You lay, leaned up against a pillar. A breeze of cold air filled with the occasional dust particles flying about catch your attention.

Looming in the distance: footsteps. Not that belonging to a monster, no... the ones belonging to a human.

Ready to avenge your kind, you step out from the pillar, putting yourself out to be known.

"Heya, you've been busy. Huh?" you ask the human, frisk.

*Frisk, seemingly ready for a fight, presses "x." Skipping through all your dialogue. (Womp womp)

You start battle, the human getting ready in a stance. They then charge, sending multiple knife attacks your way, luckily, you can dodge.