Frisk's conciousness returned to him as he began to rise from his current position, his head and body aching unlike anything he's ever felt before. Both his forehead and his mouth were both dripping with dark red blood, his right sleeve of his shirt was torn open, as well as the right leg of his lite brown pants. A horrible pounding rung in his head as he scrambled to get an ounce of control on his body.
As soon as sight returned to him, he began to observe his surroundings. The room he was in was made of cream colored marble bricks, some of them were either broken or shattered, the room was dimmly lit by the torches lining the cave-like walls encaged by marble pillars. Frisk then looked up, seeing that there was not a ceiling but a giant hole, leading down to the bottom of a mountain, and that is when it hit him. "I... I fell down the hole? How did I survive?"; he thought to himself. He felt the ground around him, he had fallen into a bed of crimson p