Log 2:
Author:{REDACTED}
I've found my subject, a boy around the age of ten, whose name is Shane Whitewalker. He's rather small for his age and is extremely malnourished. His skin is pale and covered with scars. He wears a black jacket and black pants, along with white shoes.
His eyes were brown, but due to the changes I've made to his soul, the colour of his eyes are a bright Cyan. His hair has also changed going from black to silver.
Speaking of the changes I've made to his soul, I've given him a unique soul, one that has never been seen before. With my power and my mastery of the void, I've given him a soul this cyan with a silver glow.
This soul will allow him to use magic, with potential that matches both of my sons. He'll have access to all types of soul magic and the high stats
I've also given him a bag, which has a laptop with the game Undertale, along with some tips from me. The bag also has food and drink, I am not quite sure he can survive the first couple days in my world without it…
Ugh, what the heck…?
A small boy is passed out on a bed of flowers, a large grey bag is right beside him. His eyes slowly open and analyze his surroundings. He slowly sets himself up, his entire body ached with a dull pain.
Ugh...where the heck am I?!
The boy slowly gets up, he picked the bag and mounted it on his shoulders. He looks around, and finds a door, he enters the next room, where a lone flower awaits him. The flower perked up and looked at him before recoiling in shock.
"What the heck, another human!?" The kid recoiled in shock upon hearing the flowers voice, What the flip! This thing TALKS!? He took a cautious step forward.
"H-hey I'm kinda lost here, could you maybe help?" He felt so stupid at that moment, asking a flower for help. The flower's original look of surprise morphed into a friendly smile, but the kid could feel something sinister about the flower, it made him gulp in worry.
"Oh gee, sorry 'bout that pal! It's not everyday you see a human down here!" The thing said.
"Down here?" Shane asked, visibly confused. The flower just laughed the entire question off.
"Oh silly me, I forgot to introduce the setting! You're currently in an Underground, filled with monsters!" The boy gasped in fear.
"M-monsters!?" The flower nodded with a smile.
"Yup, monsters. Those dangerous things that haunt you in your nightmares! Except their real! And after your soul!" The boy backed up in fear, nervously sweating. His mind came up with one question.
"W-well how do I stop them?!" The flower let out a sinister chuckle.
"Well, it's simple really!" Suddenly floating white seeds came out of nowhere, a cyan heart with a silver glow appeared near his chest. "You need LOVE!" The boy cocked his head.
"Love?" The flower nodded.
"You see that heart? That's your soul! It starts out weak, but the more LOVE you get, it grows stronger!" The boy stared ahead at the seeds, there was something off about them.
"H-how do you gain love?" The flower gleefully cackled.
"Simple, get hit by my friendliness pellets!" Nope. Just nope. He didn't know if this flower took him for an idiot or something, but nope. Like heck was he about to stand there and get hit by the projectiles! He easily sidestepped the ones that flew at him.
"Um, let's try that again, shall we….? Actually you know what screw it." Seeds surrounded him, encircling him, the boy squeaked in fear. "DIE."
As the seeds came closer to the poor boy, a ring of fire appeared around him and instantly destroyed the deadly projectiles. At the same time, Flowey was yeeted away by a ball of flame to the face. "Such a miserable creature, torturing such a poor, innocent, youth!" A massive hulking figure came into view, a goat lady stepped through the door. The boy instantly tried to runaway. "Do not fear my child!" the voice pleaded.
Against his better judgement, he looked at the figure before him, "I am Toriel, Caretaker of the ruins. If am being honest, I am surprised to find another human so soon." The boy blinked at her.
"A...are humans rare around these parts?" Toriel smiled sadly at the innocent question, she let out her hand.
"A discussion best saved for another time." He took her hand and set himself up again, they walked through the ruins, where Toriel explained how puzzles work, and showed him through all the puzzles. They reached a rather long hallway.
"My child, I need to go do something important, I'll be at the end of the hallway. If it's not too bothersome, may you please walk through the hall alone?" The boy nodded at the request. "Thank you, my child."
The boy began walking down the hall, he walked all the way to the halfway point without any disturbances, however, he couldn't help but notice...it was rather dusty in here. Clouds of dust flew by him, and he felt something off about the dust.
It carried a sense of despair and hopelessness, it carried the essence of sorrow, regret, his mood turned sombre as he walked through the hallway.
POW!
He was knocked to the floor with an incredible amount of force, his stomach ached as if a brick was smashed against it. His head turned with fatigue, his assailant a small frog that had a look that screamed hate.
His eyes leaked with angry tears, magic bullets manifested from thin air and were shot at him. The attacked him at once, with the pain of a thousand needles stabbing into the boy's skin. He screamed in pain. He fell to the floor.
The frog charged another attack, preparing to put the kid out of his misery. "Begone you fiend!" A ball of flame came behind the pillar as an enraged Toriel stepped forth, her attack knocked the frog unconscious.
She walked over to the child with haste in her step, "Dear goodness! My child are you alright!?" No response came, Toriel hugged the kid and a green light washed over him. "Forgive me, my child. I didn't know that would happen! They-" The wrapped his arms around the goat, causing her to gasp. She felt something wet on her shoulder.
Her child was crying. Coming to that realization she swiftly scooped him up in her arms and started rubbing his back comfortingly, "there, there now. Panic not. I will keep you safe." She glances at the Froggit, who had just recovered, and was glaring daggers at the duo.
"Why? Why did you betray us!?" Toriel glared right back, though internally she was shocked.
"Betray you? How!?" The frog had angry tears running down his cheeks, Toriel could sense it, beneath his anger lie a heartache he never could imagine to experience.
"First, that human you lovingly call a child starts killing every monster in the ruins, and next you go and adopt another one! Do you want us all dead!?" Toriel gasped, shocked and enraged by the accusation.
"You dare accuse my child of such heinous acts!?" She growled, normally any other monster would back off upon hearing her growl, but whatever happened to this Froggit gave him guts of steel. He merely scoffed at the accusation.
"Look around us, there is dust everywhere!" He was right, clouds of dust flew past them, far too much dust. The froggit had enough of Toriel's stubborn beliefs, and angrily hopped away. Toriel stood there, stunned to her core.
"My child, are you alright?" She asked when she finally recovered, the boy had gone quiet.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine."
"Good. I will take you back to my house." She carried him through the ruins, he was surprisingly light for a boy of his age. She wondered if she should go find Frisk as well, but something deep within in her told her not too, that it wasn't a good idea.
Perhaps I'm still in shock from that encounter? Because surely, there is no way such a young, innocent youth could ever aim for the eradication of so many monsters!...right? She must've killed one or two by accident!...right?
They reached home, in an uncomfortable lost in thought or afraid to make any conversations. She placed the boy down in a chair, "wait here my child, I will go warm up some pie." She came back with a plate full of pie.
The boy tried one curious bite, his mouth was instantly flooded with a sweet and delicious flavour of cinnamon and butterscotch flood his mouth, while he chewed on the crunchy texture of the pie. "Mhm! This is really good!"
Toriel smiled, "I am very glad you like it, I made it when the other human fell down here!" The boy's mood soured upon mentioning the 'other human'.
"Miss Toriel," he said, "Is what that monster said true, is the other human going around killing people?" Toriel's expression deflated. She sighed and sat down as well.
"If I am being honest, I have indeed noticed something off with her, she seems so uninterested in everything, like she's seen it before. She also tends to resort to violence, I even saw her kill a monster!"
The boy whipped around and stared at her as if she was crazy. "You let her get away with that?!" Toriel sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.
"While I did not approve, a one time kill in self-defence is alright," Toriel said. The duo fell into a dead silence.
"I think it's best we be on our guard." the boy finally said. Toriel could only nod along with unease.
XX
Dust floated around the ruins, clouds of it floated around each and every part. Frisk walked out with her dust-covered blade, reaching the save star, she used it to calculate the remaining monsters.
*Nobody left….
Excellent. The dust-covered child made her way into Toriel's home, throwing the door open. Toriel, who was sitting on the couch, looked at her. "Ah! Welcome back, my child!" She greeted.
"I am just reading a book out to your new sibling!" Frisk cocked her head.
"New sibling?" No matter how many times she resets, this has never happened before. Another human fell down? And she adopted it? Frisk felt a rush of excitement enter her. Finally! Something new!
"Here allow me to do the introductions, Shane, say hello to your sister, Frisk." A boy who was sitting on the carpet turned to face her with a smile, though she could sense unease and fear behind it. He could tell that she was something else entirely, couldn't he?
After the introductions were out of the way, both of them sat down to listen to a story. Frisk took the time to analyze her new 'sibling', he was about as old as her, but he wasn't determined as her, and that was good.
After how far she had come, she couldn't afford to lose her ability to reset. It would screw up everything. So, she was pretty thankful for that. But despite that, she was curious. Could this kid remember the resets? What would he try to do against her?
She wanted to know, how would this change things in a regular genocide route? Could Flowey absorb his soul, as he did to the others? Could she get a different ending? These questions raced through her head throughout the story.
When going to bed, Frisk had made her mind up. She'd let the boy live, if it meant seeing something new, why the heck not!
*Fascinating...how very fascinating….