddenly turned dry. I reached into the woods and grabbed a stick in my mouth, ready to defend myself if necessary. Hesitantly, I turned back around and started heading towards a bridge in the distance, while looking behind me.
FWUMP
“H-Hey!” I shouted, turning just in time to see a shadowy figure disappear. Gulping, I began to trot to the bridge, feeling unsafe and in danger. My thoughts turned towards Flutoriel for a second. Oh how I wished I could go back to them at that moment.
When I reached the bridge and nothing further happened, I decided to face this… shadowy… figure thing head on. I wasn’t going to be stalked my entire journey! “C-come out. Come on, don’t be shy!” I yelled.
“All three of us know we haven’t been shy.” A voice said calmly from behind me. I yelped and jumped back, not wanting to face the voice. “Come on, bud. Don’t you know how to greet a new pal?” I shook my head violently. “You don’t? Guess we’ll just have to teach you. Turn around, and shake our haof.” The voice paused then. “Haof? We meant hond.”
It then seemed to get frustrated with itself, it’s voice taking a deeper tone. “See, this is exactly why this wouldn’t work. I told you we should have practiced this.”
“Practiced?” A more bubbly voice emerged. “Last time I tried to get you to practice anything you napped all day!”
“What can I say? I was bone-tired.” Then they both laughed, a mixture of giggles and snorts.
When I finally turned around, what I saw was not what I expected.
A bipedal skeleton of some sort wearing a cotton-candy pink coat and light blue sweat shorts stared back at me, its eyes (somehow?) uplifted in mirth. And that wasn’t the funniest part. No, this skeleton had a huge grin on it’s face, probably from the beagle-puss glasses on its face and the googly eyes in its sockets.
I smirked, trying my best to not laugh, which instead of making me seem composed, made me look like I was trying my best to hold my breath. “Jeez, kid.” The skeleton leaned down to me, and shook its head. The googly eyes shook all over the place, making it harder to not laugh. “Tough crowd huh? At least shake my hand.” I gave it my hoof, and a farting noise was heard.
That did it. I died laughing. My belly hurt, and tears sprang from my eyes. Through my tears, I could see a little fist-pump from the skeleton. It was still wearing the glasses and the googly eyes.
Finally, after a few minutes of me just laying on the snow covered ground laughing, I stood up, still giggling. “That was good.”
“I know right?” The skeleton said. “My name’s Sans. Sans the skeleton.”
“And I’m Pinkie Pie!” The bubbly voice resurfaced itself. “We haven’t seen a pony around for months! Or has it been years? I don’t know anymore. What’s your name? Nice sweater! Do I smell pie? Why are you holding a stick? How are you even holding a stick? Wh-”
Sans interrupted Pinkie by flicking himself in the skull. His googly eyes fell out, revealing light blue pinpricks in the empty eye-sockets. The beagle-puss glasses soon followed the googly eyes. Apparently the tape on them had worn out. “Pinks, I think the kid’s a bit overwhelmed. Just look at… uh… Sorry, we sort of Frisk-ed past introductions didn’t we?” His grin tripled if that was possible.
“H-how did you know my name?” I asked, apprehensive.
“It was on your saddlebags.” Sans said, raising a bony eyebrow (HOW?!) and pointing to the bags. Huh. Flutoriel must have sewed my name in them at some point.
“Speaking of which,” Pinkie was in control again. “where did you get ‘em?” I sat, with my mouth open. So much was happening so quickly. I left one Element Bearer, only to bump into another one in the next ten minutes! “Uh, hello?” She waved a skeletal hand in front of my face. “Earth to Frisk!”
“I, uh, I got it in the Ruins.” I finally said, snapping to attention.
“Cool!” Pinkie said, closing the conversation.
Wait a second, what? “Um, it was from another Element of Harmony?” No reaction, but the smile lessened slightly. “One of your friends?” Now the skeleton was completely confused, but the smile was still there. Always the smile.
“Listen kid,” There was a weird mix between bubbly and deep voices. I guessed that this is when they both were talking, kind of like Flutoriel. I would call this Pinkie Sans. “We have no idea what you’re talking about. But hey!” They grinned wider. Why couldn’t they just drop the grin? “We got burgers and so much more back at Snowdin!” They paused, waiting for a response. I didn’t understand why bu-
Snowdin.
Snowd-in
Snowed in.
I groaned good naturedly and gave them a rueful grin. “That was horrible.”
“That means that it was a good pun.” Pinkie Sans said, winking. “Come on, let’s head to Snowdin.” I nodded, but instead of moving forward, they headed back on the path.
“Where are you going?” I asked, confused.
“We know a shortcut! Follow us!” I heard them cry. I shrugged and followed, not quite sure what else to do. They had stopped nearby a tree. “Grab our hand.”
“Why?”
“Just do it. Trust us, you’ll be fine.” Pinkie spoke this time, and managed to pull off a reassuring smile. I’m still not sure how.
With a deep gulp, I grabbed their hand and closed my eyes. Through my eye-lids I could see the light change and the air suddenly turned warm.
“You can open your eyes now, kiddo.” They laughed. I cracked my eyes open, and found myself in a cozy house. “Welcome to our home! Hey, uh, make yourself comfortable. We're gonna go get our brother… sister… skeleton.” Pinkie Sans walked over to the stairs and just stood staring at them for a second.
“What’s wrong, Pinkie Sans?” I asked.
“Pinkie Sans?” They said. “Hehehe… We like it. But as to why we're stopped here… We just don’t trust stairs.” They shuddered.
“Why not?”
“Because,” I groaned preemptively. “They’re always UP to something.” I groaned louder, burying my face into the pillows on their couch. They chuckled some more at my pain, walked upstairs, and walked into the first room on that landing.