Very few people tended to think past the immediate. The month, the week, the day, the hour; when one was fighting for their life, or the lives of their loved ones, very few people thought past the immediacy to see the long-term. Even after working at something for the equivalent of seven years, Frisk was someone who had similarly failed to think past the 'immediate' goal of giving Asriel a new soul, of giving him a life outside of the underground, and a life outside of being an emotionless flower. So when she'd finally stepped onto that cliff for the last time, staring at the sunset even as the emotional Pwqa family behind her spoke of what had happened, of the hows and whys, she'd been overwhelmed once more. Overwhelmed with the realization that now, finally, they had the opportunity to see what would come next, and overwhelmed with all the possibilities.
She didn't know how long she'd stood there, her mind spinning with options and choices, before that soft hand settled on her shoulder again. She'd jumped, forgetting in the flurry of thoughts that she wasn't alone, and turned those signature narrowed eyes on Asriel, who was staring past her at the sun. "The last time I saw this sky," he said softly, his tone distant as he lost himself in memories, "I had Chara in my arms. We had- We had a plan to free the Monsters... Just one soul to pass the gate, then six more to break it forever. One life given willingly, and six from the things that had imprisoned us, and our people would finally have real hope again." He turned sad eyes on her now, the discs of icy blue seeming too big. "But I couldn't do it then... I couldn't."
"You did it in the end, though," she said after it was clear he wasn't going to keep talking. She smiled, her arm going around his shoulders and pulling him against her side. "You were the angel that freed your people, Asriel," she said with a soft laugh. "I'm just the fallen angel that got you there. C'mon," she added, turning to look at the two adults who were watching them as though they were actual angels. Maybe they were; Asriel had certainly been dead already, and as for Frisk... Well, she'd been dead way, way too many times. "Asgore," she called, making the taller Pwqa jump. "You were going to ask me something...?"
The goat looked confused for several seconds before his expression cleared, nodding a little. "Ah, y-yes... I, uh, I was going to ask if you would become the ambassador to humanity for us... After all, you're human, and-"
Frisk raised her hand, silencing the king of the Underground with a gentle smile. "I understand, I really do." She paused, turning her gaze almost invisibly to Toriel. "Mom? Do you think I should?"
Toriel blinked, gazing at the two children for several seconds. When she spoke, however, her voice held no hesitation. "I think, my child, that if it is what you want to do, then you would be the best person to do it." She smiled that gentle smile of hers.
Frisk breathed a soft sigh, her eyes actually closing for several seconds. Then she nodded, and when her eyes opened, they didn't open to the slits that they had been in since her fall into the Underground. They opened fully, revealing warm, deep butterscotch-colored hues. "I'll be your Ambassador, if you think I'm good enough," she said with a little smile, looking between the three. "Just so long as you all help me. I couldn't have done any of this alone, so I know I can't do this alone."
She felt Asriel's arm go around her shoulder, hugging her against his side, even as Toriel and Asgore smiled, their smiles stretching almost impossibly wide. They were realizing that suddenly, they had their family back. Maybe not the same people; Frisk certainly wasn't Chara, and though she'd tried a time or two, she couldn't manage Chara's 'creepy look.' But a family, at least, a family that had been broken apart. Maybe, with time, Toriel would find it in her heart to forgive Asgore. Then, suddenly, Asriel had her hand wrapped in his and was pulling her along. "C'mon, Frisk!" He exclaimed with a laugh. "We can't let Papyrus meet the humans first!"
She laughed as she followed along, the two adults following behind at a walk.
It took almost six months for the Monsters to move out of the Underground. They were a hard six months, with everyone pitching in to build a little town on the slopes of Mount Ebott. That town had grown with astonishing speed; wires leading from the Underground ensured that this new home of the Monsters would have power, and by the time the last month had ended, the town had grown to a small city.
Toriel was the ruler of the Monsters now, and had even named the monster's new home: The city of Hope, the new capital of the Nation of Monsters. But while she spent some time as ruler, more often she was overseeing the construction and furnishing of Hope's school. Asgore helped her when he could, standing next to her as close as she'd allow and doing all he could to make things easier on them both. Once the school had been built, he'd become the gardener, and as though the skeleton had proven prophetic (or otherwise, simply very, very tenacious), he had cut several bushes into the shape of Papyrus's head right near the entrance.
As she walked past one of those bushes, Frisk reached out and brushed her fingers across the leaves with a smile. Papyrus had become the leader of the Royal Guard after Undyne retired, and by all accounts he'd been doing well. Though, without any real threats to Asgore or Toriel, it really only meant that he'd been thinking up puzzles for children to work through, keeping the youth of the Monsters from becoming restless. Sans had been his usual self, taking on a number of jobs only to spend much of his time slacking off.
Frisk looked up as she passed the bush, hearing the familiar patter of running feet behind her. She turned, her arm stretching out just in time to catch MK's yellow form as he tripped over his own feet, falling headlong against her arm. She let out a yelp of surprise, the sudden weight almost taking her to the ground with him, but she managed to retain her footing, and she steadied him onto his own feet.
"Yo, thanks!" He exclaimed, as excitable as ever, bouncing a bit in place. "Yo, are you ready for our first day of school on the surface?! I can't believe we got such a long break!" He stopped, immediately switching onto a new train of thought. "Oh, hey, did you hear?! I hear that the queen's going to be one of our teachers! Can you believe it?"
Frisk laughed, patting his back carefully. "It's true," she said before motioning towards the front door to the school. There, Toriel stood next to the door, that gentle smile of hers on her face as she greeted the children entering the school. When she spotted Frisk and MK, she waved to them. "She's always wanted to be a teacher," Frisk confided in him, giggling softly. "Now she finally gets to do what she has always wanted."
"Yo, that's so cool! C'mon, let's go! I hear Papyrus is going to show up later!" And he was off, racing past Toriel and into the school beyond. Laughing to herself at his excitement, Frisk made her way over to Toriel, her arms going around the older woman's waist.
"Hello, my child," she greeted Frisk, getting down on one knee to give Frisk a big, proper hug. "Are you ready for your first day?" She asked, pulling back after a moment to look at Frisk with some concern. "I remember you told me you hadn't been to school often. If you need any help..."
"I'll ask," Frisk assured her goat mother, leaning in to kiss her furry cheek. "Don't worry; I learned a lot while I was underground. I think I can keep up with everyone." She smiled and took a step back, looking Toriel over a bit more closely. She was still dressed in her royal robes, but she actually wore a crown now, and a digital watch sat on her left wrist. She looked... Appropriate, somehow, especially with the smudge of flour near her left hip.
She looked down at herself this time, dressed in clothing that actually fit her, compared to the clothing she'd worn when she'd fallen into the underground; she wore boots, courtesy of Undyne of course, with a pair of shorts over a pair of thick tights to keep her warm in the chill mountain air. She had a shirt modeled after the sweater she'd worn in the underground, baby blue with violet stripes around the torso and the arms. And over it, she wore the jacket she'd been given by Sans, the darker blue so reminiscent of the blue jacket that Sans had worn. The jacket she'd grown very familiar with over the course of their cooperation.
"You look fine, my child," Toriel said gently, leaning in to kiss Frisk's brow with a smile. "Now go inside, would you? It's only ten minutes before school starts." Nodding, Frisk bid her mother farewell and made her way inside.
She'd helped design the building, so she knew where everything was pretty much off the top of her head; it had been built quickly, but even quickly meant months of helping on the same layout, of walking the halls. She didn't need to follow the helpful signs that had been put up; her feet carried her through the hallways almost instinctively while her mind rolled across other thoughts.
Mom had actually asked about how Frisk had Saved Asriel, once. At the time, she hadn't known how to respond to Toriel's question, so she'd just shrugged and said "I was determined." But she knew the truth, at least part of it; it had taken years, after all. Sans had been the one to hit upon the idea of using the Gaster Blaster; the way he described it, it was a weapon designed by someone named Gaster that struck the soul, rather than the body.
If it hit the soul, he wondered, did that mean it could break pieces off the soul without breaking the soul as a whole? Like a glancing blow chipping pieces off of a large stone, could they direct the Blaster shot in just such a way to chip a little piece of the soul off? But that idea, at least at first, had proven unusable; Monster souls had too little Determination to remain after being chipped from the whole.
It was Frisk who first tried taking a piece of a soul into their own body, nourishing it with her own Determination. But even that failed at first; her soul simply absorbed the piece into itself, and after the reset it was returned to its actual owner. So that was a bust; it took so many resets before the idea occurred to Frisk. She remembered that conversation, clearly.
"What if we chipped a piece of my soul off, first? Could we do that and keep it in me without the two combining?"
Sans had looked startled, and immediately suggested bringing Alphys in on things. It had taken some tries, but when she finally put her mind to the task, she'd found a way.
"You have way more Determination than any of the other humans," she'd said. "So even without a big piece of your soul, I think you could live just like normal... Just, without these 'resets' you've told me about. But we shouldn't need a big piece to sustain the other pieces. The problem is keeping your soul from recombining if they're both in you... I don't think we could do it for long. Maybe..."
It had taken two more resets after that, with Sans saving all their research through some method at his home, before Alphys had come up with some kind of injection. "This will keep your body from absorbing the other soul, but it won't last long. Maybe only a week, with a couple days extra at the end."
"What about the other souls, though?" She'd asked, distraught. "We need a full soul for him. If we can't..."
"We have containers that can hold souls," Sans had said, sitting nearby. "I can hold onto them between Resets. Really, there's only two problems. The first is the amount of power needed; if you don't want them falling apart once they're in petal-boy, you'll need more than just a little piece of your own soul. The soul will have to be almost half human to hold all the other little pieces together and give 'em a chance to become one big soul."
"The human Souls," Frisk said abruptly, eyes widening.
Sans nodded. "We'll see. The other problem is you, Frisk. If we break a piece of your soul off, you're going to have a big, big weak point. If anything hits that, you'll shatter and reset to your last save point. Heh, you'd be like me: only good for one hit."
Frisk had shrugged. "Then I'll ask the other souls if they can help." And so they'd gone, chipping that first piece off of Frisk's soul, and tucking it into a jar-like container, and quickly joining it with a little piece from Alphys's soul, as well. Then, over the course of ten resets, Sans and Frisk had gathered pieces from every Monster in the underground, little shards and chips that slowly formed half of the soul, all sustained by Frisk's Determination.
They'd only gotten to the Human souls in the last Reset, and Frisk had been shocked at how readily they seemed to agree. She'd seen them act with the kind of selflessness she'd come to associate with the humans who'd once been their bodies, but she hadn't expected near immediate acceptance. The addition of those pieces to the soul in the Jar was all it took; the seven pieces of the Human souls fused together into a beautiful rainbow of light, the light seeping out of the spaces between the other chips and acting like a kind of mortar.
They'd also offered up tiny pieces of themselves to Frisk, though she'd refused to ask; as the reset hit, she'd known that they would be with her from now on. For now, they acted the same way as they did in Asriel's soul, holding everything together but not really combining it. It would take time, or one heck of a lot of energy, to forge them together.
She knew her own soul would reforge during her last battle with Asriel; that final attack he launched at her was more than enough to do the work. But she couldn't risk his soul; there was no guarantee that the mixture of human and Monster souls would hold together the way a mixture of purely human souls would. She couldn't risk forging it the same way. So she would hold onto it until the very last moment. She'd watched as Sans injected whatever Alphys had made into her arm, and had cradled Asriel's new soul between her hands, pushing it gently into her chest where it would be safe. It had felt so warm, buzzing with energy.
Everything had gone so smoothly at the end that, during the first couple of weeks, both she and Sans had been expecting something to go wrong. A forced reset by some outside power, or perhaps some calamity. But weeks became months, and nothing had gone wrong.
And now she stood at the doorway to her classroom, staring at it without stepping through. She felt so many emotions bubbling in her chest, the other souls who were now small parts of her. The light blue of Patience, telling her that she need not be in a hurry, that things would shake out if she took her time. The orange of Bravery, telling her that even though this world was so new and strange to her, it had faith that she would face it with a smile. Then came Dark Blue, Integrity, that told her that no matter the challenge, she wouldn't go against who she was.
Yellow, Justice, told her that she would be fair, and that she would never settle for revenge, which had never solved anything. Purple, Perseverance, told her that she wouldn't give up just because things got hard, and green Kindness said she would always keep a soft spot in her heart, that she would find love without finding LOVE.
All of those colors, the colors of the rainbow that had burst from Asriel during their final battle, the colors of his soul, all blended within her. Their voices were whispers, soft and encouraging, but within her soul they all formed one color. One color made of all the others, one color that shone so clearly from her. The scarlet of Determination, a color she shared with Chara, that very first human to fall. A color that she felt she would probably share with Asriel, too, who had been the subject of Alphys's Determination injections.
Determination filled her now, a determination to move forward, to reach for a better future. Butterscotch hues slid open, locking on the door before her. She almost felt the hands of the other humans on her back, urging her forward with strong voices and encouraging words. Taking a long breath, she stepped forward and reached up, pushing the door open and striding into the classroom beyond.
It was a year after the Monsters had emerged. Things had been so hectic, but they were finally starting to settle out. It was just after the last bell for school, and everyone was chattering excitedly. They were talking about what other new things they would do in the Human World, everything from walking in an above-ground forest to eating at a human chain restaurant. Frisk smiled to herself as the left, hefting her backpack onto her shoulder. It was a wonderful day out, she thought as she looked outside. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the flowers were blooming. For her part, she thought she was going to go outside, find a sunny patch, and just lay down.
She looked up as one of the few humans to transfer into the school lately stepped in, looking distinctly uncomfortable. She blinked, taking in his appearance; he looked about her age, and was dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans, tennis shoes and a slender little backpack. He had short-cut black hair, and when he met her eyes, his own were a startling blue color. "H-hey... You're, uh... Frisk, right? Like... Frisk D-Dreemurr?"
Frisk blinked slowly again, flicking through the many reactions she could have had. "That's me," she said at length, deciding against pointing out that she had never been officially 'adopted' by Toriel, so technically she didn't have that last name. It's what everyone was coming to know her as, and she had spent enough time trying to stem the tide without any effect. May as well give in to the inevitable; besides, her parents hadn't left her with anything else. Why should she keep their name? "Do you need something?" She asked, smiling soothingly.
The boy managed a little smile, then looked around before stepping inside and closing the door. "Uh, well, it's just... I moved here a couple weeks ago, and..." he stopped, fidgeting in place while he tried to think of how he was going to phrase what he wanted to say. "M-my parents.. Um, they said that you must have been some kind of monster yourself if you let the Monsters out of the underground, back when it first happened, but... I've been wondering what kind of person you really are... You know?"
Frisk blinked, then smiled a little. "You're not in my class," she said, glancing around at the empty classroom, "So I guess you don't get to see me as much as some others..." She paused, thoughtful. "Why don't you start eating with me and my friends?" She suggested after a minute, smiling a warm smile. "That way you can find out what I'm like yourself, instead of taking my word for it?"
"U-uh, but..." His words stumbled to silence, clearly startled by the suggestion. Then his cheeks turned scarlet. "B-but you're a... You know, a girl..."
Frisk laughed softly, reaching out to pat his shoulder as she slipped past him. "I bet I'm also faster than you," she said, her tone a light challenge to the boy. "Don't worry, you won't be the only boy. Almost half my friends are boys; you'll have plenty of other boys to play with, too." Smiling, she stepped out the door, adjusting the straps of her backpack before making her way outside. As she emerged into the sunlight, she realized rather abruptly exactly where it was she wanted to go.
She turned her feet onto the path, made sure her backpack was settled properly, and took off at a sprint; in the year since they'd emerged from the Underground, she'd let her hair grow out, and it now reached almost to between her shoulder blades. And now that she was running, her hair streamed out behind her, the wind on the side of the mountain rather stronger than lower down. She didn't mind the chill of the air, or the bite of the wind; it all reminded her she was alive. Only the slight unevenness of the ground put her off, and that only slightly. She was very, very good at running.
When she slid to a stop at last, it was at the front door of a two-story home. Two mailboxes sat on a single pole, one entirely empty, while the other boasted several letters peeking out of its mail slot. Rolling her eyes, Frisk stepped over to the full box and pulled it open, collecting the some forty letters inside, all addressed to one person. Tucking them carefully in her arms, she closed the box and walked up to the door, using her elbow to push the button.
It actually only took thirty seconds for the door to fly open, and almost immediately, a tall, gangly skeleton wrapped his arms around her and hefted her into the air in a ginormous hug. "Nyeh-heh-heh!" he laughed, setting her down inside the living room and closing the door behind them. "Frisk! I was just telling Sans we should check on you! You haven't been by in a few days, so I was getting worried. Wait here, and I, the great Papyrus, shall make you some spaghetti!"
Frisk managed to keep the momentary terror off her face as Papyrus rushed into the kitchen, turning big butterscotch eyes on the other person in the room. Sans had changed very, very little since they'd come up from the Underground, and that was primarily in the change of his slippers from old pink slippers to new pink slippers. Otherwise, he looked remarkably unchanged by his time on the surface. He sat up as Frisk walked up, dropping the bundle of letters on the table in front of him and settling her hands on her hips. "Oh, hey kiddo," he said with his signature grin. "Haven't seen you for a few days. Thought you were just bone-weary of visiting."
Frisk stared at him for several seconds, then picked up one of the letters and sent it spinning at him. He blocked it with a laugh, then lowered his arm to say something. Grabbing her opportunity, she sent another spinning at him, watching it hit him square between the eyes. "That's for the bad pun," She said, sticking her tongue out at him. When gravity stopped holding onto her, however, she let out a wail of dismay and went airborne. "Sans!"
"What?" He asked innocently, his left eye glowing cerulean as he lifted her, wrapped in a layer of that blue energy of his. "I just thought you wanted to hang out. I didn't want to let you down."
Frisk groaned and shook her head, then folded her arms. "I wanted to ask you something," she said, her tone serious. Catching the tone, the skeleton settled her back onto her feet, then sat up and properly faced her, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees.
"What's up?" He asked, his expression about as serious as it got for the skeleton.
"Remember when we talked about what to do if Humans never accepted Monsters?" She asked, looking around before sighing and sitting on the table next to the letters. "What would happen if they tried forcing everyone back underground?"
"I remember," Sans said, frowning just a bit. "You're not sayin'-"
"No!" Frisk shook her head strongly, then sighed. "But... I realized something. Humans aren't monsters. Or... Well, humans aren't Monsters. All the monsters I've met have been naturally gentle at heart. Powerful, sometimes violent, but ultimately they were always doing what they did for the good of all monsters. But humans... I'll never not be a Human, but... So many humans are just so selfish and mean. They would rather die than give up. If I ever have to deal with people like them, just avoiding them won't be enough. What I did Underground won't be enough."
"You askin' me to train ya, kid?" He asked, eyeing her for several moments.
Frisk stared right back at him, her gaze unflinching. "I know you don't want to, but... I feel like you're the strongest of everyone. Only Asriel was stronger, and that because he had human souls." She smiled a little. "I just want you to teach me how to do what needs to be done. I don't ever want to kill anyone... But I think, maybe, you can teach me to see what has to be done, and teach me how to do it."
That's right, ask the comedian how to fight. Angel knows he's taught me a thing or two.
"Alright, kid," Sans said, eyesockets closing as he let out a long sigh, missing the moment of shocked confusion on Frisk's face. "I'll show ya what I know. But only if you can get Undyne to train ya, too. She can teach ya how to fight a normal person. I'll teach ya how to fight the people she can't beat."
He opened his eyes a few moments later, and by then her confusion had shifted from the murmer of someone's voice to the fact of what he was saying. "W-wait, Undyne?" She asked, remembering quite well the stories Papyrus had told about his training with her. "Can I even survive something like that?"
Sans laughed, reaching out to poke her in the stomach. "What's wrong, shorty, worried that Undyne'll train the carp out of you? Don't worry, she only plays catfish and mouse sometimes." He paused, his horrible puns delivered. "And besides that, I think that humans have the potential to be a whole lot scarier than any Monster."
"I don't want to be scary," Frisk said with a frown, folding her arms across her stomach to ward off any more skeletal belly-boops. "I just want to be able to defeat the people I can't befriend." She sighed, eyes closing as she contemplated the offer. She'd gone to Sans because of several reasons. For one, she knew he was strong. He was super, incredibly strong, though she wasn't sure how she knew that. For another, he'd always been... restrained. He played the goof and oddball, but during her interactions with him during the resets, he'd proven to be far more intelligent and capable than he seemed.
He'd proven he'd help if he thought it best; if anyone were in a place to tell her she didn't need training, it'd be him. But for him to suggest not only training, but training under Undyne... "Do you really think it's dangerous enough out here that I need to learn from both of you?" She asked, watching him curiously.
He didn't do what he normally did when evading a question; didn't lock his smile in place, didn't wave a hand. He stared right back at her and nodded. "I could say a whole lot about how dangerous it is out here," he said, chuckling humorlessly. "But you already know a lot of that, don't ya, kid? So I won't waste your time. I know how you get when you're Determined; how long did we spend tryin' to get Goat Boy a soul? You'd wear me down one way or another. But I think the kind of thing Undyne can teach you's the kind of thing you'll need more often. She'll give ya more HP, more stamina, and probably even more of that agility you've got goin' for you. Probably even stack up your magic reserves; you ain't all magic like us Monsters, but that means you can run yourself dry without dustin' yourself. Then you can use what you gain from her with what you learn from me. But it'll hurt, sweetheart. Learnin' from me will hurt a lot."
"So does dying," Frisk said after a pause. "I'd rather avoid dying if I can." She breathed a sigh, then smiled at the skeleton. "Alright, fine. I'll talk to Undyne."
"Then I'll start trainin' you a few weeks after she does," Sans said, letting out a breath. How did they do that? "Guess we can stick with the easiest bit first; I'll show ya how to take a shortcut."
"There are no shortcuts in training, dear brother!" Came an exclamation that made both Frisk and her skeletal friend leap into the air, Frisk turning to look behind her as Papyrus stepped out of the kitchen, wearing an apron and chef's hat over his 'battle body.' "Frisk, worry not! With the help of I, the Great Papyrus, you will come to be the strongest warrior the Royal Guard has ever seen!"
"Uh, Paps," Sans said, raising a hand. "She's gonna be trained by Undyne, y'know? So-"
"But Undyne has retired!" Papyrus declared, folding his arms. "The only way she can train a fighter is through permission of the Royal Guard! Thus I, the Great Papyrus, will go speak with Undyne now to convince her to come out of retirement, temporarily, to train Frisk! With my help, of course. Frisk, I am afraid you will have to wait some time longer for that spaghetti! I am sorry, but this takes precedence! Nyeh-heh-heh-heh!" Turning, the tall skeleton strode out of the house without so much as removing his apron, leaving Frisk standing next to Sans's couch in bemused silence.
"Did-" Frisk started, before cutting herself off and frowning. "Did Papyrus just make himself my trainer?" She finally finished, turning a confused look to the shorter skeleton.
"I think he did," Sans said with a bemused smile. "Better get goin', kid; you can wait until tomorrow to start your trainin' with Undyne. It's getting late anyway; it'll be dark in a couple hours. Why don't ya enjoy what's left, huh? After all, it's a beautiful day. The birds are singin', the flowers are bloomin'... On days like this, kids like you should be playin' outside."
Frisk smiled, nodding a little. "I can't really claim to be a kid anymore," she said with a wry grin, "not after all those resets. But thanks, Sans." She paused, a thought occuring to her. "I know what I'll do. Mom healed me, the first few times I reset, and that very first time. Before I knew to avoid Flowey, and before I was good enough to get to her home without being hit. Maybe she can teach me how to use healing magic?"
Sans laughed, his smile widening. How did Skeletons get bigger smiles? "Leave it to you to hit on a good idea, kid. You 'n healing magic go together hand-in-hand. It's very you. Go on, then; Undyne can't say a thing if Queen Toriel's givin' you lessons."
Frisk smiled, then stepped up and wrapped her arms around Sans's neck. "Thanks, Sans," she said with a smile. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Maybe we can have something from Grillby's!" She turned, waving over her shoulder at Sans as she trotted out of the house. Once she was out, her smile faded, her expression dimming. Yeah, she thought. I'm glad he agreed... I hope Undyne agrees. I know exactly how cruel some humans can be... I'll need every trick I can dig up if I'm going to stay free. And stay me.
A/N: Ohh, a short first chapter! This is horrible, Cookie! I'm sorry, guys, I intended to at least double this length, but I wrote those last few lines, and realized that this was a gorgeous place to end things.
Okay, so, a few updates. As it turns out, my friend WILL be writing for this story. A Lost Cookie will be our cooperative profile, since we've already started the story on it and don't really want to delete it and start it on a new profile. So, what does this mean? Well, not a lot will change; we'll post as our schedules permit, and hopefully we'll manage about a chapter each week. Depending on timing, we may even be able to pop out a chapter each each week, which would be wonderful! As for you guys, the meaning is even simpler: you'll be getting more content in the same amount of time! If you want to direct a comment to a particular author, just direct your comment either to Cookie, myself, or to to Whisperfen, my fellow writer. We should sign off at the end of each chapter as the one who wrote it, so there won't be much reason to be uncertain.
So, I think that's that! I'm really looking forward to walking the road this fanfic will take us down with you guys. I hope Chapter One was worth the wait! I don't know when Whisperfen will have his chapter up, but unless the world explodes, you guys can expect me in about a week with the next installation in Frisk's personal walk. I'll be trying to put a greater emphasis on her day-to-day routine from here on in, but as I've been told, I do day-to-day badly and action well. I hope you'll forgive me my inadequacy in the slice-of-life department, but it's my hope to turn that around during the course of writing this.
And this is getting long. I'll leave it here! See you all in my next chapter! Take care, be safe, and most of all, Stay Determined!
~Cookie