UNDERTALE BELONGS 2 TOBY FOX
CHAPTER 10
Frisk stood in the warm, glowing reassurance of a save star within the depths… of… the junk yard. Every part of her body was warm, and she didn't feel pained. Frisk stepped out of the glow, and continued forward. Frisk wasn't feeling up to it, but giving up was also not an option.
Frisk rubbed the back of her neck as she stepped over old cereal boxes. (Meta-marshmallows? A box of regular cereal, except with that box-shaped robot from the poster.) She also stepped over things like half finished plates of spaghetti with a putrid scent, and notes with hearts that have been scribbled on. (They were for somebody named… Alplnys? Or Alphys? It was hard to read what it said.)
Frisk approached an orange-colored cooler. It looked a little beaten up and dirty. Frisk hadn't noticed until she looked at this cooler that she was hungry. Her stomach rumbled, waiting to be filled with food. She looked in her green bag. She gasped when she found that the cinnamon bunnies were soggy and squashed, the half eaten one was moldy. Frisk tried to grab one out of the bag, but it fell apart, and landed in the sandy water. She tossed the moldy one into the water as well. She then, attempted to bite into one of the soggy cinnamon bunnies. It dripped through her fingers, and the bite she managed to get tasted more like salty dirt than anything else. Frisk opened the cooler, and found some neatly wrapped bars inside.
She picked one up, and somehow, it was perfectly dry. On the orange label, were the words 'ASTRONAUT FOOD: Strawberry Sensation' Frisk's mouth began to water at the sound of it. She grabbed both of the bars in her hands, and dumped them into her item bag. She patted it, then she noticed that one of the bars wouldn't fit.
She took the bar, and unwrapped it. It looked like a breakfast bar, but it seemed dryer. Frisk bit into it, and she tingled at the wonderful taste. She devoured the bar in mere seconds. Frisk then continued walking through the sandy water that went up to her ankles.
She looked to her side, and she saw a training dummy. Like the one in the ruins, but this one felt different. It just did. It's button eye, and its stitched parts looked... different. But it wasn't. Frisk felt worried about this dummy for some reason. She had talked to a dummy before, but this one seemed a little too intimidating to conversate with.
Frisk continued cheerfully, but before she could leave the area, she heard a loud splash. Frisk looked over to see the training dummy with glowing red eyes, staring right through her. It fazed through the water, then appeared right in front of Frisk. She fell backwards in surprise. (Hey, at least the Astronaut Food is wrapped, right?) "Are you too intimidated to fight me!?" He shouted in a human-like voice. "I am insulted human!" He continued to rant. The color vanished from the world, and Frisk's soul glowed red once more. "Prepare to die!" the dummy said angrily. Then, a ring of other training dummies formed around Frisk.
"DUMMIES… ATTACK!" Then, the ring of dummies emitted scribbles of what looked like white electricity, and hurled them right at Frisk. Frisk ducked quickly. "Ouch!" Said the Mad Dummy angrily. "Hey! Watch where you aim your magic attacks!" Then, the Mad Dummy looked directly at Frisk, with a shocked look in his eye. "I didn't say anything about magic attacks! Forget hearing that!" He shouted. The dummies once again, hurled more magic at Frisk. She ducked a little too quickly, and found herself with a mouthful of sand and filthy water. She sputtered and spit, but the flavor of dirt wouldn't leave her mouth. "AGH! You dummies! I told you to not shoot at me! You're all fired!" The Mad Dummy shouted. "Shoo!" Then, the dummies stalked away quietly. "Heh, no matter…" said the Mad Dummy. Then, a bunch of mechanical whirs filled the room.
Out of nowhere came another ring of dummies, but they were shiny, and made of metal, and loose bolts. "Now you shall die!" The Mad Dummy said angrily. Frisk expected them to use more magic, but instead, the went full kamakazi and used… rocket power? They blasted themselves in Frisk's direction. Frisk ducked again, quicker than before, but luckily not having to eat dirt. Frisk heard a loud explosion, then the Mad Dummy yell. Frisk looked up to see the Mad Dummy, but he was mad as ever. "AH! Can't I have friends who DON'T attack me!? BUZZ OFF!" He shouted at the mechanical dummies. "WHO NEEDS FRIENDS WHEN YOU HAVE KNIVES!?" The dummy shouted, and a knife appeared beside his head and was aimed directly at Frisk's glowing soul. Frisk covered it with her hands, knowing it wouldn't do any good. The Mad Dummy hurled the knife at Frisk, and it sped through the air as Frisk simply stepped out of the way. She felt the hilt of the knife barely graze her shoulder.
"I'm… out of knives… BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER! I can't hurt you, and you can't hurt me! So that means you'll be stuck… fighting me… FOREVER..." said the Mad Dummy. He started laughing maniacally, and the world didn't get it's color back. The Mad Dummy began howling with laughter. Frisk began to grow worried that this battle WOULDN'T end, that was until the Mad Dummy started gasping and growling. "WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!? ACID RAIN?" Said the dummy. Then, he ran off, whimpering like a dog.
Napstablook the ghost appeared, he was teary-eyed as usual. He had large, and sad eyes, and he was almost always frowning. "Oh…" he said in his usual quiet voice. "I'm sorry for ruining your fun… and it looked like you were just starting to have fun too…" Ghostly tears leaked down his face. Frisk wanted to find a way to cheer him up, and she couldn't help feeling bad for this ghost. The color faded back into the underground at last. "Well… uh… my house is up here… in case you probably wanted to… visit… umm… bye…" Napstablook said as he turned, and drifted toward his house.
Frisk looked down at her boots, which were difficult to see through the muddy water she was standing in. She stepped out of it, wondering if her boots would be ruined by this.
Frisk then, stepped out into an area. This area felt… quiet. Peaceful. Calming. She smiled as she reached out for the comforting, warm, gold glow of the save star. Frisk giggled as she thought of the single word that came to her mind every time: Determination.