The branches drug themselves along my arms, legs and face, but I keep charging through. I had to keep away from him; as long as Ink would need me to.

"Frisk! Wait!" Sans called, making me stop.

"Sans? Is that you?" I called back, looking for him through the many layers of bark.

"N-No! Frisk! K... Keep running!" I half-heartedly started back-stepping away from his call.

I then saw him, weaving through the branches. Nightmare half possessed him. But Sans was fighting back. I started running again.