Well hello, fellow mammals. Welcome to the dump, where all us undertale trash live undisturbed in our natural habitat. Also, the formatting may be weird, fanfiction was acting screwey again
Chapter two~ Calling
Frisk was liking her stay with Asgore more and more. She had been with him for awhile now. She learned He was actually a fuzzy pushover, and she was starting to think he wouldn't hurt a fly. He loved flowers and tea, and tried to bake. He attempted to make a vanilla pie for her the other day and failed miserably, creating a sugary mass of goo. It was still pretty good though.
Asgore figured out early on Frisk had a sweet tooth. She had usually hid it when she was aboveground, not wanting to have any more teasing thrown her way, but here she felt more at ease. She had also surprised herself in finding she also had a meat-tooth. Literally and figuratively. She loved Asgore's steak, and even if the goat monster couldn't bake for his life he was a fine chef. He used just the right amount of herbs in what he made to make her never want to eat anything else again.
She worked up the courage to ask Asgore to teach her to cook one day, and he agreed warmly. Unfortunately, the resulting disaster was far warmer than his attitude. She was horrible when it came to cooking. Now she knew why the bacon fries she made in the microwave at home never looked quite right.
She didn't really miss her home. She missed the Internet, sure, but she had so much here that she didn't back there. Quiet, cozy, warm, the feeling that a person actually might care….
Why did she still want to go back?
There was an itching in her chest, an impatience. Something that made her feel like a trapped animal.
Still, she resisted from asking Asgore about how to leave. Her world became the ruins, with its cold purple stone and rather timid monsters. They figured out that Asgore had taken her in, so they didn't bother her. She actually got along quite well with them, explaining things to the Froggits and comforting the Whimsum's.
One day, she was looking through the books on the book self curiously when she realized many of the books were for children. That combined with the child's room made her wonder.
Does Asgore have kids?
She held back on the question for a little while, as she normally did. But eventually she couldn't resist the urge to ask, her curious side winning over her reserved one.
"Asgore… did you have children at some point? I mean… there is a box of kids toys…"
Asgore's shoulders stiffened, and for a moment she wondered if she had made a mistake. Then he turned from his work in the fireplace, eyes welcoming yet sad.
"Yes, I did. Not here though, I kept those toys here in the case of a human child falling down here. One younger than you. There were a few, actually."
Frisk wanted to ask more, but the absence of said children probably meant it was a touchy subject, so she stayed quiet. Asgore sensed her curiosity and let out a deep chuckle.
"It's alright, no need to be ashamed. Curiosity is a good thing if given in the right amount. It's natural to want to know things, especially in a place like this. It must all be so strange to you."
She didn't argue with that. It was certainly strange.
Asgore sat down, yawning.
"Well, there were eight humans before you. 5 of them were young children, and the other three were around your age. I only moved here after the sixth fell down. So I have had experience with two human children. One was a very kind boy named Carlos, and the other was a talkative girl named Amy."
Asgore looked away, staring deeply into the fire.
"They have since… left."
"Left?" Frisk echoed quietly.
"Yes. Child, I must tell you something. You must never leave the ruins. Six humans have died upon leaving, and if one more dies, great sorrow will fill the world. If you leave, there is a great chance you will die, and I do not want to see that happen. I tried to warn the last two, but they tried anyway."
Frisk blinked.
"so… if six are dead, there are two left?"
Asgore did not look at her.
"no. There are none."
"oh."
What happened to the other two then? Did they die here?
Frisk shivered from the thought. Did Asgore do it? No, he wouldn't… would he? No, he seemed too gentle for that. He was sad about it though, so maybe they got sick or fell or something of the like.
"Would you like to help me try to make another pie?" Asgore asked, standing up.
"sure… I guess."
For the next few days, her conversation with Asgore troubled her. Frisk couldn't stop thinking about it one night in bed. "You must never leave the ruins."
Did that mean she was stuck here forever?
Frisk turned on her back, looking up at the old ceiling.
Could she do that? Stay here for good?
What if she did leave? She would miss Asgore… She had grown quite fond of him, though still a little nervous. And… would Asgore miss her?
She doubted it. But at the same time, it seemed logical. He seemed like a very lonely guy, someone who had lost children to some sort of accident.
But maybe she was a burden. Just as she was back where she came from. A nothing, not useful for anything but getting in the way. If that was the case… maybe she shouldn't stick around?
Frisk closed her eyes. She felt like she was being torn between two choices.
How could she leave all this behind? How could she stay and give everything else up?
The troubled thoughts kept her from sleeping. She tossed and turned, and cried out when she caught her new tail on the side of the bed and yanked out a chunk of fur.
She sat up, holding it in her hand. Damn, did that sting.
Frisk stood up, deciding to get some ice to place on it. As she walked towards the door, something caught her eye.
It was her own reflection in the mirror propped against the wall. She had tried to avoid looking in mirrors, partly due to her shyness and partly due to the fact she looked like a freak.
But now as she looked, she realized she didn't. The ears were a soft brown, a little lighter than her hair, with creamy white tips. Her forest green eyes had a new, animalistic look to them, and seemed to glow softly.
Her heart sped up. She didn't look normal. But maybe that was okay. Maybe… maybe she could fit in somewhere. Something in her gut told her that. A new feeling, something kind of familiar…
Something that made her think of the wolf howls she heard before falling.
Frisk stepped away, feeling slightly scared.
She couldn't stay in the ruins.
She would never find the answers to why she was like this, never see the sky again. Never see the stars, the warmth…
She felt guilt settle in her gut. She felt bad. Bad for leaving Asgore when he told her she must never leave.
But that wasn't an option.
…
Frisk had looked all over the ruins, trying to figure out where the exit was. She found no clues, and didn't dare ask another monster in case they told Asgore.
Eventually, she decided to check the basement of Asgore's home. She waited till long past dark as she usually did. No one explained how it got dark in the underground. It just did.
Once she was certain Asgore was asleep and she had steeled her nerves, Frisk made her way towards the stairs. She had learned which floorboards made sound and which didn't, and avoided making any sound. She found she had an aptitude for walking silently, and had practiced in the ruins.
She went onto the first step cautiously. They were made of stone, so she didn't have to worry about sound. It was extremely dark, however, and she lost almost all sight by the time she reached the bottom.
It had quickly gone cold, so cold her breath fogged in front of her. The stairs seemed to lead to a long, stone hallway. Frisk began walking, keeping a hand against the wall. The coldness seeped into her fingertips.
She made her way down, walking around the turning point. She noticed a warm glow ahead, and came upon a room with two lanterns illuminating the room.
And between those two lanterns was a door.
It had the same rune on it that was above the first door she encountered, the three triangles with a winged circle above them. As she approached the door, she noticed even colder air blowing from underneath.
Frisk remembered what Asgore said on her first day. "It gets colder…"
So it really was the exit.
Frisk looked it over before turning around.
She had found her exit, but wasn't going to leave just yet.
She would have to say goodbye to Asgore.
The thought filled her with fear. What would he say? Would he understand?
Would he be angry?
Frisk made her way back to her room and covered herself with the blankets, thoroughly chilled.
She would need to find something warmer to wear.
But that wasn't the important thing at the moment. Right now she had to think of what to say to Asgore.
Frisk looked at the wall, trying to come up with something before her mind drifted away.
...
The next day, she couldn't bring herself to even look at Asgore. Seeing him act so normally friendly made her chest hurt with guilt.
How could she do this?
Asgore seemed to notice after awhile that something was up.
"Is there something wrong, child."
Frisk played around with the collar of her sweater.
"uhhh…. I just wanted to say thank you…"
Asgore blinked, confused.
"huh?"
"for letting me stay here… and being so nice to me. You have no idea how that feels… you were so nice and generous to me, and I'm really thankful for that."
Asgore stared at her, a little shocked, before smiling warmly.
"it's no problem at all. I should be thanking you. It's nice to have some company here in the ruins. It gets lonely here, as you can imagine."
Frisk made herself smaller, feeling blood rush to her cheeks. She was not good with heart to heart feelings.
"but… I also want to say I'm sorry…"
"for… what…"
"For what I'm about to say…"
Frisk took a deep breath, her heart pounding.
"Asgore… I'm sorry…. But I need to leave the ruins."
Asgore's eyes widened. Frisk felt a tug on her heart.
I'm sorry...
"... Child, you cannot leave the ruins..."
"I can't stay here either, can I?" Frisk replied solemnly.
"You can. You can stay here and be safe. I cannot guarantee your safety if you choose to leave."
Asgore stood.
"I cannot stop you either. If you still chose to leave, come down these stairs. But be warned- I may be forced to do something I do not wish to do."
With that, Asgore turned and left, his cape following close behind. Frisk sighed, feeling her eyes burn.
But something else burned too. Her soul.
Determination.
Frisk went to her room and grabbed the torn up messenger bag she had found in the ruins and made sure everything she wanted to bring was there. The faded blue ribbon she found, the pretty stone, the bag of jerky, can of beef stew, water bottle, beat up dagger she found with the ribbon, ripped scarf...
Frisk sighed, picking up the bag and putting it on her shoulder. She tested the strap to make sure it would hold, and slowly began walking towards the stairs, taking in the house for possibly the last time.
She would be able to come back, would she? Then again, Asgore... sounded like he wouldn't let her return. She felt like the scum of the earth, leaving all this behind.
Frisk walked down the stairs, actually welcoming the cold that awaited her at the bottom. The walk was slow and painful. It actually seemed colder than last night, her breath creating bigger clouds this time.
Asgore was waiting for her in front of the door, head lowered.
"so. You've made your choice then, human?" The cold made a massive cloud come from his mouth as he spoke, almost like he was breathing smoke
Frisk gulped, her eyes burning again. He never called her human before. She noticed the lanterns were out, and she couldn't see Asgore's eyes through the dark.
"I'm sorry Asgore..." She said in a small voice before taking a deep breath and raising her head. Feeling her ears move forward, her eyes grow stronger.
Her determination growing stronger.
"but I have to do this." She finished, sounding more certain.
Asgore looked up ever so slightly, and she could see a glimpse of his blue eyes.
He looked like he was seeing a ghost.
"Then I am sorry for what I must do. Seven human souls are needed to break the barrier that keeps us trapped." Asgore began.
Seven... human souls?
"long ago, when I lost my children, I was blind. I started collecting human souls, so I could break the barrier and reign war on the humans that caused me this pain." Asgore's deep voice shook a little.
"I vowed to kill all humans that came here. But one after another... my resolve waned. My anger faded. I no longer wanted this bloodshed, and I realized that if monsters went free, we would suffer great losses. It would mean pain for many innocent souls, monster and human, and I couldn't let that happen. But we already had six souls. My plan had brought hope to monsterkind. When I called it off, someone took my place. The smoke caster, they call him. He dethroned me, and decided to continue my plan. I left, not wanting to see the slaughter of more people. I came here when I realized I could stop them from finding a seventh human soul."
Frisk felt something cold drop in her stomach as she took in all the information, pieced it together.
Those children's deaths weren't an accident after all.
Asgore lowered his gaze again, hiding his eyes.
"I tried to make them stay. Keep them here, safe. But they eventually wanted to leave. And if they left, they would die and cause so much more death. I had a hard choice to make. Let them go, watch them die and monsterkind go free, and see the deaths of countless monsters and humans? Or keep them here so monsterkind can't go free, keeping them trapped but safe. It was one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make. What would you have done, Child? I asked the other humans this before they tried to leave. They both didn't know what to say."
Frisk gripped the edge of her sweater, trying to stop shaking. What would she have done?
"to be honest, I probably would cower and hide if faced with that choice. But... if I did have the strength... I would do neither, I think." Frisk said, her voice quiet again.
Asgore looked at her in surprise.
" That choice has no answers, no white or black. There is no right choice. But the best choice may not be so obvious... it may have to be found. It may require the help and view of others. Some searching around. But in the end, someone is always going to be unhappy, right?"
Asgore sighed, sending another huge fog cloud into the air with his breath.
"You are different than the other humans. You've stayed the longest. Carlos wanted to leave the second day, Amy the third. You've stayed far longer than them. For whose sake, yours or mine?"
Frisk looked down.
"I don't really know... you've been nicer than anyone I know. It was so nice, but... I just can't stay. It's not you, you've given me everything I could have asked for. It's just... I don't know..." She trailed off, unable to describe that itching in her chest.
Asgore shook his head slowly.
"It's not your fault. It was bound to happen. The ruins are small. But know, you must cast aside any feeling of friendship you have for me, and I must do the same."
Frisk looked up quickly.
"w-why?" Is he...
"I'm sorry, child. But it must be done. We must fight."
Frisk stared, shocked, as the world turned black and white with the exception of her and Asgore, just like her encounter with Flowey. She felt that pull in her chest, saw the familiar glow of her soul.
Frisk was filled with dread.
No...
"It was nice to meet you human. I'm happy I was able to spend time with you."
Asgore moved slightly, and a large red trident materialized in his paws, surrounded by fire. The fire lit the room, illuminating Asgore's horns and making them seem more threatening.
"goodbye."
Cliffhanger! I like how the end came out. It went a different way than originally planned, and I like it! I love it when characters take the story into their own hands, and you're left just writing and writing and not knowing where you will end up! I hope Asgore isn't too OOC. And that people like this version of Frisk. I had some inspiration for her from my own OC, who actually is a werewolf (kinda). The similarities end with the eyes and ears though. And the sweet tooth. I have to watch the Mary Sue-o-meter though. This isn't technically an oc, but it could still go down the same road. Like fandom Sans. Oh god fandom Sans. Plz help Cannon Sans defend this monstrosity XD speaking of our skelie…. When he shows up, please do not do bad things to him. He is not meant to be sexualized, though some things I have planned for him may…. Make it look that way. No yuckies, got it XD
As always, I hope you enjoyed and please review or comment or whatever. And if you are here on fanfiction, you should check out my other fanfiction, Skeledad! It's just a bunch of humorous stories centering Sans, Papyrus, and Gaster!
This is such a long AN, I'm sorry XD
Till next time we meet-
Comycat~