So, I realize how small the first chapter was… I really designed it to get people used to my writing style, and dialogue. Anyway, this chapter is WAY longer, and has a possible boost in quality. (I dunno, you're the people that read it.) Enjoy this fresh new chapter.
Frisk didn't even have time to enjoy the fresh sunlight shining through the roof of Asgore's throne room. They just kept running through the various rooms, their eyes widened as they ran. They finally reached the gigantic elevator that lead to the Core. They pushed the button, and sat against one corner of the elevator, panting, while their eyes watered.
'I hope that I'm not too late…' 'He can't be gone, he just… can't!' 'Please, Asriel, don't leave yet…' Hoping and praying wouldn't do Frisk any good, if they didn't hurry as soon as the blasted elevator would just open. Frisk felt some gravity return to their body as the mechanical whirrs from the roof slowed. A slight ding sounded, and the doors opened. Frisk hauled themselves out of the door and into the Core. They had to get to the Ferryman, and fast. Only his (or her) boat was fast enough to get to Snowdin in time. Frisk's eyes started to water even more as they passed some core workers who were arguing about the Core's new arrangement, and how to get to the surface. Having a vague familiarity of the path through, Frisk ran as fast as their legs could carry them. They eventually came across a sign that read, "MTT Resort and Spa" They didn't know if it was their Determination, or just plain adrenaline, but Frisk wasn't getting tired as they ran past Burgerpants in his shop, down towards where the Ferryman/woman was located.
The Ferryman was sitting in their boat, looking across the waves. They looked over as Frisk ran towards them, blisteringly fast. Frisk didn't even say hello as they plopped themselves into the boat. "Tra-la-la. My, my, you are in a hurry, no? Say, aren't you the one who just destroyed the barrier?" Frisk panted hard, but, nonetheless, they grabbed 10g out of their bag, and held it out in front of them. They spoke, "Yes, and *pant* no. I need to go *pant* to Snowdin to see the person that did!" The top of the Ferryman's hood lifted, presumably, they were raising an eyebrow. "Oh, my! The Angel of the Underground is late protecting their boss? Well, I'd do anything for our Savior! Here, this trip will be on the house, and I'll make sure to go doubly-fast! Tra-la-la." Frisk stood up a bit taller, and hugged the Ferryman, "Oh, my god! Thank you!" The Ferryman nodded, "No thanks needed! On we go!" The boat started to propel itself magically. Frisk recoiled slightly, but the Ferryman stayed absolutely still. The entire trip that travelled across almost the entirety of the Underground felt only a couple of seconds long. Before Frisk knew it, the boat landed at a small patch of snow outside the village of Snowdin. Frisk stepped out, and graciously thanked the Ferryman. They responded by only nodding their head.
It was a chilly twenty degrees in Snowdin that day. Luckily, Frisk was pumping their legs again, gaining more speed by the second, their body would heat up soon enough. As a human running full speed through a monster village, you tend to get a lot of attention. Most of the monsters, excepting Dogamy, Dogaressa, Doggo, and their new amalgamate family member followed Frisk like a hawk. Rushing past the last of the houses, Frisk could've sworn they heard someone call out, "Wait, Huma-" before they got too far away. Frisk ran like they never ran before. If their legs didn't fall off when they reached where they were going, they would be hugely surprised. Past the sentry station, past the useless bridge cage-off, there was the door leading to the Ruins. The door to Toriel's home, where this adventure all started. Frisk's Determination went into overdrive, and they felt like a plane flying through the air. They felt like there was no wind resistance holding them back from their goal, Asriel. Frisk reached the door to the Ruins. Only, one problem, the door looked like it was sealed, just like when he left Toriel.
Frisks' heart sank. They hurried and inspected the door top to bottom. Where the seal of the door combined with the doorframe, a purple glow was emitted. Putting their hand to it, Frisk felt like they were trying to put two magnets together the opposite way. They stepped back, and their face turned into a sad frown. "No… no, no no! I couldn't have come all this way for nothing!" Frisk started to bang on the door, hard, turning the right side of their hand a raw red. The attempts of the breach made a very loud ringing, and echoing sound, but Frisk didn't care. All they cared about was getting onto the other side of that door. For the first time, Frisk felt their Determination… dwindle. Frisk felt like a black hole had formed in the back of their heart. They felt like their heart was falling. They stepped back, holding their hands to their chest. Frisk whispered to themself, "Asriel… Please…" Frisk felt a… a burning like sensation in their brain. Suddenly, memories of what Frisk had pieced together about Asriels' story flooded into his head.
He thought of the poor child going to the surface out of fear, and grief. Trying to save their adopted sibling, Asriel headed to a human village, only for him to be brutally murdered by humans, thinking that he had killed his human sibling. The empty vessel of a flower was injected with human Determination, and a vague remembrance of Asriels' last memory, turning that flower into a sick, twisted, genocidal being with no Soul, Flowey. Flowey, with no observable reason for life, tried to kill himself. But, his body refused, and Flowey found that he was the most Determined being in existence, allowing him to screw with the Timeline. After god knows how many years of literally doing everything that the world had to offer, Flowey felt nothing. He had no feeling. Flowey went into a genocidal rage, killing every monster he could in the Underground over, and over, and over, pitifully hoping that one day he would feel something again. That's when Frisk showed up. Flowey revelled in the thought that there was a new thing that he couldn't read like a book, for every face in the Underground besides Frisk was just like a series of events stuffed into a fleshy suit. Flowey watched Frisk throughout their journey, waiting for the right moment to strike. After a series of, questionable events, Frisk defeated Flowey, but spared him. That still didn't quell Floweys' lust for blood. Flowey deceived the same monsters he had countless times before, but it yielded a different result. Flowey took all of the Souls in the Underground, taking the form of Asriel Dreemurr. With the form of Asriel taken, Flowey could finally feel again. He felt sadness, and grief as his first emotion in X amount of years, and the newly resurrected Asriel reacted to a person much like his dead sibling with justified confusion and rage. Though Asriel had killed Frisk several times, Frisk still spared, and saved Asriels' Soul. Asriel, back to his old self for a short while, dispelled the barrier, but insisted that Frisk and Co. forget about him. Asriel then wandered away into the blackness, hopefully to be seen soon so that Frisk could save him once again.
All of these thoughts thrust themselves into Frisks' Soul at once. Their eyes started to water, Frisk just noticed that they were crying. Their heart felt like it was pumping five times as hard as it should've. They walked towards the door, slowly. If Asriel was going to get a happy ending, by whatever god was watching, Frisk was going to give it to him. Frisk felt Determination like they had never felt it before. They clenched their fists, with a strong feeling of an energy around them. Frisk seemed to clobber the door. Over, and over, Frisks' fists pounded the door with all of their might. Finally, a disturbingly loud CLASH sound rang throughout the air. The door started to shake, with debris falling off of the top. A strange fwoosh sound resonated from the purple glow. The light finally disappeared. The door slowly opened, with teeth-grindingly loud grinding sounds. A fast, warm flash of air flooded out of the new gap, almost pushing Frisk off-balance. They took a deep breath, and walked inside, ignoring the crowd of all the villagers in Snowdin behind them.
Walking through the familiar purple passageway, Frisk was filled with Determination. They reeled back as they saw carpeted stairs leading upwards. Walking up the stairs, Frisk felt a slight feeling of sadness. They headed upstairs, and turned right, trying to see if Toriel grabbed something before she left. The kitchen was neatly cleaned, except for a slip of paper in a drawer. Frisk opened it, and saw that it was a handwritten copy of a cinnamon and butterscotch pie recipe. Fisk was shocked to see that Toriel didn't grab it on her way out. Frisk pocketed it, and ran out of the cute little house. Frisk still remembered the solutions to the puzzles. How could they forget? They were Frisks' first moments within the Underground. Throughout Frisks' walk, they didn't seem to find Nabstablook moping anywhere. Frisk hoped that he was getting ready to go to the surface. Frisk wandered until they saw a room with seven switches on the floor. Some of them were pressed down. "Oh, my god!" Frisk said to themself. They ran to the end of the room to find a rock archway. Frisk peeped around the corner, and saw a giant bed of golden flowers. Peeping around the corner some more, Frisk saw a small, animal like figure kneeling down with a watering can, tending to the flowers. Frisk hoped that this would be the last time that Asriel would feel sad in the same patch of sun-colored flowers… ever.
I feel so bad for leaving this as a cliffhanger, but I felt that this next part needed a whole chapter to fill. Feel free to shit all over me for leaving a cliffhanger, but I promise that it will be worth it. Again, I don't moderate or censor reviews, so feel free to tell me anything in the review section. Thank you guys so much for reading my drop in the Undertale fanbase!
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