A/N: Hello again readers! This is the second installment of "Moving Forward". I wanted to confirm that yes, this story will eventually be Frans shipped. I apologize if any of you dislike this ship, but it will not change. Anyways thank you all for the views of this story. It brought me much joy to see so many people view my creation.
Anyways on with the story.
I do not own Undertale. Undertale is owned by Toby Fox.
I hope you all enjoy this.
Chapter 2
It has been a full 6 months since the monsters were freed from the Underground. After the joy and euphoria of accomplishment had finally faded the facts had to be faced. Humans were not going to welcome the monsters with open arms. This was obviously a dilemma. This would stunt the growth of monster kind in their new environment.
Frisk was to be announced the Ambassador of Monsters, but only being a minor, they were unable to obtain that title.
Asgore and Toriel were going to speak out against this issue, but to avoid further tension with the human legal officials they allowed their decision to be final. Asgore ordered the Royal Guard to serve as the Dreemurr's personal body bodyguards and defense.
There was much tension that surrounded the Monster's movement. All the monsters wanted was to coexist with the humans, but humans are such simple-minded creatures. They can't even see past themselves to allow the progression of a rightful cause. There was such hatred that was directed at the monsters and their movement to be seen as equal beings. It seemed everywhere the monsters turned to make new legislation to protect or further the monster race the humans would be there to reprimand their efforts.
Present Day
Frisk awoke to their darkened room. Their breath heavy and panicky. They had had yet another nightmare. This one consisted of the monsters that they had put forth so much effort to free, attacking them. Slaughtering them. Their souls breaking in half repeatedly. They felt Toriel's fire magic crash against their small body. They sensed Undyne's hatred and fury to kill directed at them. …They cried out in horrible pain as Sans demolished their soul in the Judgement Hall. Everything they felt was pain and betrayal.
Frisk's breathing tried to even out, but it was incredibly difficult considering tears threatened to spill down their face. "Ngh…hn….mmm…," Frisk tried their best to keep their sobs to a minimum. Small, pitiful noises sounded from them though. Even if it was just a nightmare it all felt so real to Frisk. The mere thought that their friends could turn on them like that shook Frisk to their very soul. They trembled in their bed. Frisk wrapped their arms around their legs and placed their forehead on their knees. They wished someone was there to comfort them, but they also didn't want anyone to worry over them. It was just a nightmare. It's not like it was real.
Frisk let their tears stroll down their face and let out all their emotions that had flooded their heart.
Eventually Frisk pulled themselves together. They wiped the tears from the face and laid on their side trying to steady their breathing.
"Ah...hn..."
Frisk squeezed they're hands into tightly clenched fist. They trembled terribly. Frisk glared down at their hands cursing them to stop shaking so badly. They needed fresh air. Now.
Frisk stood up from their bed and made their way to their window. They took a glance through the glass and saw the snow-covered trees in the distance. Frisk unlatched the window and pushed the window seal upwards. Cool, crisp air rushed against Frisk's clammy skin and they felt automatic relief.
Frisk looked down at the white snow coated ground and thought how far it would take to jump down. Of course, they knew that they were more likely to hurt themselves than anything. But they just wanted a sense of freedom now. Frisk climbed onto her window's edge and sat there continuing to stare at the ground. "..."
They really wanted to get out of the house. Frisk just felt so trapped. They needed to escape.
Without any real thought Frisk slid their legs from their window seal and dangled them in the air. They kicked their feet back and forth. It was a calming motion to them. Frisk began to hum a soothing tone that Toriel always use to hum when they were in distress.
"...Maybe...I could go out for a while...," Frisk said and looked towards the winter in cased woods. "Just for a bit."
With that Frisk allowed their body to slowly and carefully slip out their window. Their bedroom window wasn't too far from the ground, so with careful precision Frisk would reached the ground safely.
Frisk let their body hang from their window seal by their hands; just a few feet from the ground below. Frisk released their hold in the edge and fell to the ground. Frisk had experienced much hardships through the Underground so it was automatic instinct to tuck and roll as they reached the ground. Frisk rolled into the snow and allowed their body to come to a complete stop before standing up.
The ground was cold and harsh. That was to be expected since it was wintertime now. As Frisk stood up they shook themselves of any excess snow that lingered on them. Frisk then looked towards the woods and slowly proceeded towards them.
A/N: Well there it is. I really hope you all enjoyed reading this. I know this is slow progressing, so I thank you all for baring with me while I write this story at my own pace. This really means a lot to me. If you have any questions, remarks, or suggestions; please tell me. I'd love to hear your opinions. There will be more to come soon. Thank you all for being so patient.
~Wolfy Out~
