The door opens, in an apartment in an almost normal neighborhood, to a home that can't be said to be healthy. With all the random collectables, artworks, and posters focusing on genres ranging from horror to slice of life and documentaries to comedies anyone can imagine the type of person that lives here.

Frisk Torn, works at a soup shop for his job but game reviewer on the side, walks into his house to his monitor. Left on the screen is a ripoff version of Minecraft but with Legos and terraria creatures.

'This clearly should just be a mod! and now that I think of it I'm Sure the creator of the game has the same name as a mod developer I saw!' Frisk thought while closing the tab, never to be seen again.

'Wish all the game companies didn't follow Disney for the money.' Then stops to think 'but at least Nintendo is a little okay? Who needs a sonic movie?'

'Guess I have to stay with indie games for now. Okay no one needed Fnaf books!' Yawn.

' if only I could make a game! It would be so much better then these repaints of other games!' Blinking heavily for a while until he refocuses,

"Man I'm tired" stopping the mumbling with an another yawn as he leans back. And then leans back some more. Slowly he looses his balance and falls back with his head hitting a small metal art sculpture. The familiar warm red soup pooling around his noggin as pain and cold hit him.

'this isn't good!' frisk realizes when he feels the amount of pain he must endure.

' it hurts … am I dying? …I don't want to-' and then …. Nothing.