Underearth/Book 4/Chapter 6

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The Snowdin Province, a massive forest always covered in snow, divided into two sections. The larger section lay down in the Monster Basin, mostly level with the greater part of the City of New Home. The other section, known as Snowdin Heights (due to being separated from the rest by a thousand-foot cliff), lay within the Outskirts. The capital of the province, Snowdin Town, lay here. This was also the only section that Frisk had ever explored of the province.

When Frisk stepped outside the Citadel, he found that not even the biting cold could sway him; the power of Toriel's SOUL filled him with energy and gave him confidence unlike that he had felt in a long time. This up-tick in confidence quickly faded when he reached the gated bridge sans the appearance of Sans.

As Frisk walked through the gate, he looked back at the way he had come. *Where the hell is Sans?* he thought.

"You lost, buddy?" Frisk suddenly heard a voice say from behind him.

Frisk turned to face the voice. It was Sans, standing a good distance away from him.

"Say, that's quite a lot of dust on you there, pal." Sans then said. "Seems like you had quite the *blast*. Don't let me slow you down, kiddo."

Sans's eyes then glowed a dark green right before he suddenly vanished.

Frisk let out a sigh of relief. Despite not going as normal, he thought, at least he showed up.

As Frisk began walking again, vibrations suddenly pierced his boots, quickly followed by a lot of loud booms. These booms then quickly grew so loud that Frisk covered his ears, crouching down to the ground. When the noise faded, he slowly brought his hands down, slowly standing back up as he did so.

Standing there, listening for any more sounds, Frisk eventually began advancing once again. Soon after he did so, a groaning sound echoed about, soon followed up by another loud explosion of sound, this one mixed with the sudden giving way of the ground beneath him. As Frisk began falling with the ground around him, he took notice to the fact that the entire landscape seemed to be moving alongside him. It didn't take much longer for it to dawn upon him that *everything* was falling.

*I need to do something!* Frisk thought as he fell, nearing a few trees that had been shifted by the landslide. Looking at more trees that were being shifted, a thought suddenly came to him. *Use magic.*

As naturally as though he had been preforming magic for hundreds of years, Frisk brought his hands forward and blasted a constant stream of fire from them, slowing his rapid descent. After what seemed like an eternity, Frisk finally got away from the river of debris that hurtled downwards into the basin below.

"What the hell was that!?" Frisk said as he slowly drifted back to what was left of the plateaus.

Upon ceasing the stream of fire, Frisk fell towards the ground, hitting it hard as he landed. Looking around at the shattered cliffs around him, he could only marvel at the wanton destruction of everything around him. Standing there, speechless, the only thought that eventually managed to surface in his head was *Time to go.*

Heeding this thought, Frisk turned to face the direction he needed to go and began walking once again towards Snowdin Village. Towards the pathway to Elysium. Towards the permanent end of this wakeless nightmare.