hOI! Temmie here!

Yet another Undertale story. cx

So, recently I've been reading a lot of post-pacifist "uppertale" fanfictions, as well as the glorious PTA Sans themed ones. And, eh, I decided to write my own. Really, I've been wanting to do this for quite some time ; but I never mustered the determination to start writing a story which I could potentially have to commit myself to. Currently, there is no big plotline, apart from little excerpts of life on the surface. I will try and cover as many minor characters as possible, but as was to be expected I will concentrate primarily on the main cast.


But before I begin, I have some information about the story you may be interested in knowing.

Firstly, due to my shameful lack of knowledge on how a lot of things work - especially in the USA (where this story is set), this will be taking place in a parallel universe. No, this will not affect the story in any way, apart from being an excuse for inconsistencies. It's just a normal Earth with slightly different people and systems that I can bend to ease the story along. There will be no interaction between "Universes" or the like. If you don't like the sound of this, well, there's nothing pressuring you into reading this. You can avoid this story entirely in a few simple steps which I believe I don't need to grace with a description.

Secondly, on the subject of gender and identity:

Frisk, in this, was born male. But they always enjoyed the stereotypically "female" things in life. In the Underground, I'm guessing monsters had a minimal grasp on the concepts of human anatomy, and so found it difficult to pinpoint exactly what gender little eight year old Frisk was; thus referring to them with gender neutral pronouns. Once the barrier was broken, my headcanon is that Toriel decided to ask them (with tact, of course). Frisk replied that they'd rather remain a gender neutral character. Although they were born male, there is no need to regard them as such. On a slightly unrelated matter, Frisk is aged twelve in this.

Chara will be female, but similarly to Frisk's story, acts more like the stereotypical boy. I normally hate Fem!Frisk and Fem!Chara, but honestly, having two characters be "they" will be very confusing. So for the sake of the story, Chara will be called a she - but she's going to be a complete tomboy. (Please tell me if I accidentally call her they.) As for her age: she is chronologically 21, but physically and mentally fourteen.

Thirdly, Chara has not possessed Frisk - simply her essence is tied to Frisk's SOUL. Or something like that. She's pretty much a ghost that only Frisk can see, but since they are bound together, Chara can only go where Frisk goes and cannot wander too far from their body. Also, as much as I like the Floweypot AU, I believe Flowey will always be pretty much evil. Sorry.

More Chara stuff: I don't think Chara is evil, just she had a sick sense of humour. In the Genocide run, she was swayed - brainwashed - into compliance with the player, as with the Pacifist route.

Also, there will be quite a few OCs in this.

That's mainly everything I wanted to cover. If you've actually read this far, THANKSY, AND HAVE A FABU-FUL DAY!

Now, without further ado - I present to you the magical prologue. And the first chapter.

(Criticism is welcome, but keep in mind that the prologue was written either late at night/early in the morning. It's hard to remember. And the first chapter, well, I'm half asleep as I write this.)


PROLOGUE

Adjusting to the conventions of a typical "surface" lifestyle wasn't easy, but they managed to pull through anyway - all thanks to Frisk - who, then being of the young age of eight, had sacrificed many things in order to take on the huge responsibility of being the ambassador for the monsters. Obviously, such a heavy load could not be simply thrust upon a mere child, and so Asgore did most of the work. Occasionally, Toriel did too.

The first impressions that the humans had held to the monsters were, ah, inconveniently biased. Only a slight minority were overjoyed about this news, but these people were mainly half crazed cat ladies and perpetually drunk middle aged men. Much persuasion was needed to convince the wary humans to "put those guns down" - a sort of "we come in peace" vibe, so to speak, was aimed to be conveyed.

The beginning of their shining, new era was a tough time. For a start, covering the whole "we're not going to kill you" was ridiculously hard. The majority of people didn't believe a single thing that came out of the newcomers' mouths, but were too intimidated by the monsters' freakish appearances to retaliate in case they would be crushed to bloody pulps or eaten alive. So, with great reluctance from the humans, the monsters were all pronounced officially citizens. Most people wanted to build a city for all the monsters to inhabit, segregated from humans. However, that posed to be greatly problematic, and they ended up living scattered around the place, but mostly in large groups. Despite this, danger was ubiquitous.

There were still very many "humans only" and "no monsters allowed" signs put up just about everywhere, but gradually, the number started to decrease as the link of trust between species strengthened.

Four years have passed.

Things are going well. Through grit, hard work and determination, the monsters have fought their way up the ladder of social status from scum to regular citizens (although they are still treated rather racistly, but then again, the racism goes both ways).

Peace has almost been achieved.

Everybody is happy with this.

Kind of.


Ch. I

Never before had Frisk been more excited about their education.

In fact, they'd been so preoccupied thinking about their soon-to-be new school that they'd completely forgotten to sleep.

It was currently nearing midnight. Frisk Dreemurr, however, had no time for such a mindless, shambling activity as sleep. No, they were above that, weren't they?

Chara sat at the foot of the overactive child's bed, a sullen scowl adorning her features. "Going to sleep seems like a better use of your time," she said sharply, words cutting through the near silence of the night. Frisk snorted in muted and joking derision. "Nope."

Chara raised an eyebrow. "Please. For the love of Mr Dad Guy - go to sleep."

Frisk shook their head vehemently. "I'm good."

"You would be better off if you kept your voice down. After all, nobody else can hear me."

Frisk gave a half-shrug in response, their mind wandering at the thought of what their new school could be like. Surely it had to be good - after all, Toriel and several other of their friends worked there. "Hey, d'you think I'm going to get Mom as a teacher in any lessons?"

"Not if you don't go to sleep." Chara sighed, narrowing her eyes.

Frisk stuck out their tongue and curled themselves into a ball. "I can't wait."

"You won't be able to wake up if you keep yourself awake, you idiot," Chara muttered. Frisk contemplated this.

"Yeah, okay. Fine."

The ghost of what was once a girl raised an eyebrow once more. "Are you going to sleep or what?"

"Sure."

Chara let out a sigh. "Thank Asgore." Finally, she could relax. She didn't need to sleep - being incorporeal had its perks (and its drawbacks; no longer could she taste her mother's pie unless if it were to be vicariously through Frisk's tastebuds - and that kid did not appreciate it nearly enough), but she could still do it. She laid herself down onto the floor - was that a ghost thing?- beside Frisk's bed and forced her mouth into a smile. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, being dragged around a classroom full of twelve year old monsters. And... And humans. Yeah, fat chance. It was going to be horrible.

Frisk was already asleep. Chara shot them a look from the floor and let out a sigh. Well. It was worth a try, was it not?

...

Yeah. Probably not.

Don't worry, this isn't going to be the default length for all chapters. Honestly, that was more of another prologue than a chapter. Most chapters will be about the length of the whole document (hopefully) or so. Or I might make them a little shorter. Or longer, depending on my creativity at the time.

I hope this was sufficient to show what you're in store for. Feedback is appreciated, and I'm sorry for droning on about non-story things.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading! c:

bOI!

~Temmie