Hello fellow UNDERTALE fanfic readers. I thought that I'd try my hand at writing a fanfic.
Here's the prologue.
Please note, Frisk is male in this AU
Enjoy!
ASGORE'S THRONEROOM-
TEN YEARS BEFORE CHARA FALLS-
Asgore was tending to his buttercups as usual… when a familiar fishy scent hit him.
"Yes Undyne?" wondering how the Monster King knew she was there, she stepped forward.
"There's someone to see you your Highness." The King did his trademark slow… very slow turn. "She calls herself the Oracle."
"Please ask her to identify her reasons for coming here… then… bring her in." Undyne flashed a quick salute and turned around walking in her regal manner… she was the head royal of the royal guard afterall. "Tori! I think you should come in dear." His (then) wife Toriel Dreamurr walked in her trademark regal, gentle fashion.
"Yes, darling?" The queen said gently.
"Just sit down for now… Undyne will explain when she- "
"Your Majesties. The lady who calls herself the oracle." Undyne announced, bowing in the presence of monster royalty. "She says that she has precognition that she absolutely must share with you."
"Welcome Ms Oracle. It is a pleasure to meet you." The small bony woman said or did nothing but nod. Suddenly, without warning she fell on the floor, face first. "Ms Oracle? Are you alright?" said Asgore standing up in astonishment. Gradually a low buzz filled the room and the Oracle's body slowly rose in to the air and righted itself. Her eyes and mouth opened as a blue light shone out of the holes that were her eyesockets and mouth.
"THe cHIld sEvEnTh." Boomed a demonic voice lower than Asgore's. "MonSter'S SaViOuR. ThE destRucTIoN of tHe bARRIeR liEs in theIR wAKe. buT WhEn tHE TrUe PoWeR to sAVe IS DIscoVeReD by tHem, thE fATe OF THe WorLd Is aT StAKe." The buzzing disappeared and so did the blue light. The oracle's body fell to the ground lifeless.
"UNDYNE! GET A DOCTOR!" Asgore called.
"Yes your majesty." Said the head of the royal guard running out of the room.
BUT IT WAS TOO LATE. FOR SEVEN YEARS ASGORE SEARCHED FOR THE CHILD OF THE PROPHECY, AND SLOWLY BUT SURELY THE PROPHECY'S EXISTENCE WAS FORGOTTEN. THREE YEARS LATER, CHARA FELL INTO THE UNDERGROUND.
FRISK'S APARTMENT, EBOTTVILLE-
FRISK'S SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY-
"Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday Dear Fri-isk, Happy Birthday to You!"
"Hip-hip!" Mettaton shouted in his showman-like manner.
"Hooray!' everyone responded. This was repeated another two times, the 'Hooray' getting louder each time.
It had been four years since frisk had cleared the barrier, and three years since the move from the underground was completed. Since then, the tiny village of Ebottville had flourished into a pleasant city. Frisk lived on the fourteenth floor of Ebottville's central highrise apartment building with his boyfriend (yes Frasriel is happening) Asriel, and his skeleton buddies Sans and Papyrus. Frisk and Asriel had a steady two-year long relationship going. They both loved eachother to bits, and everyone knew about it due to Asriel's mother, Toriel's frequent social media posts about their romance.
"But you gotta admit, they are cute as heck together." Said Sans to his brother Papyrus.
"We can hear you!" came the muffled cry through the wall they shared with Asriel and Frisk's room which was filled with wrapping paper as the two boys were opening all of Frisk's presents.
"Hey Frisk!" Sans called.
"Hmm."
"I'm pretty sure you've noticed by now that I didn't give you a present."
"Uh-huh."
"I've got one, just I can't give it to you… I have to show it to you."
"Sure." Frisk said sarcastically.
"Meet me at the Librarby at eight."
There was no response.
EBOTTVILLE LIBRARBY-
8PM THAT EVENING-
"Hey Sans!" Frisk whispered.
"Hey Bud'! I didn't think you would come.
"No way I'd miss your present Sans."
"No way I'd forget a present for you kiddo." Sans grinned a bony grin.
The skeleton lead the now sixteen year old to the back of the libraby.
"Where are we going?" Frisk asked.
"You're sixteen now, right kiddo?" Frisk nodded. "I think it's time I showed you the prophecy."
PROLOGUE: END
Note: if you aren't prepared to see Frisk go from our kind caring Sunshine Boy, to well… Chara, DON'T READ THIS FANFIC!
