Hey guys! This is the first chapter of the True Pacifists Help Others rewrite, so please review and tell me what you all thought! A thing real quick:

Frisk uses she/her or they/them pronouns and is 13 years old.

She lay her head against the cold glass, watching the raindrops contrast against the night sky that was splattered with lightning. Thunder boomed in the background, and she offhandedly wondered if Max and his dog were okay. The window was just barely cracked, letting the sounds of the splatters of rain reach her ears and damp air to whisk into the room.

Frisk loved to sit and watch the rain in the bay window. Every time it rained when she was at home, she would set herself up on the cushions and fluffy blanket on the little bench-thing, press her face against the window, and just watch. It didn't matter what time it was, what she was doing. She always watched the rain.

She pulled the fluffy sky-blue blanket around her shoulders. The fan was on and she was cold, but she always kept the fan on, so blanket it was. Her pajamas consisted of a white T-shirt and black flannel pants. Simple, and comfortable. Her dark hair reached just past her shoulders, long enough to put up in a messy bun (which is what she did occasionally, but never to sleep in).

Frisk still sat there in the bay window, bathed in the warm-colored, yet darker light of the farther nightstand lamp, the only light in the room. She had nothing to do, so she did the one thing she could.

Think.

Why was it that she was the Human/Monster Ambassador, yet seemed to be one of the most unpopular students at school? She had a tiny friend group consisting of a disaster lesbian, a nerdy trumpet-player with glasses, a suave artist, and a curly-haired dog lover.

Sure, there was Aki, Hana, and Bonnie, but that trio preferred to keep to themselves. And there was Kody and Emily, but they had their own friends as well. Elliot, the glasses-bound nerd, had a friend called Julia who reminded her awfully of Sans in some way (lazy yet smart, good at wordplay), yet she was a bit different (hardly sleeps at all, for one). Frisk had only seen her a few times and had spoken to her even less than that, but she seemed to dress like Sans too, always wearing a hoodie (usually blue) and black sweatpants.

Alex, the resident disaster lesbian, didn't grow up in the best household. Sure, to some it would have been fine, but not for her. Her mom, Linda, ran the PTA. There had only been one meeting so far in the school year, and neither Toriel nor Frisk had attended, but her Science teacher had gone on a rant first period, the day after, about how bossy and self-centered Linda was. Apparently, Linda was at least somewhat bigoted according to what little Alex had said about her mother (it was clear that she didn't want to talk about her).

Bella, the suave artist, was... mysterious. Not a lot was really known about her. All they knew? Alex and Bella were a couple, and had been since May. Bella was cool-headed and calm in most situations, a nice meditator when arguements got heated (relatively rare, but it happens), like the time a debate between Elliot and Max about Haikyuu! vs. Free! turned into Elliot crying because Max had insulted his mother.

Max.

If there were one word to describe Max, it would be disaster. If it were two, it would be socially awkward. The poor boy just didn't know how to handle most situations. He didn't now how to react when his father would get mad and scream at him, "MAXINE ELIZABETH TURNER!" He'd gotten grounded for 'talking back' after just that exact situation just a week ago or so. It hadn't been fun to hold off on group outings to the mall, Grillby's new diner, or the little cafe/bakery that Muffet opened up (thankfully, there were spider-free options on her menu).

But then her thoughts drifted to someone else. No, it wasn't really any of the monsters. Sans, Grillby, Muffet, Toriel, Asgore, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Napstablook, Shyren, Burgerpants, Mettaton, even the shopkeeper from Snowdin (her name was Amelia, which Frisk had found out recently), all of them were doing just fine, thank you very much. No, there was someone she had left behind, and she felt so, so guilty about it recently.

Flowey.

(Or, Asriel. Frisk wasn't sure which one it was.)

He was all by himself down there. Should she visit him?

Maybe. Even after all he'd done... he was still Asriel. If they could find a way to get his SOUL back... then Chara would have her best friend back, giving her a reason to come to life for real this time. Maybe... maybe even Frisk, Chara, and Asriel... maybe they could all be siblings, together.

But that little fantasy would have to wait for another day, because there was some knocking on her door, and then Toriel opened it, and quietly said something along the lines of, "My child, it is late. Please go to bed."

Frisk did so, but slowly, because she was comfortable in that window, dammit, but the lights went off and she curled up, and before she knew it, fell asleep dreaming about taking Chara and Asriel with her to Grillby's.

They were not brave.

They were not kind.

They were not just.

They didn't have much integrity.

They didn't persevere a whole lot.

They weren't really all that patient, either.

So why the hell did they think they could defeat the demons made of those exact things?

Because I'm the only one who can.

They sat up in the bed Frisk had only used for a short nap once, when she was still with Toriel. Still can't sleep. They began to head back out of the Ruins, to their usual spot, the place where they had met Frisk in the first place.

When they finally reached the spot where the moonlight gazed in, accompanied by rainfall, they let themself relax for a moment- but just for that.

Their hair was the color of the sunshine they'd never seen, and their eyes reflected the moon like emeralds.

I have the most DETERMINATION out of all the few left down here.

But they didn't stay long. They took a black hair band that was wrapped around their wrist (salvaged from Undyne before she left) and went to put their hair in a ponytail, leaving front bits out like they always did. They started walking back into the Ruins, summoning their yellow-green energy sword in their left hand the moment both hands were free.

I can never be too careful... especially with these little demons.

There was a rumbling, and they disregarded it. Earthquakes were commonplace in this area. But then it started getting a little stronger, and they knew it wasn't an earthquake, and then something hideous burst through the wall, taking the cieling behind it with it, closing the two off from the rest of the Ruins. "FUCK!" they shouted.

The creature was something to look at. It was in the somewhat-shape of a gorrila, almost, and seemed to be made of black goo. Murky green tendrils ran across its body, glowing and darkening in odd patterns. "Nice to see you again!" They yelled, readying themself for a battle.

A battle they fought every single day, now that Frisk was gone. These creatures- six in total- had surfaced (haha) just after she had left with everyone else.

But as the old saying goes, when one door closes, another opens.

With Frisk returning home, came Chara coming back.

And Chara wasn't nearly as nice as Frisk.

Thankfully, Chara didn't surface often. She usually was in the Hotlands, they believed. They had no idea why she was there, just that she was.

They bit their lip as the Green Being leaped towards them and they dodged.

Just another day in the post-Frisk Underground.

Frisk, wherever you are...

Please come back.

HELL YEAH THEY'RE BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER!