This place was very cold. It was cold and vast and blank, yet it was full of some sort of life. Well, not life, an absence of life, but not the complete absence. She was the one source of warmth, of actual life, and she was the one source of curiosity for the small creatures that hid in the shadows. A mouse-like creature slithered out from one of the brambles, its eyes hollow and yet seeing. Asriel stepped in front of Frisk, unsure what it would decide to do considering it had never experienced a source of life or warmth before. 

"It won't hurt me," She smiles at him, attempting to ease the anxiety that he was clearly possessing at the moment. 

Asriel relaxed his muscles but did not move from in front of Frisk, still trying to predict what it might do. It let out a light breath, somewhat of a squeaking noise, and moved back a bit. Frisk giggled gently and gently pushed by Asriel, who watched the two with uneasy intent. She sat down, crossed legs, and held out her hands. The quiet slithering noise was audible as it came towards her, its eyes somehow scanning her through the emptiness of its eyes. As it crawled onto her palms she lifted it up very slowly, listening to the tones of the "squeaking" in order to know whether she was endangering herself or not. 

"A Hollow, that's what I call them." He wondered over, touching a petal of a dead rose. "They were here even before I was here, somehow. Even though they can be little pests, I enjoy their company and even sometimes play with them. Much like you are doing now." 

Frisk let out another laugh as the Hollow leaped onto her shoulder and snuggled up at her neck, the furry scales gently brushing against her neck and tickling her. 

He let out a long sigh and then stared at the ground, studying something that no one else could see. "There has been no one else here before. No one gets stuck here, not monsters, not humans, not even Demigods after their passing. It's impressive that you're managing so well around here, considering any life should have been gone by the time you got here. You're stronger than most people, and I really hope that you know that and believe it in your heart." 

Frisk laughs nervously, not making eye contact. She wasn't used to compliments, especially not from someone who could be considered a Demi-god was the one complimenting her. The creature suddenly hissed and scampered off of her shoulder, disappearing into one of the bushes. The empty space suddenly turned a little bit warmer, and there was a faint humming. Frisk stood, and Asriel turned to find the source of the noise. Within a couple seconds the noise went from humming to static and laughter. She knew what that noise was coming from, who that noise was coming from. It had only been a little while, well, it felt like only a while. How was he here? How had he managed to get here without Sans' help and how had he found her in this vast place? 

Asriel scowled, somehow knowing that this was one of the bad guys. Frisk walked towards him and gently grabbed his arm, the attacks that he had summoned lowering at the same time. "If you can get me out of here, please, just get me out before he gets here. Please." She knew that this shouldn't be happening, since purgatory was where only the truly troubled ended up or, in her case, the truly endangered. How is it that Error somehow made it to this realm, considering most Gods and Demi-gods would consider him the bad guy of the story? 

Nonetheless, Asriel did as requested and waved his hand, opening a portal to a less but still dull Underground, just outside of Snowdin. "Go, I'll make sure you have time to get somewhere else safe. It was nice to meet you, Frisk. I hope that we don't meet again." 

She smiled, knowing that his last statement was some odd way of wishing her a good life. Frisk stepped through the portal, nearly collapsing as a wave of fatigue and dizziness violently overtook her, but she managed to see that the bridge was the only thing dividing her from Snowdin. And Sans. 

The snowy terrain was somehow warm in contrast to the cold emptiness of purgatory, even though there appeared to be an incoming blizzard as people went inside and fireplaces coughed smoke up through the chimneys. She grabbed onto the "rails" of the rope bridge for the little support they offered the sober drunk, stumbling across with a desperation that would soon become common as the forces of "evil" crashed down on their peaceful lives. 

"Sans!" Frisk knew that he was probably not going to hear her, she knew that he was probably inside with Papyrus waiting the storm out. "Anyone! Help me, please!" 

As the blizzard arrived Frisk could barely see her arms as she reached out and used the buildings to find her way slowly to Sans' place, her hands, then her feet, legs, arms, slowly her whole body went numb from the freezing winds she was stranded in. Whenever the housing was absent Frisk would nearly trip and fall into the freezing snow, before catching herself and pushing on. Whoever was watching over her was cutting her some slack, because soon enough she saw the yellow glow of the Skelebro's house and she darted over. Etrix sat on the floor with Itia, both of them sipping what could only be hot chocolate from two coffee mugs. Ophe was passed out on the ottoman, recharging her energy to continue doing her job. Jaylynn sat on the couch watching the storm, Sans sat next to her also watching the storm. Papyrus was no where to be seen, probably upstairs or at the Royal Guard's headquarters. 

Jaylynn shouted something and Ophe jumped awake, before the Demi-gods and Sans flocked to the door and helped Frisk into the house. At this point parts of her body had begun to loose color, so the newly woken Ophe ran over and wrapped a blanket around Frisk. The questions began to blur into one another as Frisk was sat down, and luckily Sans was able to get them to quiet down before Frisk entered void mode. 

"What are you doing here, Frisk?" He asks, his skeletal hands gently taking hers as she tried to figure out how to reply to this. 

"Error was in purgatory," They managed through chattering teeth and shaking body parts. "Asriel and I could hear his static, so he got me out before Error could find me. How did he get there, Sans? That isn't possible, since he wouldn't end up there, would he?" 

He sighed, a deep and profound sigh, but tried to think of an answer. He didn't have one. "You're safe, and that's all that matters. Ophe, call Dream please. If Error made it there, he either has someone powerful helping him or a Soul is in danger." 

She nodded and ran over to the phone, dialing it and waiting. Frisk smiled in a warm, slightly confused way, hugging the remaining Demi-gods, happy to be here with them even under these circumstances. Sans was happy to have Frisk back, but also knew that if Error had somehow made it to purgatory that meant something bad was happening. Maybe if the two of them had somehow known that Asriel would soon discover that the static was not coming from Error, but a Frisk who had been sacrificed to bring him back to life, they would have understood how truly bad the situation was. 

The phone rang and continued to ring, until it went to voicemail. They were stranded with little knowledge of the impending doom that was slowly descending upon them, and they didn't have any backup on the way. 

"Leave them. We can come back for them later." 

"S-s-s-s-ounds good."