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Mind and body

Chapter 1: A new journey begins.

"Clank"

The abrupt noise woke Frisk up. It took him quite a while to remember where he was and what he was doing. He looked down and saw himself in the same near-empty metal cabin. The digital clock on the wall gave him an idea of how long his nap was. He got out of his seat and walking around the place. The urge of inspecting everything in sight appeared to have awakened alongside him. He had a look at his seat.

(An extremely comfortable seat)

(Sleep again)

(Yes) *(No)

He walked a bit more to the left. He touched the vibrating wall of the cabin and traced his hand to the door.

(A large door with a long lever attached to it)

(It has the words "Air Lock. Do not touch" written in red paint)

He left the door be, then started to wander around and had a look at everything on the nearby shelves.

(Shelves filled with strange machineries and equipment only an engineer would be interested in)

(Sadly, you are not an engineer)

He inspected these devices.

(On the back, it reads)

("Property of the State")

He got the same respond from every other object in the cabin.

Noticed the sound of Frisk frisking everything, a voice from somewhere in the cabin spoke up. It was a serious and soulless tone. "Diplomat, are you awake?"

(No) *(Maybe)

"I know you don't trust me, but you don't have to lie. It's unnecessary. Regardless, we are approaching the State. I suggest you sit down and fasten your seat belt. It might get a little rough from now on. The weather condition is not optimal."

Frisk saw no reason to oppose and followed through with the voice's suggestion. He began tapping his feet on the metal floor after the belt had secured him to the seat. After a while, the tapping sounded more like him shaking his leg in anxious.

"Apology, I do not wish to stress you out with that, diplomat. Here, listen to some music. It calms the nerve." Afterward, the sound of piano came through the microphone. The melody was soothing, yet somewhat uninspiring and dull. Frisk's feet felt weird as the plane began to tilt and lowered its altitude. Everything was fine, until the plane started shaking violently.

Soon after, the music stopped and an alarm took its place.

"Diplomat, hold on, nothing to worry. That was a lie, there is something to be worry about, but I shall do my best."

The vibration around him was getting stronger, much stronger. Equipment began to fly out of their shelfs. Frisk's leg was trembling while his hand was clawing the seat. His fingernails pierced through the seat's leather as his body experience a great amount of pressure. A gas mask was then dropped on his laps.

"Put it on, diplomat! It helps."

Frisk did not hesitate and obeyed. He never understood how doing that supposes to make the situation any better. He just found it harder to breath with it. The voice came back again as the pressure grew stronger and stronger.

"Diplomat, I must tell you the truth. The situation looks rather bleak right now. So, be prepared."

The gas mask released a strange, sweet smelling gas. Frist felt his eyelids growing heavy as he inhaled it. Before he passed out, he heard a sound-a loud crashing noise.

The next day

The sound of bird singing and sun light pierce through the ceiling woke Frisk up. He was in a daze of the sort. The sweet smell was lingering in his nose and to some extent, he can taste it in the corner of his mouth. It had a grassy taste.

The cabin had changed significantly. The first thing he saw was the gigantic hole beside the airlock. Next, was the wavy metal floor with equipment and machines scattered all over it. He pushed the button on his seatbelt and got out of the seat. After making sure that nothing was broken or hurt, he stood up and climbed out though the hole.

The plane appeared to have crash landed in the middle of a forest. Frisk had a look around, trying to find the strange woman he had met the day before. It took dozens of steps for him to reach the cockpit of the plane.

A large tree branch seemed to have gone through the windshield while she tried to land. Thankfully, the windshield was dark black from the outside, so the horror is only limited to Frisk's imagination.

(Knock on the side of the plane)

*(Yes) (Leave it be)

Frisk knocked on the plane three times. No answer was received during the first few seconds. The woman's soulless voice came out of the cockpit. She seemed much weaker than before. The day before, she was trading blow with Undyne both verbally and physically. Now, she sounded like someone who down on her luck, someone who you might see on the street, asking for change.

"Diplomat, is that you?"

(Yes) *(Just a bird)

"Is that what having a SOUL feel like? Wasting breath and dialogs for humor. I can see why now. Anyhow, good to hear to you made it. How are you feeling? Have you suffered any serious injuries?"

(I'll live) *(No)

"Splendid, that means my attempt was not a complete failure." She stopped and panted. The sound was heavy and long. "Do you see any tall tower at your current location?" Frisk walked in front of the plane and had a look. He could see a large golden tower in the distance, beyond the greenery. It did not seem to be that far away. "If you could, then you should head there. That is the King's tower, surrounded by the State, of course. Sorry for not be able to take you there myself. I'm afraid you have to do it on your own now. Try your best to reach there before sun down. The King would send a search party for me after that. Should that happen, things could get complicated. Since the King have a very, very, negative view of monsters. Should there be any confusion, it could be catastrophic for your monster friends. They stood no chance then, and they would stand no chance now."

Frisk nodded and headed forward.

"Wait, diplomat. Before you go, hahhhh, can you help me with my mission?"

Frisk approached the remains of the plane once more. He knocked on the plane.

"You are here, good. Here is a little, rundown. I was supposed to get rid of this thing in the King's honor. He wanted me to throw it down a hole on mount Ebott, in secret of course. Look like I have failed in that regard. That was my mission, until I got side tracked with your monster friends and your horrible attempt to poison me with that spaghetti. So, please do a favor for this soulless soldier and throw this down mount Ebott, Hahhhh. When you get back there that is. Is that fine with you? "

*(Yes) (No)

"Good, thank you." She paused a bit. The small side door on the cockpit opened. A small wooden box was dropped out. "Well, my body is about to give in, so if there is anything you need to ask, now is the time."

(Keep silence) *(How to get in)

"How to get in the State? Well, at the moment, your best chance is through the sewage system. Don't worry, pick the Books Cemetery route. There is nothing but rubbish books there, should be clean enough for you to get in. Just tell the Guardians that you are the diplomat for the monsters. It should be no trouble. Not really though, could be a bit more challenging than that. However, hahhh, you do have a SOUL, that should help. Well, you, you, asked that, at the right time. My vision, begin to grow, hazy. This body, of mine, is giving in. It is what, hahhh, it is, I guess. Tell Undyne, that she has won by default. And sorry for trying, trying to kill your friends. It was my duty, after all. Goodbye diplomat, may your body and mind, be strong, strong enough for this world." A small clanking sound emitted from within the cockpit and the rest was silence.

He knocked on the door once more. This time there was no answer.

(Witness the dedicated and kind nature of this soldier fills you with determination)

He picked up the box. Frisk's curiosity struck as he held it. There was no lock to protect its content, just a simple latch. He lifted the latch and opened the box. Inside was a silver revolver with strange engraving on the stock. Its cylinder was replaced with a crystal device. Almost everything about this weapon looked sophisticated and complex, much different from his old equipment.

(You found the Prince's pistol)

Frisk took the weapon out and inspected it.

(An elegant weapon of destruction. Rely on determination for ammunition.)

(999 ATK)

(A strange yet familiar sensation happened when you hold this weapon.)


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