Chapter 2
Frisk. I cannot protect you any longer. You must stay safe, lest you find yourself back where you last called me. I will continue to watch over you, but unless you can re-open the Gate, you are on your own…


Frisk came to in a springy bed. They let out a groan as they slowly sat up, head pounding. What had happened? Oh right. They had been having fun with an Augmentor when they forgot that there was a time limit.
Their left arm felt slightly unnatural. Had they broken it? A quick check confirmed their suspicions. It was in a cast, though it didn't hurt nearly as much as they had expected.
The lights in the room were a bright white, and so were the walls and the bedsheets, giving a sense of sterility. Toriel sat in a chair to the left of the bed, head drooped, breathing slow.
Huh. She fell asleep waiting for me.
Astra: Frisk, you're awake! Miseri get out there!
Icara: Are you sure that's a good idea? What if someone's there?
Astra: Stop worrying about it! It's gonna be fine!
Frisk: There's no one here other than Toriel, who's asleep.
Miseri: See… it's okay.

A couple seconds later, Miseri crawled out from under the bed, rubbing their head. They still had their disguise appearance active. They stood up quickly, brushing down their clothes and hair.
'Taking extra precautions, are you?' Frisk asked.
Astra: Sorry! Guess I miscalculated your exit location.
'Nope! Astra failed. The location they told me was a bit too far left. Ended up under the bed.' Miseri explained with a laugh, still rubbing their head.
'I see. Will Figna be joining us?' Frisk replied.
Astra: Will you?
Icara: I think you should…
Figna: I suppose I don't have a choice.
Frisk: Next time just tell me. Don't go all passive-aggressive.
Figna: Yeah whatever. I'll be exiting into that chair opposite Toriel.

Sure enough, Figna appeared out of thin air above the chair, already in the sitting position, disguise deactivated. They fell into the chair and continued doing whatever it was they were doing. They had their knife summoned and was poking at something in their other hand, nonchalantly holding the blade like it was a pen.
'What exactly are you doing? And aren't you going to hurt yourself holding your weapon like that?' Miseri questioned.
Figna looked up at them out of the corner of their eye, not moving their head. They turned back to their task before answering.
'I found a small wooden log outside the hospital. Decided to try to carve it. No, I'm not going to hurt myself, it should be obvious. Oh right, you're my Counter, you wouldn't know. Prolis can't be hurt by their own weapons. That's just how it works, idiot.'
Miseri looked slightly offended as they turned to Frisk.
'So, how do you feel? That was quite the fall…'
'I feel fine.' Frisk replied. 'My arm aches a little but otherwise, I'm fine. What happened?'
'Exactly what you think. You suddenly fell. We rushed out and took you to the school's clinic, who then phoned the hospital. They also alerted Toriel.'
'That fall only gave me a fractured arm and a headache?' Frisk questioned.
'I'm surprised too. Ms Selah mentioned something about a "DRS barrier" though. She didn't go into specifics. Perhaps that had something to do with it.'
Frisk nodded, settling back into their bed. 'So, I'm good to go?'
'Yeah, I suppose. Better ask a nurse. You should probably wake Toriel too.' Miseri said.
As if on cue, a knock came on the door. The Prolis jolted in shock, entering the pocket dimension instantly. The last time someone had visited Frisk, Toriel was the only other person in the room. The sudden appearance of two children would surely raise some suspicions.
A male nurse entered carrying a clipboard. He walked up to Frisk's bed and opened his mouth, before realising Toriel was asleep. He then headed over to Toriel and gave her a slight nudge.
'Excuse me, Mrs Dreemurr,' he said. 'Frisk is ready to leave.'
Toriel stirred, before waking groggily and blinking a couple times. She realised situation she was in and sat upright, taking on her more formal behaviour.
The nurse smiled calmly.
'Don't worry, Mrs Dreemurr. There's no rush. When you are ready, Frisk will be discharged.'
Toriel relaxed a little.
'Thank you, sir. I think we are ready to leave. Frisk, how are you feeling?' she asked.
Frisk responded with a nod. 'I'm fine. We can leave now.'
'I see. Well then, we should get going. I need time to make a pie, after all.'
After going through a little bit of paperwork, Frisk and Toriel headed to the hospital's nearby bus stop, where they caught a ride home.
Icara: So, she's going to make a pie? Can I have a slice?
Frisk: To eat?
Icara: No, to keep with me. You never know when it'll come in handy…
Frisk: I suppose you could.
Frisk: …
Astra: You broke your left arm.
Frisk: Yeah….
Astra: So how are you going to do school?
Frisk: That's a good question.


Frisk wandered into the school yard, with Miseri and Figna not far behind. They all appeared much the same as when they first entered the very same yard a couple days ago. It was widely accepted to wear the same or similar clothes almost all the time, almost like a uniform unique to yourself. Some people even changed their appearance, like hairstyles, but kept the same clothes. It was normal.
Frisk pushed through the bottleneck that had formed at the main entrance. Since the law was passed that allowed anyone to carry weapons with them, the students had to go through a security system like an airports'. Declare or face the consequences. Frisk didn't have anything to declare, so they just pushed through. Figna didn't need to worry. There weren't any cameras in the school's buildings.
A couple of the students gasped and pointed, sharing gossip about the monsters' ambassador, right there in front of them. So many questions to ask, but none were brave enough, especially with the other kid with a similar haircut giving them the death stare.
Icara: I wonder what made Toriel so busy. We don't see her at school much now.
Astra: It's probably nothing. You need to stop worrying. Chill out a little.
Icara: It's my job to worry!
Astra: We're not in the Underground anymore. Our jobs don't really matter.
Icara: Then why are we still here, huh? What if Frisk dies?
Astra: Ok, that escalated quickly. Frisk, what do you think?
Figna: We'll be PERFECTLY FINE because I'm here and I'll make sure NO ONE gets in Frisk's way.
Frisk: Astra asked me… and I agree with them. You guys don't need to worry about me.
Astra: See? Chill out a little, Icara.
Icara: Last time I had a 'bad feeling', it was about Asgore…
Miseri: … um
Icara: and Frisk didn't listen!
Miseri: It's alright. No one knew it was going to happen.
Frisk: I didn't really have a choice.

There wasn't much else to say.
Frisk was resting against a wall, when Miseri elbowed them gently. A boy approached, looking ready to harm. The corridor was mostly clear. Class was starting soon, and Frisk had dozed off.
Astra: Looks like someone has a bone to pick with you. Heheh.
The boy had messy blackish hair and looked like the kind of guy who gets followers just because he beats people up. He poked Frisk roughly, jolting them out of their stupor. He said simply.
'Fight me, Ambassador.'
Figna moved to lunge, but Miseri held them back.
Miseri: Not now.
Figna: He said he wanted to!
Frisk: Astra. Check.
Astra: Sebastian Finch. Bravery. LV 1, HP 20, AT 10, DF 10. Loves picking fights, just because.
Frisk: I'm surprised you can still do that.
Astra: What do you mean?
Frisk: It's been a year and you still know how to do that 'check' thing.
Astra: It's like your ability to feel, a sense. I don't have to learn, and I can't forget.
Frisk: So, you can do that with anyone we come across.
Astra: Yep.
Frisk: Isn't that kinda violating their privacy?
Astra: Did you feel like you were violating people's privacy when you checked monsters in the Underground?

Frisk didn't know how to respond, so they didn't. Instead, they turned to Sebastian, the boy, and said firmly:
'Sebastian Finch. I don't want to fight you. Please leave me alone.'
Sebastian's expression changed from one of arrogance to one of shock.
'H-how do you know my name?' he asked cautiously.
'I know many things. Like your soul trait, for example. You are brave, but also reckless.' Frisk answered, without a trace of uncertainty in their voice.
Sebastian was really taken aback by this comment.
'You're creepy, you know that? You remind me of my aunt. I don't like her, and I don't like you…' He said.
Frisk smiled.
'… which is why I'm going to beat you up!' He suddenly exclaimed, throwing a punch before Frisk could react.
Figna pushed Miseri aside and was in front of Frisk in an instant, knife in hand, disguise also covering it. They slashed, slicing clean up Sebastian's arm, from elbow to wrist. Sebastian screamed in pain, dropping back and clutching it with his other hand. It was bleeding profusely. Miseri ran up and pulled Figna back, slamming them up against the wall, grimacing.
Sebastian blinked a couple times, then ran down the hallway, cries echoing back.
So much for a normal day at school.


Frisk sat silently, fiddling with the pages of their book. They weren't paying any real attention to the class. Guilt hung over them like a cloud.
The Prolis sat at their place at the back of the classroom, not interacting in any way at all. The natural rivalry set in place by their titles didn't help.
Frisk was about to doze off again when an announcement came through the PA system.
'Could the following students please come to the principal's office: Sebastian Finch, Frisk Dreemurr and their companions. I repeat, could the following students please come to the principal's office: Sebastian Finch and Frisk Dreemurr.'
The announcement ended with a click.
Frisk stood up slowly, glancing at the teacher, who gave them a nod of approval. The Prolis followed wordlessly, all eyes in the room trained on them.
This wasn't going to end well, was it?


When Frisk arrived, Sebastian was already there, sitting rather meekly, now bandaged arm resting lightly on his lap. He avoided eye contact, just standing up and leaving when Frisk entered.
The principal, Mr Ryder Kendry, who was typing onto his computer, looked up at Frisk.
'Ah, Frisk, you're here. I've already spoken to Sebastian, and now I want to speak to you. He says your companion here-,' he pointed to Figna, 'attacked him with a dagger. Please, take a seat.'
Frisk reluctantly dragged a seat over and sat on it, directly in front of the principal. Figna pulled over a seat and sat on it backwards, arms leaning on the backrest. Miseri pushed a chair over, and sat next to Frisk, hands clasped together on their lap.
Mr Kendry adjusted his glasses, turning away from the computer and looking over to Frisk.
'I'm sure there is security for a reason, Frisk. Just because your friends here aren't students doesn't mean I won't apply the same rules to them,' he said seriously.
'Sorry, sir.' Frisk said.
'Sorry won't do it, I'm afraid. Your friend caused serious injury to one of my students, and I won't allow it. I don't care if it was provoked or unprovoked. I've decided that Figna will no longer be permitted to accompany you here.'
Figna stood up suddenly, left arm flying down to their waist, where their 'dagger' was hidden. Frisk whipped their arm out, grabbing it before the weapon could summon.
'You can't do that! I'm-' Figna exclaimed, before realising what they had almost said and done.
'You're what?' Mr Kendry asked.
'I'm… sorry. I guess I really am the impulsive idiot everyone calls me. I'll accept your punishment.' They sat back down, this time properly, but without moving the chair, so they now faced away from the principal.
The principal didn't seem the least bit offended.
'Good. Be warned. If Figna shows up here again, I will not hesitate to contact the police to check their identity and records.'
Identity checking. There was no way they were going to get out of that. If it happened, if the police got involved, it would be over.
'I understand.' Frisk replied.
The principal nodded.
'Alright. You are dismissed. The day is almost over anyway. Go home and heed my words. Off you go then.'
They left, and after a second, Miseri went back in and tucked the chairs in, before rushing off with an embarrassed smile.
The principal went to the doorway and watched them head down the hallway. He adjusted his glasses again and went back into his office, shutting the door behind him.


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