The grass almost squishy beneath his feet. Frisk had left the dirt pathways, deciding to use smaller side routes. As he crossed over another small bridge over a pond, he heard a passing conversation through one of the many echoing flowers. It seemed to be between a boyfriend and a girlfriend.
"So? Don't you have any wishes to make?" The boyfriend asked. "Hmm…just one…but it's kind of stupid."
Frisk was once more startled by the sudden ringing of her phone. He slowly put it to his ear.
"Hello, this is Papyrus again! Hey, you remember when I asked you about clothes? Well you see my friend, her opinion of you is very…murdery."
"I kind of figured that out already." Frisk responded with a shrug.
"Well, worry not dear human! Papyrus would never betray you. You said you weren't wearing a gross bandage, so I told her you were."
"Oh…uh…gee, thanks." After this the conversation ended. Frisk took a breath before moving on.
Moments later, Frisk passed another flower.
"Don't say that! Come on, I promise I won't laugh." This was the boyfriend speaking again. Before he continued on, he spotted another piece of the writings on the wall. This one read. "The power to take their souls, this is what the humans feared."
In the next room, Frisk found more. "This power has no counter. Indeed, a human cannot take a monster's soul. When a monster dies, its soul disappears. An incredible power would be needed to take the soul of a living monster. There is but one exception. The soul of a monster that is very, very, determined. Though rare, these monster's souls can persist after death, if only for a few moments. A human would be able to absorb the soul, yet this has never happened…and now…it never will."
Frisk felt his heartrate growing higher. It was clear now that this Underground he was stuck in held much more secrets then he was aware of. In the next room there was an odd statue. He paused and looked at it. There was a light over the statue, and there was rain falling on it. Something about it looked familiar…it looked similar to Toriel. Frisk continued on. In the following hallway, lots of water fell from the ceiling, as there were massive waterfalls above them. He spotted the child down a small path. The kid walked over. "If you're walking this way, I guess I'll go with you, haha…"
There was silence for several long minutes. As they passed another flower, the kid stopped and looked at it.
"So…one time. We had a school project where we had to take care of a flower. The king, we had to call him Mr. Dreemurr, volunteered to donate his own flowers. He ended up coming in and teaching the class about responsibility and stuff. That got me thinking…how cool would it be if Undyne came to school?! She could beat up ALL the teachers the way she beats up bad guys!" Suddenly, there was a huge break in the caverns. It was dark, the only light coming from the stones in the ceiling acting as stars. Frisk looked off. In the distance, he could see a castle. The king's castle.
Shivering, Frisk still continued on, determined to get home. When they got to a ledge, the kid offered for Frisk to climb on his shoulders to get up.
"Yo, go on ahead. Don't worry about me, I always find a way to get through!" Frisk watched as the kid went off, before proceeding. Back in the caves, he found more writings. "The humans, afraid of our power, declared war on us. They attacked suddenly, and without mercy. It could hardly be called a war. United, the humans were too powerful, and us monsters, too weak. Not a single soul was taken, and countless monsters turned to dust."
Frisk felt sick. The humans had launched a war on the monsters, when the monsters had done nothing to harm them. He continued to walk…but slower. Soon he approached a bridge and began to cross. Suddenly, he heard a sound. He looked down to find a second bridge beneath him on a lower level. On that bridge he found an armored figure of Undyne staring back up at him. He leapt out of the way, landing on his side just as a spear drove up through the bridge where he stood just moments prior. Frisk spotted Undyne already readying another spear. He started running, almost tripping several times from the small gaps in the wood.
Occasionally, two spears would stab through the bridge. As the chase continued, Frisk noticed the attacks growing more and more rapid. It was getting harder and harder to avoid them as he searched for the exit. He darted down the right when the bridge came to a fork. Shortly after…nothing. The attacks stopped. Frisk thought that perhaps he had finally escaped Undyne. But when he turned around, there she was, standing practically right in front of him. Three spears suddenly dropped, severing the bridge. Frisk found himself unable to scream from the sheer terror as he dropped, down…down…down…