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Darkness. Frisk fell into the CORE, and saw only darkness.
And silence. But also whispers. But they also heard their own thoughts.
The feeling of stupidity from falling into the CORE.
Dark, darker... Yet darker. Frisk continued to fall.
They felt a bizarre feeling. As if their soul was leaving their body. Then suddenly, in front of their face, appeared a familiar red heart. They reached for it, and grasped it with both hands. But then it shattered. Their own soul, shattered in their hands, yet they were still alive. Still alive... and still falling.
Frisk woke up.
They were in a room, filled with light and shadow, somehow at the same time. Nothing could be truly distinguished except for a staircase leading towards you.
"Child..." A voice whispered from the blinding shadows.
A figure walked down the stairs.
"-=Greetings, child. My name is W.D. Gaster. But you may call me Gaster.=-"
Frisk was terrified. This... monster was the only thing in focus..