Summary: After another completion of the genocide route, a haunted Frisk and bloodthristy Chara reset the Underground to repeat the cycle. One seeks friendship and redemption, the other ruin and destruction. Unfortunately for Frisk, nothing seems to have changed… or has it? A new face just might prove otherwise.

Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Undertale, or any of their characters. I do, however, own the idea of this plot and any new characters introduced in this story.

AN: I've realized I've forgotten to write down Alexia's age in the last chapter. For anyone who is curious as to how old she is, she is 16 years old.

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Chapter 2: This Isn't Real

Alexia moaned. Her whole body was aching as if some kind of truck had slammed into her. Resting her hand over her forehead she groaned. "What the heck hit me?"

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, blinking to adjust to the dim light of the room. It took her a few minutes of staring at an unfamiliar ceiling to realize she wasn't in her room. She bolted upward. Panic and fear consumed her as she examined the room. Where was she? Had she been kidnapped?

No… saved, perhaps? She remembered being chased by this crazy kid with a knife. Maybe someone saw her and came to her rescue! The thought gave her hope.

She looked down to examine her body. It wasn't the lack of wounds or open sores that caused her eyes to widen, but the fact that she wasn't wearing her own clothes. She was wearing a long, white nightdress. It was extremely big over her tiny body.

Her face went beat red. Someone had the nerve to undress her?!

"I see you're awake finally."

Having been adsorbed in feeling violated and embarrassed, she hadn't even heard the door open. She shot her head up, ready to bite off the head of the person who dared to undress her. Instead, however, her jaw dropped open and no words came out.

What she was staring at definitely wasn't human. It looked like some kind of humanoid goat monster. It was offering her a small, worried smile. Despite her bewilderment, she noted that the humanoid goat monster was wearing something akin to what she found herself in. However, it was purple and white, opposed to entirely white like the nightdress. There was also this strange design on the front of their dress.

"I hope you don't mind," she smiled sheepishly, "but your clothes were so dirty when I found you! I tried waking you, but you wouldn't stir. From the looks of it, you had a rather rough time with something."

I think I'm having a rather rough time right now trying to process what's in front of me.

The humanoid goat approached her and Alexia felt herself instinctively inch away. She visibly flinched when the creature leaned down to place a pile of neatly folded clothing at the edge of the bed. The monster noticed this and a small flash of pain appeared on her face. "I can assure you that I'm not going to harm you."

Alexia looked towards the pile of clothing that the monster had placed. She immediately recognized it to be her clothing. "U-uh… thanks," she finally stuttered out.

Sensing the uneasiness of the girl, the monster introduced herself. "My name is Toriel. What is yours?"

"My name… is… uh… " She bit her tongue. She had no idea how to respond. Well, she did, but her mother's lectures about never giving any information about herself to strangers were warning her not to say anything. But they were based on human strangers, what about monsters?

That sounds utterly ridiculous, she thought.

She smiled weakly towards the friendly monster. "I-it's nice to m-meet you, T-toriel. M-my name is...Alexia." Swallowing her nerves, she pathetically attempted to ease herself. There were no such things as monsters. No way, no how. They were only in fairy tales, after all. She had to be dreaming, which meant one of two things: she was either unconscious somewhere in the woods after her fright, or she was still asleep beneath the giant oak tree.

...Right?

Toriel's smile brightened. "Alexia, huh? That's a very beautiful name."

"T-thank you," Alexia replied.

The monster turned to leave, sending one last smile to the girl. "I will be in the living room if you should need me." With that, she left.

Alexia just sat there. Her mind felt rather numb. What the heck just happened?! She was just talking to a humanized goat, for crying out loud! She knew her imagination could be wild, but this was totally out of whack. It had to be her imagination. She had to be dreaming. There was just no way that would happen in reality.

Yeah… this wasn't reality. This was one of her crazy dreams.

That seemed to have calmed her. But only a little.

She took her time to put her clothes back on. Her mind was racing with possibilities of what would happen next. Would her dreams take a dark turn, or would she be granted a peaceful sleep? This dream had started out rather different from the others. It started out with fright, if that was even apart of her dream, and then relaxed to a somewhat peaceful pace.

Slipping on her boots, she sighed. It felt like ten minutes passed, but nothing was happening. Was this one of those dreams where you had to push forward for something to happen? Gosh, she hated those. Drawing on her courage, she forced herself to her feet. If this was really a dream, then nothing could hurt her.

With one last breath, she exited the room.

Alexia took the time to explore the end of the house she was in. Her racing heart was beginning to calm down. Instead, it was being replaced with suspicion. Why hadn't the dream changed? She'd read enough books and seen enough movies to know that dreams like this changed by now. Like possessed dolls with their frightening child-like laughter and fast moving shadows were two examples she was expecting…

As she approached the living room, she could hear voices.

"But Toriel…!"

"No! Now please, stop asking. How about we read this book on snails instead? 72 uses!"

Peeking through the entryway of the living room, she spied on Toriel. She was sitting in a lounge chair with a book folded on her lap. To her surprise there was a young child standing in front of her. The boy looked no older than ten years old. He wore a blue sweater with two purple stripes and a pair of jeans. His brown hair was cut to shoulder length.

Well, she thought, her heart beginning to beat erratically again, if the dream is gonna change, this would be the time… Moving out into full view, she asked, "What's going on here?"

The boy stopped his begging and spun around, surprise written all over his face. Alexia smiled weakly and waved.

"H-hi..." he said.

"Hi there," she replied, entering the living room. "Is everything okay here?"

"I want to go home," he said bluntly.

Toriel sighed and rubbed her temples as if she had gotten a headache from the child's begging. "Please, Frisk, understand that you mustn't. It's far too dangerous for you."

"But-"

"No buts," Toriel said firmly.

The teenage girl raised an eyebrow. "Why can't he go home? I'm sure it can't be that dangerous outside."

Toriel sighed, lowering her head. "The Underground is a dangerous place for humans. Please believe me when I say you're better off here."

"But it's not right to keep him here," she argued. She was puzzled by the monster's proclamation. The Underground? Dangerous for humans? "His parents could be looking for him."

The humanoid goat looked frustrated when she got to her feet. "Please," she begged. "I'm trying to protect you. Both of you."

Alexia wasn't convinced. She folded her arms across her chest. The fairly young teenager was curious as to why Toriel was being so apprehensive about the child's decision to leave. From the sounds of it, she wasn't going to let Alexia leave either. With barely any information about this Underground, Alexia couldn't understand how it was dangerous. And, she thought, what was the emphasis on it being dangerous for humans?

"Okay, fine," she relented. "Then can you answer my other questions? Like what the Underground is? And maybe why it's so dangerous for," she quoted her next word with her fingers, "humans?"

She received a side glance from Toriel. From what she could gather, it looked like Toriel was debating whether or not she should say anything. She noticed that the goat-like creature's shoulders tensed slightly before she let out a defeated sigh.

"The Underground is a home for us monsters. There are no humans here, and any who do come usually don't make it back home. You see, there are some monsters that hold a grudge against the humans, for they were the ones who sealed us down here," Toriel paused, her eyes looking distant as if she was recalling something from the past. "There is an old tale that says if a monster adsorbs the soul of a human, they will gain unimaginable power. As a result, there are those who seek this power. Some hope to use to it to reach the Surface."

Before anymore question could be asked, Toriel left the room. She mumbled something about destroying a doorway before descending down a flight of stairs. Alexia had her eyes trained on her the whole time, still processing the information.

Her head was beginning to throb. This entire story sounded so out of whack that she wanted nothing more than to wake up and return home. Her father was probably going throughout the entire house looking for her to remind her to do her chores.

She felt a small tug of her skirt and looked down to see the little boy. His eyes looked like they were closed, but she could see there was a small opening to reveal his brown eyes. She could see the desire to go home in his eyes, the determination to continue through the Underground despite Toriel's warnings. "Can you help me return home?" he asked, his voice quiet.

Her lips curved upward and before she could stop herself, she nodded. "Of course I'll help you return home."

She scolded herself inwardly. How was she going to help him get home with an over protective monster blocking their way? And, if by some miracle they got past her, how would they survive the Underground? If it was as dangerous as Toriel would have them believe, then Alexia would be in big trouble. She had no fighting experience!

His eyes lit up considerably as his grip on her skirt tightened. "Really?"

Well, it was too late now. She would have to help him go home. Maybe she'd wake up during the journey and return to her own home. After all, none of this was real. Not the kid, not the monster, and certainly not this story. For the second time that day, she convinced herself to go along with the dreams whims.

She grabbed his tiny hand, almost letting go the minute her blood ran cold with fright. Alexia resisted the urge to shiver. There was so much hatred pouring off this kid.

It was hard to believe with his big smile as they traveled down the stairway. He didn't look menacing at all. But that still didn't stop the fear that gripped hold of Alexia. A little part of her was beginning to panic. His hand, his grip… they both felt real. The little voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her to get away from the kid, that this was no dream and her life was in serious danger. But, against her better judgment, she ignored it.

Toriel was standing in the middle of the hallway when they caught up with her. She looked thoughtful about something. Her head tilting a little towards them told Alexia that she'd heard their footsteps.

When she turned to face them, Alexia could see the pain written on her face. It was likely that Toriel knew what she was doing was bad, but there was something keeping her from giving into their pleas. Even though she had given her an idea of why she was holding back on them, Alexia still couldn't help but wonder. Was it really that bad?

"Rather persistent, aren't you?" Toriel muttered. "Don't you see that I'm just trying to protect you?"

"He wants to go home, Toriel. As do I. It's wrong to keep us locked up here," Alexia argued.

"Why do you insist on this?" she let out a heavy sigh. "You'll be safer here. I promise you that much. Nothing will ever hurt you here."

Alexia frowned. "I appreciate your concern, but we still want to go home."

"This is your home now. Now, please, just go back to the house. I'll be back-"

"Toriel, we're not joking! We want to go home!"

"And I'm not joking either!" the female goat monster yelled, stopping in front of a large door. "I've had enough of watching the children who fall here go to their death. It tears me up knowing that I could have saved them if they stayed here! They all promised they would be fine, but I know they never made it through the Underground!"

Alexia was at her breaking point. How was Toriel so sure that the previous children hadn't ever made it home? "And how are you so sure of that?"

"Because… Asgore… he won't allow any human to leave the Underground. It's the same fate for you two if you leave, and I simply cannot allow that."

"Whose to say this guy named Asgore will kill us?" Alexia challenged with a huff. The humanoid goat gave her a sideways glance.

"I made a promise to this little boy to help him get home," she smiled down at the boy who held onto her hand. He smiled back thankfully. "And I intend to keep that promise. Nobody, not even some monster named Asgore, will stop me."

Toriel responded with nothing. Instead, she stood there and stared at the doorway. The little boy, Frisk, took a step forward. "Please Toriel..."

"If you're that determined to leave," she murmured, turning to them. "Then your determination might just be enough to protect you two. However, that alone still might not protect all of us."

Alexia was puzzled. What did she mean by that?

"So, this is your final decision? To leave?" Toriel asked the two.

The young humans both nodded. Toriel frowned and lowered her head. She let out another sigh. Looking back up, her eyes were narrowed. "I see. If that's the case, then show me. Prove to me you two have the power to make it through the Underground alive."

Suddenly the room lost its color, turning to black and white. Hearts appeared in front of Frisk and Alexia, much to her confusion. The heart in front of Frisk was red while Alexia's was a pink color. As small fireballs circled around Toriel, Alexia's mind scrambled to understand what was going on.

What the hell is going on here?!