Frisk continued onward into the rocky area. It was indeed beautiful, with the gleaming gems and lighting that seemed to come from both everywhere, and nowhere. It was dim, but a nice dim. He once more jumped when he felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out, puzzled. He had completely forgotten about it in the fall, and he was shocked it wasn't completely destroyed. He slowly opened it and pushed the answer button.
"Hello, this is Papyrus!" Papyrus spoke from the end.
"Oh…Papyrus!" Frisk responded… "Uhh…how'd you get my number?" He was about to ask why they had phones, but then shrugged. He had seen weirder things.
"Oh, it was easy! I just dialed every number sequentially until I got yours." Frisk struggled to hold back a slight giggle. He was of course wary still. After all, the person he had been speaking with was clearly not as welcoming to humans.
"So uhh…what are you wearing?" Papyrus asked.
"Uhh Papyrus…why…do you need to know?"
"Oh it's for a friend. She thought she saw you wearing a gross bandage. You're not…wearing a gross bondage are you?"
"No…no I'm not…" Papyrus responded immediately after. "Oh, good! That's all I needed to know. Have a nice day!" Papyrus abruptly hung up. Frisk shivered when he considered who the 'she' Papyrus was referring to was. He had a bad feeling he already knew who it was. He left the open and entered into a small cavern. The sign above read "The wishing room."
Inside there were blue flowers littered around. He had heard of these during one of the locals during his time in Snowdin. They were echo flowers, and they would echo the last thing they heard…over…and over. As he passed by one, he heard somebody speak. It was a female voice, obviously echoed from the flower.
"A long time ago, monsters would whisper their wishes to the stars in the sky. If you hoped with all your heart, your wish would come true…now, all we have are these sparkling stones on the ceiling…" the voice faded away. Further down, he picked up a different female voice. This one said something different.
"Thousands of people wishing together can't be wrong! The king will prove that." Frisk stared up at the ceiling littered with glowing stones as he continued onward. As he progressed, he heard the same voices talking from two other flowers.
"C'mon sis! Make a wish!" "I wish my sister and I will see the real stars someday…" Frisk turned down one of the corridors, to a dead end. He was about to turn around when he noticed a tiny crack. He pushed his hand on the crack and a door slid open. He proceeded through. Inside was a pond with a wooden bridge leading over it. Along the bridge there were signs. Frisk read them aloud to himself as he went on.
"The War of Humans and Monsters. Why did the humans attack? Indeed, it seemed that they had nothing to fear. Humans are unbelievably strong. It would take the soul of nearly every monster just to equal the power of a single human soul. But humans have one weakness. Ironically, it is the strength of their soul. It's power allows it to persist outside the human body, even after death. If a monster defeats a human, they can take its soul. A monster with a human soul…would be a horrible beast, with unfathomable power." On the signs was a painting of a very disturbing goat-like creature. It almost looked similar to Toriel. But…a war? One that humans created when they had nothing to fear? Intrigued, Frisk looked for more signs, yet they stopped there. Frisk decided to move on. Nearby was another wood, though of less snow. Right on the coast.
As he moved on, suddenly a spear slammed into the bridge directly in front of him. He looked to the trees and saw the armored figure staring out, another spear already in Undyne's hand. Knowing he couldn't swim for safety, Frisk ran. He darted along the bridge, the spear whizzing past his ear. He heard the sound of spears striking the wood of the bridge, one almost making him trip and fall. Finally, he reached another patch of tall grass, where he dove in and tried to calm his breathing as Undyne approached. She moved into the grass, and was standing not more than three steps away from Frisk. She suddenly reached into the grass and pulled out…the same monster child that Frisk had spoken to earlier. Finished for now, Undyne gave up, leaving the grass. Frisk ran out the other side, the monster child in hot pursuit.
"Yo…did you see that?! Undyne just…TOUCHED ME! I am NEVER washing my face again. Man, are you unlucky. If you were standing just a LITTLE bit to the left…don't worry! I'm sure we'll see her again." The kid ran off. Frisk, was really not feeling like running into Undyne again, but he knew that the kid was right.