Me, Papyrus, and Sans all set off on the path, fear forming in my stomach.
"Hey, Lun? What do you call a tree with toxic waste on it?" Sans asked, trying to cheer me up.
"What?" I replied.
"A chemisTREE!" Sans said, beaming.
"Very punny, my friend," I said as we rounded the corner. "Who told you that?"
Sans scratched his head, making his white hair go awry and then said, "I can't remember. But she was a girl."
"Well, that's certainly-" I was cut off by the sound of a voice.
"Did you hear that?" I asked, holding out my hand to stop them. "Hear what?" Papyrus asked.
"Shh... Listen," I said, holding my finger to my lips.
I gasped, and the voice said again, "Please... Help me..."
I crashed through the trees until I reached a small clearing where a boy about my age was laying on the ground.
His face was covered in blood, his arm was bent at an unnatural angle, and the tree nearest him was splattered scarlet.
"Oh my God! What happened?" I asked, bending down to his level.
"Tortured..." He muttered and I reached into my bag to grab my water. I pulled it out and put some on his face. After about a minute, of him drinking water and getting the dried blood off, he told me his name.
"I'm Derrick Hathaway. And I ran away from Sean Buckle. He's trying to rule over the Underground," Derrick told us.
"God, I hate Sean. He almost killed Asgore. And Alphys. But he managed to get Undyne on his side, and now he's trying to enslave everyone," Sans informed me. "Now c'mon. Let's go and talk to Frisk. The friggin' pacifist knows a lot about Sean. And it's weird, coming from her."
I stood up along with Derrick and we ran back onto the main road towards Snowdin...