Angel with a Shotgun
An Underpray/Undertale fan novel by:
Willa Fate Field
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Sans?
Yes, sweetheart?
I will free you. I promise.
Ah, you know I hate promises…
I know, but I promise.
Just don't fade, alright?
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Prologue:
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Once, monsters and humans lived together in harmony. They were brothers living in a beautiful evergreen and fertile land with fresh water. And their hearts glowed with happiness as they were thankful to their king and queen for this peaceful life.
But, sadly, not all monsters wanted to keep this peace. Those dark souls lived in the land dubbed the Danger Zone. The Danger Zone housed many dangerous plants to humans, leading those poor souls to a very dark end. Children were mostly led into the treacherous land, to the dismay of many people and monsters.
Why must it be their children, they wondered in horror, what did the evil monsters had planned?
At first, the humans would give the whole monsters' kind the benefit of the doubt. Because, surely, their brothers weren't behind this evil; it is just a sole twisted soul. However, one day, the monsters' royalty came to the human leaders and stated:
"We are saddened to say that the Monsters are separated. There are two halves of Monsters; we are against the beliefs of the killers. We will work with you to protect the innocents."
They had spent hours upon hours trying to find a way to keep the peace between the Outsiders and the Insiders, but sadly, there was only one agreement between the leaders. They would send one Dancer every ten years with the skills to keep the seal around the Danger Zone.
But, soon, the monsters realized that humans could become as monstrous as the ones who killed all those innocents for power and control, if they were fearful enough and if their children were in danger.
The kind monster queen saw that when she found out who the Dancers would be. When she found out the truth behind the Dancers:
Dancers are children around the age of six or seven that were gathered and raised in a lab to be trained and experimented on until they were called to strengthen the seal to keep the humans safe from the monsters.
Rumors were blowing in the wind, fearful and horrified, that Dancers were given the ability to change forms; from a normal-looking human child to a terrible beast. No one knows if these rumors are true, but it acts as a folk tale to teach the other children to behave or they too would bore the responsibility and would never be normal again.
By now, all the monsters were trapped behind the spell. The betrayal was just days after they, the monsters, vowed to help them to protect the humans. They didn't know why the peaceful monsters were being punished. However, some theorized it was fear clouding their once kind hearts, twisting them into dark and ghastly monsters mirroring the ones that viewed humans as the monsters.
Which leads us to our true tale, following the eighth Dancer and her guards on her journey to the Altar. And on her trip, the seventeen-year-old female would decide to strengthen the hold around the monsters or to free them with her song.
This Dancer was formerly a princess. The beloved princess of the Monsters fondly dubbed 'little bird' by not only her loved ones but her subjects as she would gracefully run around innocently with her older brother or fond guards close behind. She was the sweetest soul, and anyone could have been melted by her smile, but soon that came to a sad end:
The bird was named Frisk Rose by her loving adoptive family, King Asgore and Queen Toriel, and again she was the sweetest thing anyone could ever meet. But, when Frisk turned three, she became just another number housed in a small cell when her family was trapped behind the line. Never to see their lovely bird again for ten years.
Soon, the young girl's memories of her family and dear guards faded, and she became Dancer 213, with no idea who she indeed was. She faced cruelty daily, either on the other children or towards her, with an unfaltering sense that the humans were hiding the truth. That the monsters weren't all evil as she was taught. The cruelty fueled that belief while the beautiful child grew into a gorgeous teenager.
And furthering her doubts, as night fell, she was teleported to an unknown past of a faceless girl; living in a time long before this cruel reality, who was surrounded by many monsters loving her as one of them. These dreams, or rather visions, made the bird wonder:
Should she follow her orders and strengthened the monsters' prison or use her forbidden voice to lift the seal?
As the years slowly inched closer to her turn, her heartbeat for the creatures cursed to live trapped. She soon vowed to herself she would uncover the truth and the truth behind the nightly visions. Because she felt as if the teen lived through this before.
It was like the sense of déjà vu, her life replaying on a giant loop. She would soon find out why.
There were a lot of things the young bird she didn't understand. Things that she forgot, more than her life as Frisk Rose. But for the moment, all she knew that she was Dancer 213, the girl with doubts of her captors' beliefs:
The night before she turned eighteen, the age the brunette would begin her journey as a Dancer, she laid her chin on her hugged knees as she stared at the bright moon through the barred window. She was too nervous to sleep, even though the scientists gave her something to sleep, so she let her assigned song flowed to the night sky and lulled herself to sleep:
Bring on the chilled rain
And we'll go back in time
Everything's the same
We've fallen into place
Why does this keep happening
Crashing down with the lightning
Smash my heart into pieces and sing
These moments fall apart
We've walked this path before
You've said your lines, now it's
Time to play my role once more
And we'll restart
The cycle again
And we'll restart
Breaking each other again.
As the young female faded into the visions once more, she was met with a skeletal male staring at her with a soothing smile as he held out a locket to her while the sense came over the little bird again before he whispered three familiar words over the howling winds. She knew those words….
But when has she heard them? She wondered, her hand reaching for the red gold locket absently as the words repeated slowly.
"Always for you."