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  “This is so boring,” Frisk groaned. “We’ve been walking for days, and I don’t even know where we’re heading.”

  “I’ve told you a hundred times,” Doper replied without slowing down. “How do you forget so fast?”

  “Then tell me a hundred and one,” Frisk said, dragging her feet. “Pleeease.”

  Doper stopped.

  “…Fine,” he muttered. “I’ve been seeing these visions for months. I didn’t understand them at first. I thought they were just noise.”

  He hesitated. “But they weren’t.”

  Frisk tilted her head. “Visions of what?”

  “Someone trapped,” Doper said. “An entity. Powerful. And for some reason, you’re the only one who can free him.”

  Frisk frowned. “Okay, but why do you care?”

  She studied him. “I thought you didn’t care about anything. Except dying. Or whatever.”

  Doper’s jaw tightened.

  “He’s the only one who can undo all of this,” he said quietly. “The suffering. The damage. Everything.”

  Frisk blinked. “So… you’re doing all this just so you can die?”

  Doper turned to her, anger flashing across his face—then disbelief.

  The silence stretched.

  “Okay,” Frisk said quickly. “Jeez. Don’t speak, then.”

  After walking for a while, they stumbled upon a giant wall.

  “Sure is a big wall,” Frisk said. “Do we need to climb it or something?”

  “No need,” Doper said, before carving a path through the wall with his greatsword.

  Doper walked in. Frisk stared, surprised, confused—and excited.

  “Finally, something cool,” she whispered to herself.

  Inside the wall lay a deserted village.

  “So… what is this place?” Frisk asked.

  “Don’t care enough to know,” Doper replied calmly.

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  “C’mon, can you at least act like you give a shit?” Frisk said.

  “No,” Doper answered.

  “You are unbelievable. Why do you have to act that way?!” Frisk snapped.

  “I am—” Doper began, but he was cut off.

  A giant pure curse—about nine feet tall—leapt at Frisk and clutched her in one hand.

  Frisk struggled in fear, trying to free herself, but the curse was too strong.

  Doper jumped in, slicing its hand clean off with his sword. Frisk fell to the ground.

  “WHAT IS THAT THING?!” she shouted, trembling.

  Doper grabbed Frisk and pulled her behind an old house.

  “What was that?!” Frisk asked again.

  “It’s a purely cursed human. Wasn’t that obvious?” Doper replied.

  “Yes, but normally they’re not that big,” Frisk said.

  “You haven’t encountered those before?” Doper asked, confused.

  “No, I’ve onl—”

  “There’s no time for that,” Doper interrupted. “Do you see its head?”

  Its head was protected by a hard, almost tooth-like substance.

  “That’s its weak point. I’ll need you to distract it so I can attack from behind.”

  Frisk hesitated… then nodded.

  “HEY, BIG UGLY GUY! I’M RIGHT HERE!!” she shouted.

  The curse dashed toward her. Frisk dodged quickly.

  “It’s faster than the ones I’ve seen,” she muttered to herself.

  Doper struck from behind, slashing through the back of its head. The curse collapsed to the ground.

  A while later, they set up camp.

  “We make a pretty good team, yeah?” Frisk said.

  “We’re not a team, kid,” Doper replied. “Each of us is here for a reason.”

  “…You know what? I don’t care what you think anymore,” Frisk said with a smirk as she lay down.

  Doper stared at her for a moment, then lay down as well.

  In his sleep, Doper saw a vision.

  A giant structure stood before him. At its center was a portal—or rather, a machine. It ran on the blood of cursed humans.

  “Follow the sun,” a strange voice whispered. Calm. Ancient.

  —

  In the morning, Doper and Frisk sat eating the food they had gotten from the village earlier.

  “We’re gonna need that cursed human from yesterday,” Doper said.

  “What—why?” Frisk asked, her mouth stuffed with food, clearly confused. “Why do we need that disgusting thing?”

  “I saw another vision,” Doper replied.

  “It said we should follow the sun.”

  “So we should go west?” Frisk asked. “But why do we still need that thing?”

  “You’ll understand when we get there,” Doper answered.

  “Nuh-uh,” Frisk said. “I’m tired of you and your suspense. If you don’t tell me, I won’t go with you.”

  “You’re testing my patience, kid,” Doper said, clearly bothered.

  “I am not forced to go anywhere with you,” Frisk snapped. “And don’t call me a kid—I’m 19.”

  Doper paused for a second.

  “Fine,” he said. “We’re looking for a portal. It runs on those things’ blood. Happy?”

  “A portal?” Frisk asked. “Where does it even take us?”

  “I don’t know for sure,” Doper said. “Probably somewhere important.”

  “Wait, wait, wait,” Frisk said. “So you’re telling me you don’t know where that thing takes us? What if we die there?!”

  “That would be a relief,” Doper replied.

  “But we have to go quickly. We don’t know how much time we have.”

  Doper walked toward the village. Frisk stayed behind, sitting there, clearly bothered.

  —

  Later that evening, Frisk walked alongside Doper, who was dragging the cursed human as if it weighed nothing.

  “Are we almost there?” Frisk asked. “My feet are tired.”

  “We’ve only been walking for a few hours,” Doper said. “Can you stop whining about everything for one minute?”

  “C’mon, you’re immortal—you wouldn’t understand,” Frisk complained. “You can’t feel pain.”

  “I wish you were right,” Doper muttered to himself.

  “Hey, look!” Frisk suddenly shouted. “There’s a swamp over there. Can we take a break for a second? Pleeease?”

  “Fine,” Doper said, clearly annoyed.

  —

  After reaching the swamp, they sat down and rested for a while.

  “I have to ask you,” Frisk said. “What’s with that mask you’re always wearing?”

  “You don’t need to know,” Doper replied.

  “You are no fun, man,” Frisk said, leaning back. “I know eight boring people in my life, and you’re seven of them.”

  Before Doper could reply, they both heard a sound coming from the trees.

  They decided to investigate.

  But then—