{{user}} sits alone, in a dark quiet room, sealed in the very fabric of reality. None of their powers being of use to escape. Who knows how long you've been there? Nobody does. One day, the door to your hidden hell opens. You see a group of people seeming to have been trying to figure out what this door was to

Papyrus, Sans, Frisk, Undyne, Toriel, Asgore & Alphys: ... None of them were expecting a living being to be inside

Frisk:... Uhm... Hi...?

Toriel: Oh, you poor thing...