"15,000,000 gold.. all taken from the Underground's money supply." Muffet sighed, looking at the ground.
But it wasn't for nothing. It paid for the mansion that loomed over Frisk and the monsters entering it. Everyone was screeching and hollering, screaming cheers about freedom and luxury. But Muffet was not happy with all the money drained from everyone's pockets.
"We wanted freedom, but this is over the line, deary. Especially all the extras everyone ordered! It's too much, too much!" Muffet tapped the pillar stretching from the entrance as she talked.
"Well, this is our new home. Besides, we can get jobs from here." Frisk mumbled quietly. "You can sell some baked goods to the humans or something like that."
Muffet sighed again, not knowing how to answer. Suddenly, the doors opened and the monsters started running in, heading off to their requested areas. The small child was the last to enter, holding the door for everyone then going in. They then followed Alphys to the Media Center.
"H-hello Frisk," Alphys stammered as they entered the somewhat small room. "D-do you want anything?"
"Ah, yes." Frisk nodded. "Just to check the emails."
The child fumbled with a computer and mouse until it turned onto the page they were looking for.
"Hm, unknown messager." They muttered. Alphys maneuvered her chair to look at the screen.
A pale, smiling child appeared on the computer screen. They looked nearly identical to Frisk, but their face was frozen in an eerily uncomfortable smile. Soon, a voice came from the speaker. "Greetings. It has been a few timelines since we had last met, Frisk." They said, in a small, but terrifying voice.
Frisk's eyes grew buggy; their expression was filled with fear. Alphys looked at Frisk with a questioning look.
"Perhaps your concern should not be about yourself, but about both you and your monster friends." They giggled, eyes growing to creepy, dark holes. "Now, I like to keep my conversations short. So let me just say- you're not in control. You never were. NOW LET ME DESTROY THIS WORLD."
The screen grew dark- but a voice remained. A laugh that was so scary that Frisk clung to the seat in fear.
"F-frisk.. d-do you know about this child?" Alphys' terrified voice asked. Sweat was running down her scales.
"I had a few confrontations with this person at.. other times... but they were not friendly at all. Their name is Chara." Frisk gulped. They turned off the computer and turned around to exit.
"M-may I ask.. wh-where are you going?" Alphys tilted her head in confusion. A scared look still remained upon her face.
"The music room. I need to calm down." Frisk replied softly. They did not like to talk much, but spreading mysteries among their friends was not their goal either.
Frisk walked through a long corridor, passing through the monsters' bedrooms. They heard the tapping of heels as they walked by Mettaton's room, the friendly humming and smell of something burning as they walked by Papyrus' room, and they could nearly feel Temmie's face vibrating as they walked by the Tems' room. Finally, Frisk approached a wooden door with a purple music note hung on a nail. They opened the door and walked in.
The child then saw their favorite piano- the one that had a nice, friendly touch to it. It was wooden and the keys had a beautiful sound to them. But most of all, it was the piano Frisk had played to open the room with the ancient artifact in it. Before that dog had absorbed it, Frisk had felt something in that glass ball. Something they felt connected to. But Frisk shook away the memory, and it was soon replaced with Chara's message. Frisk shook their head once more and started playing "Maybe" on the piano. They also sung softly as they played.
"Maybe far away, or maybe real near by..."
"He may be pouring her coffee, she may be straightening his tie.."
"Maybe in a house, all hidden by a hill..."
"She's sitting playing piano, he's sitting paying a bill..."
Frisk realized what they were singing and suddenly burst out crying. The child did not even notice Undyne's entrance. She came up and sat next to Frisk on the piano bench.
"That was really some beautiful playing. Better than I can ever do."
Frisk looked up, embarrassed. "Y-you play piano as well?" They said, tears still running down their cheeks.
"Um, yeah," the fish-woman admitted. "But why were you crying?"
"Well," they started, wiping their tears. "I know I'm living with Toriel and all of you, but... I-i.. I still miss my human family."
Undyne patted the child's back. "I know how you feel. My parents and brother died in the war between humans and monsters. Just know we'll always be your new family."
Frisk was surprised by Undyne's comforting words. She usually was a big toughie and didn't go to talking and listening as her first option. So Frisk accepted her comfort with great thanks. "Thanks, Undyne." They said meaningfully.
"Yeah, yeah. See you around, punk." Undyne shot a grin at Frisk, and left to attend to watching anime.
Frisk smiled. They seemed to forget all about Chara's warning as they drifted into a deep sleep beside the wooden piano.
