This chapter is really short, I apologize in advance. Also, you may not understand what the hell is up with Frisk at the moment, but worry not, my children, I'll cover that in the next chapter. For now, enjoy this little one.

The narrator is Amisia.

For some reason, only Frisk is thrown into the fight with the Dummy. This surprises both of us. Why aren't both of our SOULS summoned? Like when we "fought" Flowey?

Is it something that every monster chooses for their own fight, or is something else determining it?

I don't have the answer, and I don't waste too much time thinking about it right now. I am too hypnotized by the battle playing out before me. I have always wondered what the fights in Undertale look like to bystanders, and it finally looks like I'm about to get that answered.

Fascinating.

I've never seen it before.

I hear the encounter-sound effect as the little red heart of Frisk's is summoned by the Dummy, as soon as they step close to it. The SOUL is red, glowing brightly and hovering in the air right before them. Frisk's eyes are closed - they don't need to have them open (they're channeled entirely through their SOUL, and I know that they can see without having their eyes open. Even if what their SOUL sees is a little different from what we normally see). They must be able to still see me and Toriel, but Frisk is facing the Dummy and ignoring us entirely. The Dummy's SOUL is also out of it's woollen body. Like every other monster's, their SOUL is a shade of silvery grey. It's glowing too, but not as bright as Frisk's is.

"Anticipation" must be playing to Frisk (and possibly also the Dummy), but I can't hear it. It's still the piano tunes of "Ruins" for me.

You encountered the Dummy.

The SOULS are circling eachother in-between the human and the monster.

And then, Frisk's SOUL starts talking to the Dummy's SOUL. The voice is low, merely a whisper. It's really odd to listen to. Their voice sounds a little distorted, but then again, it's entirely their voice. I also can't hear what they're saying, but the tone of voice is mild and friendly. Frisk's lips are not moving.

But the Dummy didn't seem much for conversation.

Due to my prior knowledge of everything that's going on, I instinctively glance at Toriel to see her reaction. And exactly like I could have predicted, she seems pleased with Frisk as they choose to talk their way out of the FIGHT, instead of FIGHTING.

I am also relieved about it.

It means Frisk's mind-set is pacifist at the moment.

Which means we'll be able to get through the UNDERGROUND in what would have been "True Pacifist" in the game.

… That being if we keep acting (and only ACTING) like this all the way, at least.

Frisk's eyes flicker open as the battle ends, and they instantly turn their focus to me and Toriel. They are used to going in and out of battles, and shifting between the two must be natural for them … Contrary to how I reacted.

"Ah, very good! You are very good." She is beaming. I can't help a smile.

"That is exactly how I want you to act if you are attacked!" Frisk's eyes are darting to me. Why? I do my best to ignore Frisk and look at Toriel instead. I send her a smile and nod in understanding of what she said.

Toriel smiles and walks out of the room and into the next, without another word.

Frisk and I have no other choice than to follow her.

But as we walk through the door, Frisk touch my hand. I pull my hand to myself reflexively in start and look down at Frisk. They look a tiny bit shocked, but I can see the determination flushing through their cheeks. I suddenly notice one of their eyes sparkling the same shade of red (determination, too?).

They look me right in the eyes before raising their hand again, and holding it next to mine, an invitation.

"Can I?" Huh? I look down at our hands. They want to hold my hand again?

Well ... okay, I guess. I don't see why I shouldn't want them to do that. I shrug.

"Sure. But why?"

They take my hand and dig their head further into their sweater. They also smile a little.

"Feels nice."

I raise an eyebrow … which they do not see, as they're no longer looking at me, but straight forward as we start walking again.

"Uh-huh?"

I am not convinced that it's the whole story.

...

But … I decide to shrug it off.

They don't need to tell me eveything. At least not right now.

We join Toriel in the next room.

Also, thank you - people who are reviewing my story ... I really appreciate your support!

Also, hehe, I'm looking just as much forward to see how this will turn out as you are.

And, to you guys who can't wait for certain episodes ... I don't think you're gonna be disappointed. I have a (skele-)ton planned (*wink-wink*)

Sorry, that was an awful pun. Writing as Sans really got to me, huh?

... Stay determined!