This story has been inspired by "All that remains" from Extreme Light 9, so go give it some love, will you? Not an obligation tho. Still, any similarities between this story and the inspired one is complete coincidence. In no way did I copied Extreme Light 9's story.
Aaaaalrighty everyone, yet ANOTHER new story (I really need to count how many I'll end up with, and I haven't even began two new stories which are just there swirling around in my head, I'm doomed to never finish any of them I think *sad face*) of mine, *forced cheerful voice* yeah… Hopefully with time I'll start to like this one, because it's more like… an experiment.
So, and hope I can finish this fast and be on my way, don't expect updates to be made that often, it's just that just writing FNaF for some time get tiring and boring, and I kind of lost inspiration for my other stories. Result, in the meantime, this one will be kind of my black sheep, at least for now.
So, let's see where this will lead us.
Ps : If any of you doesn't know my way of making dialogues, things out loud are symbolised by this little guy - , while thought are expressed through these "", got it? Good, let's go then.
Chapter one.
Legends were wrong.
Frisk shuddered as she woke up, gasping for air.
She looked questioningly around her, before the white corridor, the black entrance, made her recall what had happened.
"Right, Asgore killed me, again."
With a sight the young girl let herself lie down against the floor, next to the Save point, the four armed shaped star spinning as ever, undisturbed.
Groaning, still feeling the bruises and burnt inflicted to her body, she lifted her sweater, revealing many slowly darkening patches of skin, sensitive and really bad looking.
Well, at least she had her items back.
She used the ID box of her phone, and took out a cinnamon bunny. For some reason, she was always fascinated to see whatever she stored come back in her hands. The effect reminded her of colored sand, a pretty mess of shiny molecules, arranging themselves back to form solid objects.
The human wasted no time, and wolfed down the bunny, still feeling guilty for it looked identical to a real one, almost too cute to eat.
- Cuteness like that shouldn't be permitted with food, she declared as she downed the last of the tasty candy.
As soon as it reach her stomach, she felt a regain of vitality, and was pleased to see the bruises going from the pale red to a dark blue, before rapidly switching to yellow, which became tinted with green in a matter of seconds.
After a minute, all the now yellow-green spots had faded, and Frisk felt fine, the scorched marks on her body having been repaired as well.
However, despite the fact she should normally feel ready to try again, she didn't wanted to.
She wasn't determined anymore to go home.
First, she would have to take the king's Soul? No! And just… leave all of monsterkind down here to rot away? Hell no! They had been so kind to her, even when they attacked, she could tell they did it reluctantly, at least most of the time. And she should repay their kindness this way? Never in forever! Better stay down there and survive. She knew that Alphys and Metatton would surely help her through Hotland, and from then the River Person could either drop her somewhere, either Snowdin or Waterfall, there was so many options opening to her.
Sitting down, Frisk calmly tried to think about it.
Without knowing she did, the young girl fell asleep, exhaustion getting the best her.
[A few hours later.]
Frisk woke up in a bed.
- Ugh, what? Where am I, softly exclaimed the child.
Taking a good look at the room, she found herself in the bedroom where the royal siblings once lived.
As questions began to rise in her head, she took notice of a small note that had been put on the frying pan she had kept, as the magic of the Underground had imbued the object with the capacity to heat up on command, quite useful when in need of heating up a meal.
Still, as she took the pan laying on the ground, she read the note.
All that was on it was : "Sorry, young one, even if I wanted to, I cannot bring myself to harm a defenceless opponent. As a result, I brought you here, I believe you won't use that frying pan of yours to fry my house, will you? Anyway, shall you be ready, come find me, I'll be taking care of my flowers.
Ps : I took the liberty to wash your clothing, I hope you won't mind, as you slept very deeply. Also, as you may see, I used an invention from Alphys, it cleaned you, so that way your privacy would be respected."
Now that she thought about it, she didn't smelled bad anymore, and the dirt and filth collected during her adventures was gone from the clothes, which smelled a nice odor of lemongrass.
At least for one time the lizard's invention hadn't tried killing her…
She then herself thinking that such a thought was very mean to the timid and nice scientist.
As she thought about what to do, her stomach growled.
Seems like it was time to do a raid on the fridge.
[Later.]
- Ugh, maybe I went too far, I'm stuffed, mumbled the child as she messily tried to clean the dishes.
Most of what she had found was premade meals, and they were in great amount too, so she had took maybe a bit more then she should've.
Not without some effort, Frisk managed to get most of the dishes clean, but some of them were just good for the trash…
Which, is exactly what she did.
"Man, I sure hope Asgore won't be mad at me for throwing these away."
Without any more hesitation, the human left.
She had things to do.
[Somewhere in Hotland.]
- Darling, we found another one!
Alphys turned swiftly, despite her short and stubby look, at Metatton.
- W-w-what? How many will there be?
The robot gave out a tired sigh.
- I am not sure, but this seems to be even older then most of the other slabs found at the bottom of the Core's storage room, so many more dating of around the era when it was made may lay in the conducts, if the determination's energy hasn't melted these, given they were made out of magic, by monsters.
The lizard looked downward, before her gaze met the square shaped monster.
- Metatton, she softly said, I don't like what I've discovered from the other tablets so far…
She now knew how much blood their kind had really spilled during the war, and other strange things that contradicted most legends they believed in.
But some parts had given insights never known before about the barrier's creation, and these tablets may now be their last hope in destroying it.
- But despite not wanting to know more, they may hold in these symbols the last hope of our kind. Give me the new one.
As the robot handed the yellow monster the tablet, she immediately froze, as from a far away corner of her mind, she somehow remembered the language of these signs.
- H-Hapstablook, she let the real name of the robot slip out under the shock, these symbols…
He knew by now that Alphys rarely let her tongue fork like she just did, and looked over at her in concern, even though his faceless form wasn't any help telling he was.
- Something wrong dear?
He looked questioningly at the symbols on the stone slab, and back to the now trembling lizard.
But she wasn't trembling in anxiety, no…
She trembled because she was under an indescribable kind of fear. The kind that you realize you can't escape, that you know you can't deal with… the kind that clings to the past.
He never saw her so afraid from since he knew her.
Worried, he try to go in her direction, before her yellow eyes widened in shock.
She understood what they were saying!
- N-no, it can't be…, she lowly muttered.
She then fell to her knee, nearly exploding in tears.
- T-they can't be telling the truth.
Something wasn't right with what she was reading.
- The symbols, they… t-they… s-s-say…
She suddenly threw herself at the robot, as a painful sob made its way through her throat.
- Oh Hapstablook, what have I done?
Not sure what was going on, the monster could only do his best in comforting his friend.
- It… It's okay, darling. Everything will be alright, ok-! ! !
- NO IT ISN'T, she snapped as suddenly as she had burst in tears.
Tears which were still flowing from her eyes.
- I HAVE DOOMED US ALL, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!
She fell back on the ground, looking helplessly at the white tiles.
- This is a new prophecy. A-about the eig-ght hu-human…
The robot froze, before asking himself what was she ranting about.
- I-I made an horrible, horrible mistake, she sobbed, closing her fists, eyes closed tightly.
He could only look in distress at his friend's clear despair.
- This… This hum-man, she barely said.
She looked up, a desperate plea in her eyes.
- She is twin with one of us.
Twin? Had she really lost it?
- Alph, please, calm down, you're worrying me.
His own plea fell in deaf ears.
- Humans… humans shouldn't b-be able to abs-sorb monsters' Souls o-on t-their own, but her…
She looked in fear at the stone inscribed in these strange symbols that for some reason, she seemed to be the only one able to read.
He lips shook, as the truth came out.
- Twin b-by S-Souls.
In shame, she lowered her head.
- Me-Metatton, do you und-derst-tand?
The robot was understanding absolutely NOTHING.
- I am afraid no, dear.
- This human… either we live free, or we will all d-die.
THAT, however made something click in his mind.
- Like the angel prophesised to free us from this place?
- Worst then that…
"The legends about the angel were wrong."
- Hapstablook, the… the legends… everything we believed in… for centuries…
The last sentence was the equivalent of a knife cutting her throat wide open.
- Everything is false…
Woah okay, I honestly, was NOT planning to make the first chapter this tense, like, shit went from 0 to 1039439202 faster then the Road Runner.
Sooo, I think I'll wait, just to see people's reactions to this start of the story. I have a metric shitton of things to explain there.
Also, I'll respond to any review, so you can ask me anything, and I'll answer in the post chapter AN of the next one.
Farewell, everyone.
Well, until chapter two's out, that is.
Ps : now, if it isn't too much, I'm gonna do a simple cover, cause I developed an allergic reaction to blank ones, toodles!