I get up slowly, my knee bruised form the fall. I look up to where I had fallen and gasped.

The hole was huge! I winced and looked around. Buttercups had broken my fall, and I picked a few. I walked down an ominous hallway, surprised to see a child playing in the buttercups there.

Then the child looked up.

I backed away, afraid. The child, my age, around ten, was part goat! They had white fur and ears, a muzzle too, but stood on two feet and had hands! And they were wearing clothes!

So the legends are true!

He looked in my direction, bandages covering his eyes. He smiled.

"Hello. Who are you?"

I was still to afraid to answer. then, an odd voice said, 

"Do Not Be Afraid. This Child Will Not Hurt You."

The voice, however strange, was almost comforting, so I told him my name.

"Frisk."

He smiled warmly in my direction.

"You must be a human. No one else could have fallen or come this way. Will you... will you hurt anyone?"

His voice quivered n that last sentence, fear coating each word.

"No, I won't."

"Good. NEVER hurt Asriel or you'll regret it."