Underleague

Chapter 3

Author Notes: We're back phew...type type type, Frisk is going to school~ This is going to be fun~ Rikudou no Shinju and Alistar999 thank you for reviewing~ TheSansMan faved! Libra302 and TheSansMan followed. You guys rule! I don't own Pokemon nor Undertale. Also what do you guys think of the story's pic? It's so adorable~

(EDIT) Also...some of you guys reviewed saying it should be in the crossover for pokemon and undertale...well i tried that, decided oh let's go see if anyone else did some stories, and surprise, it says link error every bloody time i tried getting into that crossover archive.

So for the sake of my sanity and for easy use, it's staying as just an Alternate Universe in undertale and I would like to politely ask that you guys not make a comment about it anymore, because i did try and it doesn't work.

3rd P.O.V

True to heart, Toriel gave the best education possible for Frisk, she was taught everything from mathematics, to reading, writing and finally battling. It was apparent that the elder woman absolutely loved children.

She was so patient and gentle as she went over how to properly care for pokemon as well as the rules to battling. A sense of pride swelled within her as she saw the young child's joy about learning, nothing like the sadness or fear that shone so badly in her eyes.

Her eevee was also growing. Her true nature began to reveal itself, she was a rather careful pokemon, and fiercely protective of her owner. Yes Eve stood loyally by the childs side the entire time. Training right alongside her.

Days turned into weeks, that became months, and progress was excellent! However Frisk wanted to know her way out of the Underleague, she knew she wasn't ready to take on such a dangerous, challenge, especially with her with Toriel, bit by but she was finding it in her heart to trust her, and open up.

That however was where her problems came. "I'm sorry my child, but the only way out is through the league. When people come down here they're here to challenge the gyms and elite four, once you come in, you don't leave until the end."

If Toriel was honest, she'd actually believe that Frisk was more than capable of handling the Underground. Just a few weeks ago she knew practically nothing of pokemon, and any she did learn was from self-research and observation.

Yes she was a bright child, although she lacked confidence, she could go on to be something great. One night, the topic was brought up, there was a change from their now known schedule.

Usually they'd have a nice dinner, then get ready for bed with a nice little story about snail pokemon, but Frisk was tense. Her partner rubbing against her arm, sensing her distress.

Toriel had just recommended that perhaps she try the Underleague out. See the underground society and what it has to offer. Frisk could make friends, both trainers and pokemon, find places she never thought possible.

It would be a great experience for her. At least that's what the retired pokemon professor believed. The ten year old's hand was shaking as she wrote. 'Thank you Toriel.' Red eyes analyze her, wondering what's got her so worked up.

"Whatever for dear one?" They were like a family. 'No one ever wanted me...not even my real parents.' Which is what made it all the more painful to hear, or in this case see what's written. 'I lived in an orphanage for years, I only left because I knew I was never going to be adopted.'

Toriel could feel tears prick at her eyes. 'My only friend was Eve. Even though I was scared, I wanted to see the world and...find a family. Or at least somewhere to belong.' Frisk looked down, staring at her notepad.

She opened her mouth, forcing herself to speak. It had been unused for so long, it came out as a croak of emotion. "P-please...don't make me leave you. Not when I finally found a home..."

Her lip was trembling as fresh salty crystals desperately broke through her eyes. Opening her arms, Toriel took her into a loving embrace, trying console the now grief stricken girl.

"I'm so sorry my dear child, I never meant that I would toss you away. I only thought that it'd be best for you to enjoy life. You're like a daughter to me, please don't cry little one. You do not have to leave if you don't wish to."

Some time passed before Frisk managed to calm herself, her internal fears didn't fade though. Even as she laid in bed with Eve breathing softly in her arms, it didn't help the cold from seeping into her small body or rest peacefully. So laying there she had plenty of time to think.

The young trainer in training thought long and hard. When she was at the orphanage, she couldn't wait to get away, this-this was different though. Toriel treated her like family. Wanted to BE like a family, something she always wanted.

Was she ready to throw it away for the sake of a journey? Obviously not, Frisk was scared, she didn't want to lose what she just obtained. Granted she knew she couldn't stay forever, if she had the choice she would, but it was unlikely.

All pidgey's leave the nest when its their time to move on. Maybe her adopted mom did not want her anymore? Immediately that thought was erased, it was a silly concern. Toriel loved her to pieces.

She was told so on multiple occasions that she was always welcome into the elder lady's home, how nice it was to be here with company. However from a teacher's point of view, her mom thought she was ready to search and learn in a way that can't be studied into books.

Down the hall in another bedroom, Toriel was thinking similar thoughts to her new found daughter. Staring at the ceiling with a small frown on her face, she just couldn't understand why Frisk didn't have the faith in herself to do well.

Toriel has seen many trainers, met several children and experienced so much in her life. And it has been a long time since she's seen someone like Frisk, in fact she reminded her of her eldest daughter Chara.

Both were very bright, beautiful young ladies that showed a lot of heart and talent. They were capable of changing the world for the better, unlike Chara though, Frisk lacked the confidence and self-esteem she needs to do great.

She was so afraid and broken. Something had to be done, otherwise the talents and potential the ten year old had would never properly develop and grow as it should. Shrilly ringing broke her out of her thoughts before it could escalate further.

Gingerly she reached her phone over on the nightstand. Politely answering the phone. "Hello? This is Toriel." On the other line she heard a familiar voice. "Hey mom! It's me~ How are you?" A big smile graced her face.

"Hello dear. I am well, things have gotten a bit busy, but it is always wonderful to talk to you. What about you?" They talked for what seemed like hours, Toriel always looked forward to her children's calls.

At one time she had lived the perfect life, lovely children, a wonderful husband, a peaceful home and pokemon living in harmony. That happiness never lasted, no matter how much she wished for it, the days dragged on in the underground society.

Small organizations of people took to harming both people and pokemon in the hopes of taking control, arguments between Toriel and her spouse escalated to full on quarrels, neither of them were happy, on top of being stressed from their daily duties. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore, she left.

Her son and daughter visited from time to time, however they were growing older and had their own destinies to fulfill. So she spent her days somewhat in isolation, very few people lived in the Ruins.

And despite the separation, Toriel still had a job to do, she was the first test to all who come down to partake in the Underleague. As much as Toriel wanted to challenge Frisk and show her how worthy she was to enter.

It would clearly end in disaster, as she is still very young and inexperienced, afterall the average age of people sent down by Professor Pine is at least sixteen years of age, the age of independence, where life was their teacher and protector.

Sending young Frisk out there, where she could get hurt, lost or worse run into those terrible organizations, it was unbearable to think of. An idea hit her so to speak, while saying goodbye to her sweet son.

"Asriel honey...I am rather curious, do you have any future plans or challenges?" The sounds of shuffling papers caught her attention, he clearly must've been checking his schedule. "Um let's see...no. Looks like I don't have any challengers, if there was Dad would let me know, why?"

Despite the scowl on her face at the mention of her ex, she was delighted with his lack of news. "Excellent~ My son I have a request for you. You see there is a young child staying with me at the moment and -" He is told Frisks story, a spark of interest took form.

Not too often did his mom ask for favors, as she always was a free willed soul. Preferring to do everything herself. "Would you be willing to come over and guide her through the Underground when it's time?"

The request was weird, but also sounded like a ton of fun. "Can do~ I'll start making my way there in the morning, I should be there in a couple days. I'll help in anyway I can! Love you, see you soon~" She gives her farewells as well, before hanging up, steeling her heart for what's to come.

To be continued

Author Notes: Alright this is getting somewhere...too bad Sen and I keep getting ideas about this story...where were these brainstorms weeks ago?

Sen: Head...hurts...ideas that can change the story...that can be just as good.

Mako: Well guys thank you all so much for reading! If you like please feel free to fav/follow/review as we are seriously grateful for any and all support! Tchao for now guys~