Feel free to vote for any one of these titles below! I think I'll leave the voting open for… I dunno, is another five chapters enough for you guys? Or do you all need longer? (And again, thank you to the people who've already voted!)

The Magic of Souls (1)
Tales of Monsters, Humans, and Fairies (1)
Fairies and Monsters Gone Fowl (6)
Stories About Fairies, Monsters, and Two Bizarre Humans
Fairytales (11)
Temporal Dynamics for the Magically Inclined (6)
Okay Flowey, Stop Traumatizing the Fairies (5)
Underground Fairies
A Fairy Strange Crossover

Someone here pointed out to me that some people that read this might not necessarily know a lot about the canons of Undertale or the Artemis Fowl series, or might need reminders about canon events. So, whenever something entirely from Undertale or Artemis Fowl canon pops up from now on, I'll put an asterisk next to it and then make a note about it at the end of the chapters for you guys! (Also, if you need something mentioned before this chapter clarified, go ahead and ask!) ^.^

"Holly, you do realize that the Council will have your badge for this if they find out."

Holly, hunched over Artemis's commandeered laptop, snorted in amusement. She could tell without even looking around that Artemis didn't give a damn what the Council did at this point, and she full-heartedly agreed with the sentiment.

"What the Council doesn't know won't hurt them until it comes back to bite them in the ass later," she retorted cheerfully. She carefully read over the email she'd just finished composing to send to the Dublin police.

Dublin Chief of Police

I don't have much time, so I'll make this quick. I have a contact in the group called Humanity's Resurgence, and they've warned me that one of the people in the group, probably one of the people in charge, has threatened to have innocent monsters killed in order to threaten the Ambassador into doing something for him. You might want to keep an eye out, maybe have the important monsters, like the Queen, escorted by guards at all times, just in case.

Anonymous

Short, and to the point, leaving no room for doubt and dropping no names. Satisfied with the message, and making sure that she was using the email account Artemis had specified, Holly clicked the Send button and smirked in satisfaction as her tiny rebellion against the idiots on the Council was sent flying through hyperspace towards its destination.

"Why do you even have this 'Anonymous' email address, anyway?" She asked. "Please tell me this isn't an account for criminal activities."

He shook his head. "No, I use a different account for that. That account is simply for anonymous communications, namely advice."

"Advice?" Holly scrolled briefly through Artemis's inbox, and her eyebrows jumped up when one of the more recent emails grabbed her attention. That was –

"Artemis, you've been talking to the monster ambassador with this account?! For how long?!"

He hummed thoughtfully and held out one hand to take his computer back. "Since three months after the public was made aware of monsterkind's existence. May I have my laptop back?"

Stunned, Holly handed it over. "For that long? Why – " A memory surfaced, of Artemis handing over information about monsters and their society, claiming to have received it from a reliable source. "Oh my Frond, is that the child you were talking about back then, the one you got the information about monsters from? The Ambassador?"

"Of course."

"And you've been talking to them ever since?"

"In fits and bursts," he nodded and turned to return his computer to its desk. "I keep an eye on the political climates of numerous countries around the world as part of my job as UN representative. I simply took advantage of that information to warn the Ambassador about any possible complications that may come up when they visit certain countries, and any laws or loopholes in said laws that may assist them."

Holly narrowed her eyes at him. "You haven't been doing that while they're here in Ireland."

The Irishman waved his hand dismissively. "I've had no need to. Frisk is, after all, a genius in both politics and social interactions – I would not deign to insult their intelligence by giving them advice when they clearly have next to no need for it."

The elf huffed, reluctantly conceding to his point. Frisk had been doing very well on their own, in everything from everyday politics to avoiding assassination attempts, until their kidnapping. They hadn't needed help until now.

Then again, it seemed now that Frisk might only openly ask for help if they had hit rock bottom, as they had now if what the Recon sprite that had contacted her had said was true.

"I've never seen a human that looked so desperate before," the Lieutenant had said after her official report the day before. "And especially not a kid, Captain. They looked like their world was about to fall apart around them, and I could've sworn I saw them beginning to cry when I left."

No matter what had happened, Frisk had never cried in public. Not once. Not even when they'd had a bullet in their shoulder, which Holly could only imagine would be debilitatingly painful to an untrained civilian fairy, let alone a more physically fragile human. Let alone a human child.

But they hadn't cried. They'd just smiled and tried to reassure the distressed monsters around them even as they were bleeding. That Mud Kid was probably one of the strongest people Holly had ever seen, just for that. Even some LEP officers were hard-pressed to think past their own afflictions, even while their teammates were injured or otherwise distressed.

And yet they had been crying when the sprite, Lieutenant Crane, had agreed to try to get a warning to the monsters.

Honestly, thinking about it now, the kid's behavior was a little disturbing. By all rights, Frisk should have been more worried about themselves in life-threatening situations than the monsters, especially if they were the one injured, but it almost seemed to her like Frisk was putting the monsters first no matter what, even over their own life.

Holly wasn't sure if this was because of their abusive upbringing or because of their theoretical prophetic magic, or if it was just her, but either way, no little kid, human or fairy, should think that way.

"You look concerned. I am assuming that it is not because I contact Frisk so rarely these days."

The elf shook her head. "No, it's not because of that, it's just…" She huffed. "It might just be me, but something about the way Frisk acts is just… wrong. They've always put the monsters first. Even when they got shot, even when they've been kidnapped, they're still putting the monsters first."

Artemis hummed thoughtfully, his brow furrowing. "Hmm. You have a point. They hardly have a healthy mindset for a human child…"

Before he could say anything else on the subject, however, Holly's com unit came to life.

"Captain." It was the Lieutenant again – the sprite had volunteered to take a shift patrolling around the warehouse while she eavesdropped using the tiny microphone she had planted in the Ambassador's cell. And she sounded worried, with a note of grim determination that Holly had heard from herself on some of her bad days. "I don't think we can wait any longer to get the Ambassador out. The human that's been interrogating them? He just threatened to torture them."

You really are a stubborn kid, aren't you, Ambassador?"

Tucked even further back into the corner of their cell for comfort, Frisk stifled a desperate, distressed sob as the wizard's most recent words repeated themselves over and over in their head, long after the door had shut behind him.

"If you were any other kid, I'd let you keep being stubborn. It might have taken longer to get what I need, but I'd still get it eventually. But you're not a normal kid, are you? You're too stubborn. You aren't going to give up the information I need that easily."

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, Ambassador, but if this is what it takes to get you to talk… I'm giving you your last ultimatum."

"If you don't start talking, then I'm going to find a monster, and make you watch every moment of it as I kill them. I'll end its life, and if you don't start talking, I'll find another monster, and do the same thing all over again, and again… until you finally talk.

"Why?" They'd croaked. "The monsters have never done anything to you -!"

"I'm done with Twenty Questions, Ambassador. You will talk, otherwise, those murderers you're protecting will die, one by one… even if it means I have to kill the Queen herself right in front of you."

They couldn't get the words out of their head. They were on a loop, like they were suffering through their own, personal Resets while the rest of the world marched on.

Why? Why would he do something like that?

They knew the answer to that. Hate could make anyone into a monster – not the friendly monsters so dear to them and Chara, but the sort of monster that would make any human shiver and try not to think too hard about what might be hiding under the bed.

I have to do something, but I can't. I've tried everything to get free, and nothing's worked! And whether or not I talk, and give him what he wants, the monsters will die! What am I supposed to do?! A sob leaked out of their mouth, despite their best efforts. Chara, what should I do?!

*…

The ghost had no answers for them. They'd already raged, roared their anger at the walls and cussed at the back of the wizard's head as he left, and now, apparently, they'd run out of words to say.

Now their only hope was that, somehow, the fairy from earlier had managed to get a warning to the monsters. But there was no way to know if they had.

Please. I'm not asking for much. Frisk squeezed their eyes shut. Please just let her have sent the warning. Please let something just go right for once!

And that was when the door swung open.

Frisk's head came up, eyes wide, half-expecting to see the wizard standing there again with a helpless monster and a knife in tow, but instead, to their shock, relief, and confusion, there was a small, unfamiliar figure standing in the doorway.

Only at most a meter tall. A dull green, professional-looking jumpsuit complete with armored patches and a sleek futuristic helmet. An honest-to-God ray gun on her belt. Green gossamer wings laid across her back.

Despite the wings of flesh and blood* and the color of the jumpsuit that set her apart from the ones in the Underground that Flowey had described, the figure was most certainly a fairy.

"Chin up, Ambassador." It was the same woman's voice from before, coming out from underneath the fairy's helmet. "The monsters have been warned, and we're getting you out of here."

Lieutenant Ivy Crane had never seen a kid that looked so relieved to see a Recon officer in her life, and the feeling it gave her was somewhere between gratifying and furious.

Gratifying because, although Recon officers were often more at risk than any other surface-going officer, most of the attention and the thanks went to the Retrieval teams that came in their wake. She'd never held it against those fairies, but it got more than a little frustrating when you risked your life for them with nothing but a simple Neutrino and a wingset, and the heavily-armed Retrieval team that hardly did any work got the credit. The only people that seemed to appreciate Recon sometimes were the Retrieval officers themselves.

Furious because, thanks to her microphone, she'd heard every damn thing that bastard of a human had said to the Mud Kid, and what he'd said…

He threatened to not only kill their friends in front of their very eyes but their adopted mother as well.

You didn't do that to a child, no matter the species, and if she ever got the chance, she was going to shoot that bastard between the eyes, no matter the consequences.

Thank goodness the Captain (and hadn't that been a shock, realizing the one technically in charge of this operation was the Captain Holly Short) agreed with her full-heartedly, and had been more than willing to agree with her insistence to rescue the kid now, no matter the grumbling from other fairies.

Of course, she thought grimly as she cut the ropes binding the stunned human's wrists and feet (and that was another thing that ticked her off, right there, the blasted human had tied those ropes so tightly they'd left rope burns. Painful looking ones, on a kid), that means that this rescue's gonna be as tricky as luring a troll out of its den without being eaten.

The original plan for getting the kid out was fairly simple. The techies and Recon officers would use a combination of human cameras and on-site patrols over the course of a couple of days to determine the schedule of the human guards, and then the techies would put all the cameras on loop so that she and her partner could knock out the guards the same way she had the day before, and sneak the Ambassador out and past the guards using gaps in between the patrols.

But they didn't have time to wait a couple of days anymore. Not with the threat of emotional torment looming over the kid's head. So the schedule had changed drastically. They had no idea when The Bastard was coming back – he didn't seem to have a schedule like the guards did, just came and went at random hours of the day and now the night (another tick on her "Ways to Piss Me Off" List – the son of a troll had the kid so paranoid by coming at night that it was obvious that they hadn't slept and there were dark circles the size of Jupiter's Great Red Spot under their eyes!) That meant that they had to move as quickly as possible because, for all they knew, he would be back in five minutes to keep tormenting his prisoner. Which meant there was no time to set up more than a few loops on the cameras watching the Ambassador's cell door, nor to set up the mind-wiping equipment in the building they'd been considering beforehand. They'd have to make do with the Tara shuttleport**.

"Why not?" the Captain had reasoned when asked about this. "We're going to be mind-wiping the kid anyway, right?"

She'd sounded more than a little bitter as she'd said this, and Crane was inclined to agree with the sentiment, now that she was standing in front of the kid she'd just untied, and they were looking ever-so-slightly down on her in unadulterated relief.

"You're here to get me out?" They breathed, with so much rawness in their voice that it was clear they didn't quite believe their ears.

Crane smiled grimly beneath her helmet. "Yeah, I am. We can't let humans like these know about us, and considering the threat that human that left just made, I don't think you could've held out much longer without telling him something."

She turned sharply on her heels and gestured for the kid to follow her. "Come on, Ambassador. Let's hurry up and get you out of that bastard's reach before it's too late."

Due to multiple people requesting more of the sprite Lieutenant from the last chapter, she will now be a reoccurring character and maybe even a main character in the series! Thus, she has been named. Her full name is Ivy Crane, but until one or more of the main characters get to know her better on a personal level, she'll either be referred to as "Lieutenant" or "Crane."

While I'd love to have Frisk constantly interacting with Artemis's fairy friends once they're on better terms with the fairies, it just logically makes more sense for them to encounter other, non-Fowl-related fairies first, and those fairies would have just as much of an impact on how Frisk sees the fairies as a whole. Lieutenant Crane here is making a great first impression on someone who doesn't know their memories are going to be erased later, eh?

*"Wings of flesh and blood:" Lieutenant Crane is a sprite, and sprites in the AF books are the only fairy race that has actual wings instead of using mechanical wingsets like all the other fairies. Their wings are one of the most vulnerable spots on their bodies and contain several major arteries. A sprite that gets shot down via the wings and doesn't get medical attention can die, either from the fall or by bleeding out. They also have green skin, and the male sprites are apparently very flirtatious… or at Chix Verbil is.

**"The Tara Shuttleport:" in the AF 'verse, the LEP fairies get to the surface via shuttles that travel up through vents in the earth's crust – they fly up them or they ride magma bursts to make better time if they're in a rush. There are several shuttleports scattered across the world, and Tara is their shuttleport in Ireland. During the Techno-Crash, the Tara shuttleport was exposed thanks to all the explosions going on but has since been repaired, re-hidden, and the memories of all humans that saw it have been wiped. Speaking of the Techno Crash, I'll talk about that in the notes in the next chapter if there's enough space for it... I'm running out of room here...

Now worldbuilding, with questions from Jack54311 again: "When Frisk Loads, what happens to the current timeline? I know Frisk has to die for it to happen, but what about the body? Or Chara? And does LOADing create a timeline, or do they jump into a pre-existing one? What happens to that timelines Frisk and Chara?"

In M est P, though the different timelines of Undertale are, well, different, they all start with the same starting point. The way I think of it is that the timeline as a whole (let's call it the timestream so as to be less confusing), including all the different possibilities of Undertale routes, is like a string that's started to fray at one end. Some of those split ends have been woven together again into a number of new strands, and some simply cut themselves off before they can join any new strands. The things that take place before Frisk falls into the Underground is the intact part of the string – those events are set in stone and cannot be changed (unraveled) because the Resets only take Frisk back to when they fell. However, at the point where Frisk HAS fallen, the "string" that is the timestream has frayed into a chaotic mess of strands – these are the different timelines. Depending on the actions Frisk (or Flowey, when he was in control) takes, they'll travel along one of these many strands until they reach one of the possible "endings", meaning they either die (the strands that cut themselves short) or reach a Pacifist, Neutral, or Genocide ending (the ones that weave themselves back together at the ends.)

What Frisk does when they LOAD using a SAVE star is backtrack along the particular strand of time they're currently traveling on, while keeping their memories of what has yet to happen. They're essentially rewinding time on everything around them and even their own body while leaving their SOUL somewhat untouched. (Another, simpler way of putting it would be to say that Frisk's soul is traveling back in time, and ONLY Frisk's soul.) This is what allows them to keep their memories of the different paths they've gone down, even while their body has been restored to a previous state (and in Chara's case, they remember because they are literally nothing BUT a soul at this point). As a result of this, it's actually unknown if the Frisk and Chara of those timelines that never come to pass actually exist. On one hand, you'd think they wouldn't, because when Frisk changes events in the timeline, the events that lead to those "other" Frisk/Chara duos existing never happened in the first place. On the other hand, Frisk and Chara still have the memories of those "other" Frisks and Charas, which implies that they still exist – after all, memories are what make you who you are. It's a real paradox. In order to avoid existential headaches, the kiddos prefer to think of there being only one Frisk and Chara that have memories of different timelines.