After a tragic neutral run, Frisk is tired. Had had fought, and fought, and fought to save everyone, but he had made mistakes this run. The ending was not perfect, Asgore still fell to Flowey still became a monster, and afterwards, the flower became dust. Frisk had run dry of mercy for the plant this run, Flowey remembered, Flowey knew the truth, but he still worked against him and took joy in rubbing salt into the wounds.

Frisk fell after the battle, tired, beaten, and an inch from death. He just wanted to rest before resetting. He was just so tired. But something had changed. Who was this white pony? Why did she have wings and a horn? Why did she fill him with hope, and dread?