CHAPTER 1: Snowdin, The Land Of Doom
Many years had passed since the legendary events of Undertale; many troubling, difficult, years in which the seed of racism against monsters continued to germinate within humanity's tormented, corrupted SOULs.
Early one autumn morning, in the Topollo Theatre located in the peaceful Californian town of Towson, near Mt. Ebbott, Frisk woke up in a daze, wearing helmetless chain mail armor on a bed that didn't even belong to her...or him...or whatever the hell Frisk's gender was supposed to be, because no one really knew anyway. Let's just call it a he, shall we?
"Hey, wake up, asshole! Last night, you drank all of our stinking beer and then puked all over the floor! We literally had to f***ing carry you into bed! For Christ's sake, get your s*** together! The Mayor would like to have a word with you!" one of the managers barged into the room and yelled at Frisk.
"Very well, then..." Frisk sighed, drunkenly stumbling through the hallways of the theatre and entering the fat, bespectacled, business-suited Mayor Elkrip's office.
"Greetings, Mayor." Frisk greeted Elkrip, shaking his hand, taking a seat, and looking around briefly at all of the neatly arranged office stuff in the room.
"Frisk, for crying out loud; I know that the fact that I look like William Howard Taft fascinates you, but for the love of God, focus!" Elkrip reminded Frisk, snapping his fingers.
"Heh...sorry, I'm listening." Frisk chuckled somewhat embarrassedly as Elkrip glared at him.
"Alright, son, look: You're not here because you're in trouble...even though what you did with my sister last night WAS pretty atrocious." Elkrip laughed as Frisk hung his head in shame.
"Still, though, I have to admit: you're a DAMNED good bounty hunter! So...would you mind me kindly asking if you could...say...KILL someone for me?" Elkrip asked Frisk curiously, twirling a pencil between his fingers.
"Who?" Frisk asked him flatly.
"Well, not really someONE so much as someTHING...you see, there's this weird sort of MONSTER that's been going around lately, killing people." Elkrip explained.
"And why exactly does this concern YOU?" Frisk asked him, cocking an eyebrow.
"Simple: if YOU kill the monster for me, then I will get ALL of the PROFIT!" Elkrip laughed heartily, leaning back in his office chair and clutching his chest as Frisk rolled his eyes.
"In all seriousness, though...this thing NEEDS to be stopped. If we don't stop it now, then its massive army of bioengineered mutant freaks will soon take over the entire world!" Elkrip shuddered, clutching his head and trembling in fear.
"Um, okay...but before you go and start wetting your pants over this, are you SURE that this isn't just some bulls*** Creepypasta some douchebag made up on the Internet?" Frisk asked him, glaring deeply and piercingly into his eyes.
"I'm pretty sure..." Elkrip explained, breaking out into a cold sweat and wiping his forehead with his emergency pocket handkerchief.
"Very well, then...it was a pleasure to see you, Mayor Elkrip, but I really must be going now." Frisk sighed, quietly walking out of the room as Elkrip sloppily stuffed several mini-donuts into his fat, balding face.
"Oh, uh...hey...before you head off, allow me to give you this key so that you can access the sewers." Elkrip hastily informed Frisk, handing Frisk the key to the nearest manhole.
"Alright, so...if my memory is correct, this part of town is directly above Snowdin. Therefore, if I go down into the sewers, then I'll probably find some sort of secret passage leading there...right?" Frisk hypothesized, using the key to open the manhole in the middle of the street right outside Topollo Theatre and climbing down the rusty old ladder into the dank, smelly sewers.
As Frisk reached the bottom of the ladder, he could feel the cold, damp, clammy air against his skin. He could feel the sense of dread in the air, too...in fact, he could almost hear the air whispering the words "GO BACK" to him, and it was downright unsettling.
"I've got a very, very bad feeling about this...who exactly WAS this monster that Mayor Elkrip was talking about, anyway?" Frisk wondered to himself, shuddering as he pulled his knife out of his pocket and slowly crept through the dimly lit underground passage.
The further Frisk delved into these cold, dark sewers, the more he began to feel like was something creeping up behind him...like something was WATCHING him.
"I don't like this at all..." Frisk shivered with fear, waiting patiently for the moment when something would finally leap out of the water and jumpscare him...but shockingly, nothing did.
"Alright, HERE it is..." Frisk sighed with relief as he finally reached the floor hatch that presumably lead to the "underground secret passage" that Elkrip was talking about.
After using the sewer key to unlock the hatch, Frisk briefly examined his surroundings, what with the slime-oozing walls and the shit-smelling murky water.
"What's this?" Frisk wondered, noticing that there was a trash can sitting right next to the hatch.
"Hmm...nothing in here but knives and lint." Frisk sighed as he dug fervently through the trash can only to find nothing but, as he stated, bloody knives and rotten lint.
"Wait a minute...perhaps I could use the lid on this trash can as a defensive shield just in case! And this sword here is slightly better than the pocketknife I already have!" Frisk realized, taking his new sword and shield in hand as he threw his old pocketknife away like the piece of worthless trash it was.
"Also...what do we have here? OH MY GOD...there's no way...this can't be real...is this seriously the Franklin Badge?" Frisk gasped, suddenly remembering a certain blue-and-yellow-striped-shirt-wearing, red-baseball-cap-donning friend he once had back in high school.
"I still remember how one time, my old friend Ness got struck by lightning and was somehow completely unscathed thanks to this thing...or so he says. If what he says is true, then I definitely cannot afford not to take this, even if it technically is graverobbing." Frisk sighed, taking the Franklin Badge out of the trash can and clipping it onto his armor.
"Well, here goes nothing..." Frisk shivered as he opened up the hatch and began climbing down the frightfully massive steel ladder within.
As Frisk climbed down the ladder, what he saw shocked him. The entirety of Snowdin's forest had been burned down, and the entire place had become a lifeless wasteland. Literally every last former hint of the place being hospitable was now long gone.
"Who...who even had the heart to DO this?" Frisk sobbed as he finally reached the bottom of the ladder, observing the withered trees and featureless, polluted landscape surrounding him.
"I...I THINK this is the general direction of Snowdin Town..." Frisk shivered (partially from the freezing cold) as he trudged through the dreary, bleak, dusty hills.
"I...I didn't realize that THIS was what would happen if and when all of the monsters finally left this miserable place for good." Frisk sighed, coughing and wheezing as the dry, smoke-filled air permeated his lungs; the only sound that could even be heard for miles around was that of the bitter, howling wind.
Eventually, a few hours of walking later, Frisk found an old abandoned campsite where a deathly exhausted, grimly cloaked young man was sitting lifelessly on a log next to the smoldering remains of the campfire, surrounded by a rather disturbingly large number of flies. Frisk poked it with the hilt of his sword to make sure it was still alive.
"YAAAAAGH!" Frisk screamed as the man's body collapsed into a pile of rotten bones.
"Nothing to see here, is there?" Frisk sighed in dismay as he peeked into the man's collapsing, hole-riddled, empty old tent and found a wheelless, rusty old bicycle.
"Well, I guess I don't really have any other choice but to just keep going, I suppose..." Frisk sighed as he reluctantly walked the rest of the way across the open wasteland and finally reached Snowdin Town...or at least, what was left of it.
"HELLO? ANYONE THERE?!" Frisk cried out, with the only response coming from what appeared to be amalgamations of various monsters fused together...by...
"ALPHYS?! How could you..." Frisk collapsed onto his knees and sobbed, looking at the mess of dilapidated buildings, broken banners and ruined Christmas gifts surrounding him.
"I...I thought you were COOL..." Frisk cried as he picked up the remaining Christmas star on the ground where the Christmas tree used to be and briefly held it in his hand.
"I can't...understand...I just CAN'T...UNDERSTAND..." Frisk whispered fearfully to himself as he walked up the north path of town to the river ferry stop where the riverperson used to be. Although he was long gone, his boat somehow still remained intact, paddle and all.
"I just can't help but feel like I'm paddling myself up the wrong shore here..." Frisk sighed as he manually paddled his boat down the river from Snowdin to Hotland.
"Boy, have I got a word for HER..." Frisk muttered, gripping the hilt of his sword angrily as he rang Alphys' Mew Mew Kissy Cutie doorbell.
"Um, hello- AAAAAAH!" Alphys opened her front door and screamed as Frisk tackled her onto the tiled floor of her laboratory.
"W-who are you...o-oh dear...F-FRISK?!" Alphys gasped, trembling in shock as Frisk stood up and lifted her by the collar of her lab coat.
"What the f*** is going on here and WHY?!" Frisk demanded, shaking Alphys violently.
"Uh...I c-can explain..." Alphys sighed, readjusting her lab coat as Frisk set her back down onto the floor.
"You'd better talk fast!" Frisk threatened her, his eye twitching as he struggled to resist the urge to chop her yellow lizard head off right then and there with his sword.
"Honestly...I lost hope in both monsterkind and humanity a LONG time ago." Alphys explained, drumming her fingers together nervously.
"It all started when I created the Amalgamates...and also when you killed my beloved girlfriend Undyne." Alphys continued, her bespectacled eyes twitching as she fought the urge to strangle Frisk with her bare scaly hands herself.
"Ever since all of those horrific things happened to me, I've been endlessly contemplating the thought of suicide every single moment of every single waking day. My whole life is but an endless nightmare from which there is no escape and never will be." Alphys sobbed, glaring straight into Frisk's eyes.
"Your eyes...HIS eyes...whenever I look into them...they are just so full of insatiable bloodlust...whenever I look at what the world has become, I just want to SCREAM!" Alphys cried, wrapping her arms around Frisk and hugging him gently.
"So...are you ready?" Alphys asked Frisk, readjusting her glasses.
"For what?" Frisk asked her, desperately wanting to unsheathe his sword and put her out of her eternal misery once and for all...yet somehow not having the proper will to do so.
"The experiment." Alphys sighed, stepping into a strange mechanical capsule that was mysteriously labeled MIND TANK.
"MIND TANK? What the hell does that even mean?" Frisk wondered in bewilderment as he stepped inside with Alphys and shut the glass door of the capsule tightly.
"You are now face-to-face with the monster. You can smell her horrible, tainted breath...her putrid, sweaty feet...her rancid, unwashed skin...and it is making you feel very awkward and uncomfortable." the spirit of Chara whispered to Frisk from within his mind.
"GEE, you THINK?!" Frisk groaned, rolling his eyes as he held his nose to protect himself from Alphys' horrendous weeaboo stench.
"Anyway...now you are faced with the decision of a lifetime. Should you kill her...or should you KILL her?" Chara laughed as Frisk involuntarily unsheathed his sword and held it against Alphys' weedy little neck.
"You know what? NEITHER! F*** YOU!" Frisk screamed in frustration, shoving his sword back into its sheath and crossing his arms defiantly. "HMPH!"
"No...NO...FRISK, FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU'RE...YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO OBEY ME! NOOOOOO! STOPPPPP! STOP ITTTTT!" Chara screamed at the top of her lungs as the machine suddenly went haywire and transported Frisk into a truly alien and bizarre place unlike any that had ever been seen on Earth.