Underleague

Chapter 2

Author Notes: Here we go, chapter 2~ Already we have people taking an interest into this story! Comprehensible is our first reviewer! In addition The Rude Girl and KnightsKing reviewed!

Rikudou no Shinju faved and followed! deadlyswarm followed. That is so awesome! Sen and I don't own Pokemon or Undertale

3rd P.O.V

The sounds around her was faint, she couldn't even see. All Frisk wanted to do was go back to sleep, she hurt all over. "Eee-Evee!" The cry of her partner woke her up. Snapping her eyes open, she took in the sight of white and brown fur.

With relief Frisk took the little fox into her arms, snuggling into her warmth. Looking around, Frisk found she was in some sort of cave, far, high up into the cavern, she saw a tiny hole of light.

Leading to where she originally fell. Scared, hurt, a sniffle escaped the child, tiny tears left her eyes, worrying her eevee. This wasn't the adventure Frisk wanted, she didn't even have her license.

Now she was down here, no one knew where she was, actually...she doubted anyone would care about her, in fact the reason she left for her pokemon trainer adventure was to get out of the orphanage...

Because she knew, she would never get adopted, no one wanted her. So she cried, her emotions finally bursting free of their contained cages. Surprisingly enough though, someone heard her agony. Someone came.

"Oh my...what a poor innocent dear." Frisk and eevee both look up, seeing an elder woman, about forty years old, with white hair flowing down to her shoulders. She was very pretty, wearing a long purple dress.

Her kind, wise red eyes crinkling in confusion as well as concern at the pair. She kneels down, sighting for any open scrapes, clicking her tongue at the apparent bruises on the childs flesh. "Are you alright my child?" Nervously Frisk nods her head.

This lady wasn't like anyone else she's ever met before, there was this aura...surrounding her. Full of peace and compassion. "Good I'm glad, where did you come from?" She wanted to reply, to answer the question, however her voice was paralyzed.

Unable to speak. And she began getting frustrated with herself. "Can you not speak little one?" Tearing up again Frisk nods, her eevee companion rubbing at her masters side. The aged lady stands up offering her hand.

"Why don't we go to my home, there I can apply some healing ointment onto those bruises, and perhaps get you and your pokemon something to eat?" Hesitantly Frisk places her tiny tanned hand into the big outstreched one before her.

She was warm. "My name is Toriel." The little girl sent Toriel a shy smile, tightening her grip. "Let us go." Eve hopped onto her partners shoulder, placing her bushy fur all over the now giggling childs face.

Her brown hair getting messy in the process. Toriel couldn't hold her laugh, she was glad to see the mysterious child feeling better. Throughout their walk Toriel took to being Frisk's guide and protector very seriously.

Not too many people lived here in what was called the "Ruins" but the people who did were rather edgy and rambunctious, always wanting to battle. What shocked her though was the child's confusion and lack of understanding when it came to battles. A young girl with a whismur came along.

Whismur the whisper pokemon. Usually it is very quiet and only murmurs, but when frightened or in danger its volumes rises to high shrieks.

wanted to challenge Frisk, but all she had done was tilt her head in confusion, her face scrunched up in thought, before shaking her head back and forth. Disappointed, the challenger just left.

"My child...do you not know how to battle?" Her reply came as a sheepish shrug. This whole time Toriel had believed Frisk had been told to come here by Professor Pine and had simply injured herself while traveling.

Now though...this changes everything. "Oh dear...I had believed that you came here to challenge the Underleague." Frisk frowned, she had never heard of it. Wanting to communicate more, Toriel asked one of the neighbors for a pad and paper. "What happened to you?"

Her handwriting was rather sloppy, big stuttering letters. 'Was chased by a bear pokemon and fell.' Shocked and speechless Toriel just stood there, reading the passage over and over.

Suddenly Frisk was enveloped into a hug, startling her for a moment, but then she relaxed, gripping onto Toriel's dress. "I'm so sorry that's happened to you. How old are you? Heh, I don't even know your name, could you tell me?" Shakily she wrote her name and age.

'I'm Frisk and I'm ten years old. I was supposed to see Mr. Pine to get my license. I got lost though.' Her heart went out to the child, Toriel was filled with determination. She would help this sweet little girl. "Well in that case, let's go to my home where I can officially license you." Frisk's eyes popped open.

Quickly she replied to the statement. 'You can do that?' With a wink Toriel giggles, waving her hand about. "Oh you'd be surprised, back in the day I was quite the pokemon professor. Though I'm retired, I still have the equipment, and the authority to license trainers."

There was a twinkle in those aged eyes, one that sparked something in Frisk's soul. "Time to go to school Frisk. I'll teach you everything you need to know about not only battling, but also the Underleague itself. But first we'll eat, I planned on making cinnamon and butterscotch pie. Sound good?"

To be continued

Author Notes: Yay another chappy done(note I'm much happier with this chapter) and oohhh we got Toriel! Go Goat mom~ Although in this story there are no monsters, so it's kinda weird saying that.

I can imagine this to be Toriel's personalty if she wasn't so disheartened over the death of her kids and the deaths of the other 6 humans in the game. Ok so with that, thank you guys so much, hope you're enjoying this series, mores to come. If you like please feel free to fav/follow/review.