Hey dudes and dudettes or genderless milk duds! How are you today? Tell me how you feel! The following chapter will be about many different characters, after all, UNDERTALE is a tale, not just based on main characters. Sorry about the massive wait, I had a lotta writer's block.. Hehe.. ^°^

(Surprise, it wasn't just about Frisk)
For some reason I didn't like the way Nap's part turned out, but I hope I can fix this in the future. There will be a lot coming for him, after all!
Hint, Waterfall will be BIG.]


Napstablook floated back to his home in waterfall aimlessly, stopping whenever he lost motivation to do so.

'I… I made a new friend…. Haha…'

This one didn't seem fake.

No smiles ridden with pity.

No false expressions.

Will they leave him like the others?

He stopped by some dummies on the way.

"Hello Bapstablook, How was your day?"

The dummy replied with nothing.

All of Napstablook's cousins had been bored. They wanted to become corporeal, they wanted to feel.

They all entered dummies, and there they stayed. No talking, no interaction, nothing.

Napstablook felt a surge of depression rise and make his metaphorical limbs heavy. What did he want to do again?

…probably not worth it, anyway.

Laying down on the coarse ground in waterfall, he let his mind wander freely, it was better than holding it in.

He then proceeded to feel like garbage, train of thought breaking in ways that could only appear in the nightmares of a monster with OCD.

Centuries before the war, monsters were much sturdier, having more mass and eating food that had no need to be infused with magic. They had very little lifespans though, dying at thirty.

The physical mass was too much for their beings, so due to the process of evolution, monsters evolved to become mainly composed of magic, living up to centuries at a time.

Boss monsters even gained immortality.

Those who wished to keep existing and clung on to their souls as soon as they died, though, lived.

Even though they felt the overbearing pain of physical matter ripping from magic.

Even though they felt their souls leaving their clumped body matter.

They held on and became ghosts. There were very few though.

The first one to do so was Mad Mapsta, living on and feeling enraged that he was the only one.

Then it was his cousins, many didn't make it though.

Then, it was Hapstablook. He was much older, after all.

Napstablook, wishing to go to not feel alone, went as well.

After all, he had no family now.

What did he look like before dying? After so long he forgot…

His death wasn't natural though.

If only he weren't a ghost.

Hap and Nap were inseparable. They depended on each other for support, to keep each other living. To keep each other from fading away.

Like yin and yang, some said.

He felt alive when next to his cousin, and he never wanted to go.

The closer you are to the surface of the mountain, the more wails you hear.

Those are not human wails.

Fallen monsters cling onto the barrier as if it were a spider's web.

That's why spreading the dust of a monster is important, it helps them get passed on to something happy, keeping them in a form of stasis.

Nap didn't want either though.

Hap disappeared one day, without even leaving a call. Napstablook tried calling, yet nothing happened. He tried phasing to the home of his beloved relative, but it was sealed.

He felt like disappearing, but he couldn't.

Something kept him in that form.

The hope of finding Hapstablook?

The wish to see the surface?

He didn't know.

Other dummies told him to stay busy. They went into dummies the moment they could find a body, though it failed.

Apparently it was made by the new royal scientist.

Wait… why was there a new one? The old one was..

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Thinking about that hurt Napstablook's head. He thought of other things.

The dummies that were out were supposed to be perfect bodies, but his fellow ghosts were bonded to them without fully integrating into the defect dolls, becoming unable to speak, walk, or think properly.

Enough interaction would help them, but who would pay attention to a dummy?

Well, the one in the ruins got some control, at least.

Undyne's dummy though, was really Yapstablook, he was pretty masochistic. He could leave at any time yet stayed for more.

Napstablook kept himself busy, like Yap said, focusing on his snail farm/race, and music.

And then, while feeling like garbage, Shyren was playing a tape.

He phased through his home, speeding up to Shyren and asking the name of it.

It reminded him of Hapsta..

"Oh, You didn't hear of him? This track is from Mettaton! He's the best!"

Shyren slithered away, and all Napstablook could think of.. was his new motivation to live.

That's part of the reason why he hasn't disappeared at least.

Thinking of his friend gave him hope.

He could do better..


Flowey was never really a tyrant. With absolute boredom, he decided to try everything he could.

He read every book.

He talked to everybody.

He knew everybody.

So then why?

Why did he still feel empty?

There had to be something he didn't do yet…!

Right?

Nothing came to mind.

All he had was a void in his heart, making him question how far he would stretch his morals for enjoyment.

So, he made another run. And another, and another. Some scientist disappeared, and now the short skeleton was already making his life hell.

So, he made another run. By now he had done hundreds, but who cares? Nobody remembered, right?

That's how he had his face impaled by a series of femurs.

His brother.. cost him quite a few runs.

It wasn't fun to play with his toy anymore.

Pacifism was okay, but even when he got to the surface, he reset anyway.

Nothing was real.

He let his morals break. But not every book was burned. Not every time, at least.

It was still not enough.

Other times he wished to die.

He just woke up, sprouted in a bed of buttercups, with an aching, clawing void in his stem.

He had to go on!

He killed them all.

He killed the monsters.

He felt nothing.

He spared them all.

He felt nothing.

He killed a few.

Nothing..!

He helped Alphys, kept a smile on..!

NOTHING!

He tried to get a soul, it melted in his core, maybe he needed more?

Yet he couldn't.

It was like there was a wall preventing him from obtaining the souls.

He cried.. He felt nothing. Nothing alleviated his crushing sentiment.

No matter how loud he screamed.

He sobbed and wailed, and wished to never have done that accursed plan..

Mom Toriel came..

She didn't know him.

And he felt nothing..

But.

RAGE.

There was an endless stream of genocide and neutral runs, names he dubbed to two of the three main timeline variations.

The skeleton didn't bother fighting him afterwards.

Flowey left him a nice present- a scarf full of dust.

Flowey killed Asgore.

He felt nothing more.

And when he did everything..

All he was left with was the endless cacophony of emptiness, white noise ringing in every fiber of his petals, and him shrieking in frustration.

He did another genocide.

This time, he wanted to feel anything, even if it were a bad one.

So that's how he ended up with dust piles with cute little names on them.

He wrote them himself.

Carving the names in the dirt next to every pile with his thorns.

He was never really creative in nicknames, but his favorite was "Smiley trash bag".

There were some tears next to some though, but the names only spelled out "Oriel and "Gor"

He felt nothing of course.

He tried to go to Chara's grave. He dug up his friend.

This was his last chance of feeling something.

He dug it up wishing to feel.

He was numb to everything.

This was his last chance at feeling anything resembling compassion.

All he saw was a long-decomposed body, worms flowing out from under the worn green and yellow cardigan.

He looked at Chara's neck. Broken chain tattoo printed on, with the locket he gave her so long ago.

It was rusted and old, but the words were still discernable.

"BEST FRIENDS FOREVER"

The locket had a faded picture of the prince and her, holding a bouquet of flowers.

And he felt nothing.

He had his own locket, of course. His photo was scratched out though, scraped out frantically, angrily.

It never came back, even with resets.

This time, he just wanted to feel anything.

He went to Hotland. He knew he could reset manually, but he didn't.

And he felt nothing.

'I really am a c-crybaby… huh, chara?'

Fat tears evaporated at the heat of the lava below.

He cradled Chara's necklace. The back of the photo just showed childish handwriting, saying the following:

"I Love you Azzy. From Sis."

This was when she died..

He looked at her body yet again.

And he felt grief.

He jumped.

Only to be born again.

He gave up. The seventh child had come.

Now he could finally become god. He could go back in time and get his sibling back.!

But he couldn't.

"Ha…"

He looked at his save file.

[No Access.]

"Hahaha.."

He tried to summon some determination at his side.

But what was it worth?

Maybe… just maybe… he could die once and for all…

There was nothing here anyway.

He felt nothing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

He snapped.

And nobody came.

Maybe this one will be different.


You looked around. There was yet another clearing in front of you. It was intimidating, thinking about facing Papyrus soon. What he lacked in risk, he made up for in utmost tenacity.

He astonished you and also kinda made you wanna cry.

Same with Sans, only Sans made you wanna slap him and cry, then cry about hand injury after slapping him.

*Yep, ill admit, he is a prick.*

Papyrus is a good guy though. Maybe he just wants friends?

Friends...


She looked, her friend looked back, and smiled.

'I won't let them hurt you anymore. Count on it!'

'Y..Yeah..'


*…*

*….-Risk snap out of it!*

'Hm oh what?'

*Jeez. You are such a pain sometimes.*

'If only ghosts had neosporin.'

*Say whut?*

'Nevermind.'

Walking through the bent clearing, you followed the icy road and looked to see…

A cardboard box.

It looked pretty fun!

You looked at the sign.

[YOU OBSERVE THIS AMAZING CRAFTSMANSHIP… WHO COULD HAVE MADE IT? NONE OTHER THAN THE GRREAT PAPYRUS! WITH HIS AMAZING PAPROWESS, HE WILL SOON BE PART OF THE ROYAL GUARD! NYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH]

It was then filled with passionate laughter.

The sign had a little fold with a down arrow.

Pulling on it, it had a mini pop out sign on the side.

[HEH]

*So cool.*

You took a photo. This would go in your memoir.

You jumped inside of the box, and inside, there were shelves! This guy is the master of cardboard houses, you supposed.

The shelves had multiple bones stacked neatly on the box, and the inside had no snow.

Surprisingly, it had a pillow on the cold rock, and even a space heater!

(Though it wasn't connected to anything, you appreciated the concern.)

Perhaps this could be your place to stay in tonight?

*Nope. I will not condone that.*

'Aww man! Why not? You be ruining my fun, ghostie'

You pouted, cuteness levels at the maximum.

'DOKI DOKI ATTACK!'

It had no effect on ghostie.

*FOOL! MY MYSTERIOUS AURA CUTS THAT BY 99.9999999999%*

'GASP'

*NOW TIME FOR MY SPECIAL ATTACK.. uh..*

'Gasp..?'

*uh….. I dunno a name.*

'How about.. uh… Cool.. erm… cool cut blaziken kunai pow pow?'

*You thought long and hard about that one, huh?*

*Kay, whatever it was you said.*

'Nooooooo!'

The pillow was extremely comfortable though. Using your camera's defrost option, you relaxed for a bit in the heat.

You were incredibly tired from everything. All of the battle, all of the curse horribleness, all of the walking… it took a toll on your chubs.

Plus you were super hungry.

Eating a few pine needles just made you hungrier though, so you decided to eat some monster candy.

Not the spider donut though…

NEVER.

You didn't even notice how much you sagged against the cardboard.

The ice held it in place though, so it didn't budge as much.

As soon as you felt toasty, you didn't want to leave.

Just thinking about going into the cold, feeling your toes curl up and your hands feel like raw bone.. it didn't suit you.

*Want me to take charge for a bit?*

'Yes please. If not I'll stay here forever, probably. Though this can be a pretty good home.'

*Fine, we can stay here for a bit if we have to stay for the night.*

The ceiling had many different crystals that emanated light. They managed day and night, helping monsters have a basic understanding of it, at least.

It was already getting a bit dark though, so Ghostie took charge and walked out.

You just slept for a bit.


Looking around, it was pretty cool to be in a body.

To be able to influence the world, to be outside of a 10 Square foot circle of flowers.. it was surreal.

Almost too surreal, actually.

I tripped on my(?) Own feet.

And fell face first on the ground.

Back in my body, I am actually pretty lean.

Buttercups helped me with that.

But in Frisk's case, moving was incredibly difficult, taking into consideration how gluttonous she could be.

She wasn't even that fat! Maybe just 10 pounds over the limit, but still!

I always wondered why obesity was so hard to conquer.

Now I knew why.

Taking a moment to accommodate myself, I marched on.

*You found an IceCap!*

Narration wasn't as fun without an audience, but with such a habit, it would slip out with anything.

"My cap is so great, amiright?"

I decided to cheer him on, but then I cut myself short.

I forgot.

Having a body to care for, I needed to remember Frisk as well.
This curse is something directly placed on the soul, and it could hurt her as well.

What a pain.

No!

What would frisk do…?

Hm..

Squinting my eyes as much as they could go, I tussled her hair to make it as curly as it was before.

Nevertheless it barely worked.

But I was..

Determined!

It still didn't work.

IceCap was just waiting for his turn, calling other monsters to look at his cap.

They just ignored him, saying that Aaron was more modest.

Well that's just cold.

Ahahahahahaha pun.

Pressing the act button, I complimented him.

My sign language was really rough after so much time…

How did she make such fluid movements?

When I complimented him, I tried saying 'Your cap is amazing!'

But I might have said 'Your crap is amusing!'

So That's how we almost got stabbed by an icicle.

It's a work in progress.

I was pretty tired after, but, with the power of determination, I kept on.

Can't just wake her up. After all, she let me sleep, who am I to take that right?

….

Yep I wasn't gonna do anymore.

I flopped back into the box clumsily, feeling the plush pillow underneath, and I then went into the reaches of her mind.

She was sleeping on the bean bag chair.

I gently picked her up and threw her out of the classy window, which happened to be the gate to her body.

She was still sleeping.

*Jeez.*

'Wake me up insideee'

*Horrible quote by the—HEY WHY WERE YOU AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME ARGH*

*HOW JUST HOW*

'How do you think I got fat? Two words, night, eat.'

*So you trick your granny and eat at night?*

'it doesn't sound cool that way…'

*IT SHOULDN'T.*


Getting up and out of the box, you went through the clearing.

Walking forward, you saw a sign, as well as one of the posts you found earlier.

[NO MOVING WHATSOEVER, ESPECIALLY HUMANS! *bork*]

That won't do. You had to go on no matter what.

You walked on, to find a station with a dog in it.

He had two daggers, a bandanna, dogtooth print pants, a pink shirt, and oddly enough, he was smoking a dog bone.

The smell of smoke was disgusting, smelling of rotten beef jerky sautéed in fish brains.

You took a photo of it.

"What was that moving? I hate it when people move! Especially if they are humans! If a human moves, ill make sure they never move again! *bork!*"

Oops.

*Doggo is suspicious!*

You decided to walk slower than death itself, which is feat, since sans' normal gait can make a snail impatient. Those snails knew how to get their party on, too.

He summoned a dagger, chucking it at you at a…!

Reasonably paced speed.

It was blue, so taking Sans' shady advice, you stayed still.

It came closer…

Closer…

CLOSER

Then it passed through you with no incident.

And you felt invincible.

"HUH? It disappeared? How?"

You walked a tiny bit closer, until you were right behind him.

His tail was erect in apprehension.

You pet him.

"WHOAT!? PET? PAT? POT? PEET? IVE BEEN PET! PAT PAT"

Your curiosity got the better of you. You kept on petting him.

"WHAT IS THIS INVISIBLE FORCE THAT IS… PAT PAT PETTTING ME?"

You stopped 5 minutes later. Doggo had given in to the force of cuddles.

"Pet.. pat… matpat… pot…. Gosh I'm going to need some dog biscuits for this."

He got up off of the snow and proceeded to light all of the biscuits in the box, munching a few in the process.

You walked away, feeling happy. His fur was pretty thin and wiry, but it was still pretty cool to touch.

You didn't regret it.

*Sadist.*

'What's a sadist?'

*What you are.*

Perhaps it's a compliment?

*uh… Yeah. It's a compliment.*

'aww.. Thanks!'

*Don't mention it. Literally.*