I sighed in my seat, bored. Going through second grade for the third time was even more boring than the second. I knew every answer, and was too smart for pretty much everything.

By now, I'd long zoned out the little… show and tell that was going on in class. I didn't bother hiding my boredom, with my cheek pressed into a hand.

I'd be strumming on the desk with my left hand… but that one kinda doesn't exist anymore. Being one handed was okay, I guess. I could still hold stuff against the left side of my body.

Anyway, I should probably start paying attention again. Turning my head to the front of the class, my curly black hair fluttered in front of my face.

Fingering the hem of my white sweater with diagonal blue stripes, I looked down and just kinda glanced at my blue sweatpants and white nikes with yellow stars.

Turning my gaze to the front of the class, I finally paid attention. "-nd I believe we can help them!" The kid presenting finished. They had brown hair and yellow skin, being of the squinty eyed persuasion.

The kid had brown shoes, blue pants and a blue 'cool kid' shirt with purple writing. Something about them stirred… memories, from a long time ago. But I just couldn't grasp them!

It really sucked. "-so you must be lying!" A kid at the front of the class finished, standing from his desk. This was a very… orange child. Everything but the skin and pants that were white, really. The shirt was some weird pink-orange

"I came back from Ebott, that proves I'm not lying!" The kid that was presenting said.

Wait… Ebott? Mt Ebott? Why did that sound so familiar to me?! Ebott… wait. I looked, narrowing my eyes at the kids rather bad drawings they presented to the class.

Those drawings… abruptly, I got up and hit my chest. "Ikari, wake up," I said to my chest.

I heard the couple closest kids look at me, probably confused at who I was talking to. Well, they got their answer as I summoned my friend.

Black goo drizzled in streams from my hair, forming a floating orb with a face of jagged grays. "Hello, Ikari, my old friend," I cooed to the magical construct. I reached forwards, and pet the construct.

It cooed and nuzzled the hand cupping it. I grabbed my backpack, heading to the door. "Oswald! Where do you think you're going?!" The teacher exclaimed, though she wasn't mean about it.

"To break a barrier," I said calmly, looking to the child, Frisk. "Would you like to come?"

Frisk went wide eyed at my offered hand. They hesitated, before taking it. I grinned, calling upon blue power of mine. "Cool, let's take a shortcut," I said as I led them out the school, behind a row of lockers… and to the edge of a forest.

"We'll need to walk from here," I informed Frisk as I let their hand go. They nodded silently, and the three of us headed up Ebott.

We walked, or floated in Ikaris case, up the mountain. It was… silent, almost awkwardly so, until we reached the midpoint.

"Oswald… how can you do magic?" Frisk suddenly asked, breaking the silence with a rather awkward question.

I paused momentarily, feeling their gaze on my back. I sighed in resignation, not up to denying them some form of answer right now. "Let's say… a long time ago, a bad man made me hold seven of what living creatures are supposed to have one of," I said, resuming our walk up the dirt trail. "It… loosened things up enough, for me to do what I can."

I sighed, feeling tiredness ebbing. "However… half of the process for my magic to generate requires it be in the air. All of this lands magic is sealed in the mountain," I explained as we neared the top. So close…

Frisk gasped. "Is… that why you were sick and tired a lot when you first came here?" They asked me, concern and general empathy filling their voice.

I nodded. "Yeah… without that half of the process, my body had to make up for it by sapping my stamina and making me tired constantly… of course, a tired body gets easily sick…" I trailed off in a grimace. That wasn't a fun time. Being super sick almost all the time while your body got your magic levels up was terrible. Negative ten out of ten would NOT recommend.

Anyway, we soon reached the top. Specifically, the top with the exit of the Underground. "Wait here you two," I said to Ikari and Frisk. "I don't know how it'll break when I do this, so I don't want you too close."

With that I walked into the cave with the barrier. I could see the barrier, large and white and crackling with power. I grabbed the hem of my sweater and the shirt underneath, taking both off and leaving them on the ground.

My absorption worked better with more skin contact… though I wasn't about to get completely nude for this. I wasn't… exactly comfy looking at my less fit form. I used to be older and actually fit dammit! Fighting for years did that to people… though it was more sportsmany fighting most of the time.

That totally didn't have anything to do with the fact that I just had more than pretty much everyone. Power wise anyway. Whole, seven in one… rambling now.

Anyway, let's… do this. I looked down at where my left forearm and hand should have been. I gathered my magic, and a white forearm slowly formed.

The only difference was color and number of digits on my magic hand. I reached into myself, calling upon the seven sources of power I had.

It wasn't enough for a full manifestation. Instead, a red arm overlayed my white. A orange, a light blue, a purple, a dark blue, a yellow, and a green formed. They were bottom right, bottom left, middle right, middle left, upper right and upper left respectively.

My arms grabbed onto the barrier, and I pulled. My magic shot out as I pulled, dragging the barrier into me. This hurt.

The pure energy of the barrier coming into me… it was almost more than I could handle. The energy burned into my body as it went, veins of energy burning themself up my arm and towards my chest.

I watched as my shoulder, upper left chest and presumably back was marred with scars. Yet, all this pain… was barely anything to me.

Giving a grunt, I pulled with all my magical might, absorbing the barrier in a bright flash. The force of the absorption sent me flying back, skidding up my back as I slid out if the cave.

This was all fine for one reason. A veritable wave of magic came from the mountain as it was freed. It was so much that my wounds healed without me needing to focus green to them, though the marks from the barrier stayed.

Another thing that happened was my arm felt… different. More… permanent. I looked at it, trying to will it away and found it… difficult, painful to do so, so I immediately stopped.

Guess… I have a hand again. "Heh… I have my hand, my arm back," I mumbled, shaking for just a few moments before I forced myself to calm.

Now wasn't the time to lose control. "Are you okay?!" Frisk asked, running over with Ikari from around a corner.

They grabbed my uninjured shoulder, looking over my body for any further injuries. This worry… surprised me. Due to my healing capabilities, the people back where I came from kind of… stopped worrying about physical injuries that I got.

Frisk held me, wrapping my arm around their shoulder. Even though I didn't need it, the caring gesture was… nice. Together we went inwards, Ikari our guard. We only paused so I could re-robe, letting my sweater fall a little to the left without revealing my marked shoulder to hide my hand.

"So, um… do you think the monsters will like me?" I asked the Frisk as we entered the Underground.

AN:I'm honestly just making stories to have them out there honestly, as preserved as possible. Hopefully I'll continue my incomplete ones, the few I've done solo