(I did NOT make glitchtale or Undertale and I'm making a disclaimer to let you know that, this disclaimer, the one you're reading)

ChaosPheory #3

The One Where It's A Musical. Act 1

It was a miserable day. The clouds had swallowed the sun in their unoriginal fashion and replaced its rays with miserable wet rain that guaranteed anyone who felt it would be miserable, and wet, but that didn't matter to Frisk, as they were miserable without any help. Reluctantly they rolled out of their bed, pulled on their clothes and downed their breakfast before dragging their feet through that miserable, wet, muddy path to school alongside their adoptive goat brother Asriel.

They were both equipped with a hooded raincoat over their usual striped shirts too, as well as their book bags and contents. After walking for some time Asriel grew tired of the melancholy silence and tried to cheer his sibling with a conversation,

"So, only one more day till the weekend" he stated with a chipper tone

"I know" Frisk responded just as depressed as their brother was cheerful,

"So what are you going to do this weekend"

"Same thing as last weekend" Frisk sighed, but their goat brother was starting to get fed up with this,

"Ok, what's up"

Asriel stopped

"Is this about Betty, please don't tell me this is about Betty",

Frisk sighed

"I'm sorry Azzy I just… I mean every time I… when I went through the underground every time I won an encounter I made a new friend, but this time… we beat Betty but… I just can't help but feel I lost this time, I didn't save anyone, and so many died… I just can't help but think we lost that round"

Asriel grabbed them by the shoulder

"Frisk you can't think these things, 'win' 'lose' whatever, we beat Betty and now we're safe, that's all that matters"

"But what if…"

"All that matters" Azzy interrupted "now stop it with the 'what ifs' and the 'win loss' and let's get to school, ok?"

Frisk shook their head,

"You go on without me, I'm pretty sure mom won't mind if I'm late just once"

Asriel didn't like it, but he understood,

"Be careful"

Frisk found a small spot on the sidewalk next to a building with a light on and sat down. It would be so hard to explain even to Azzy, after what happened with Chara even the slightest hint of genocide scared them, and they knew all it takes was one kill, one kill and then nothing can stop you, and the thought of killing someone instead of saving them, it almost, they couldn't…

"Some of these days" someone sang disrupting their thought, but who could sing on a day like this

"You're gonna miss me fellas" it was a sharp tenor voice, and it had a certain air to it that made Frisk's heart throb,
"Some of these days" it continued and by this time it's owner had turned the corner

"You're gonna feel so bad" he had a gray coat with a yellow button up shirt underneath, his hair was unclean and messy in a wild assortment of colors ranging from brown to ginger, to dirty blond,

"You'll miss the good time times, you'll miss the fun times, you'll even miss the bum times that…" he stopped as soon as he reached Frisk

"Hey, aren't you that ambassador kid?... Frisk, I think your name was, what are you doing on the lower east side of the city cause let me tell you it's no place for a child"

Frisk shifted uncomfortably, they had heard some bad things about people from the lower east side, but this guy seemed so different from what they heard, he had some sort of feeling about him, like he only wanted what was right,

"The cameras."

The man sat down next to them and beckoned them to continue,

"Me and Asriel really don't like Jessica Gray watching our every move and for some reason none of the cameras on the lower east side work right, so we walk to school through here and she doesn't see a thing"

He laughed

"Every messed up idiot and his mother tried to take out those cameras wonder what madman managed to do it" his statement carried a hint of sarcasm. Barely noticeable but it was there

"But seriously, stay away from the lower east side. There are too many people who'd want to hurt a kid like you"

Frisk looked at him skeptically

"Me? Oh, I only lie when I open my mouth, but I'd never hurt an innocent… Oh wait that's a paradox"

Frisk couldn't help but think about the life of this person, living in a place like the lower east side must have been hard for him, and he must have seen some pretty bad people, maybe, just maybe,

"Sir, can I ask you a question" he could have an answer

The man shrugged

"Go ahead"

"Do you think even the worst person can change, that anyone can be a good person if they just try"

The man looked down

"I'm a firm believer in second chances, even for the people I loathe, and that's a long list, even if they're bound to blow, not because I honestly think they're gonna change, tho I can hope, but Because this time they can't say they weren't warned"

Then he looked frisk dead in the eye

"Now get on out of here, and next time forget about Jessy's nosey-ness and stay on the safe side of the city. Trust me it's better this way" he turned the corner and walked off, singing his song all the way

Frisk got up and started their walk to school,

"Can't say they weren't warned" they repeated to themselves

It wasn't the absolute answer they were looking for, but it was just enough to convince them. The rain began to stop and the clouds began to part, letting in the sun to dry up all the miserable rain that was left. It truly was a great day, but that didn't matter to Frisk. They would have been filled with DETERMINATION on a rainy day, and they knew exactly what they were doing this weekend

The next weekend

Betty laid in bed, almost unable to move, and in tons of pain for the last day. Now she had regained most of her movement, but she still hurt after being shot… twice… then kicked in the face. She hopped up and walked around the room just to prove that she could, and it gave her something to think about other than the pain. Zack's eyes caught her movement,

"You can move now" he observed

"Wow, how'd you guess" she growled, still angry about yesterday

"Did I do something wrong?" Zack sounded hurt

"No, it's just…" Betty searched for words to express herself "WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE" she stamped her foot

Zack looked up at the vent again

"Maybe it's not 'who do they think they are' maybe it's 'who do they think you are"

Betty crossed her arms

"What do you mean"

"Well, when they hurt you you got angry at them, right? And neither of us remember anything from before we came here. So maybe you did something that made them angry at you that you remember anymore, and maybe I did the same thing, and that's why we're here" Betty thought about that for a moment. With all the weird and aggressive thoughts she had… well, it wouldn't be extremely surprising if she hurt someone before she came here, but Zack! Zack wouldn't hurt a fly, well more like couldn't hurt a fly, no they were here for some other plan, and Betty guessed it wasn't made with them in mind,

"Um, Betty" Zack sounded worried "there's someone in the vent"

Betty walked over to Zack's bed and looked up at the vent, it was empty

"No there isn't, you're just being paranoid"

"Yes, there is I can see them"

"How can there be someone in the vent"

"I don't know but there is"

"Zack, look at the vent and tell me if you can, for a fact, see someone inside"

"I can"

"Well, I think…"

Betty was cut off by the vent opening and Frisk falling into the room