"It sounds like it came from over here…Oh! You've fallen down, haven't you…are you okay? Here…get up…Chara, huh? That's a nice name…my name is…"
Frisk groaned as he struggled to sit, blinking his eyes open. The remains of the bridge he had been standing on were close by. He himself had landed in a small bed of yellow flowers growing in the shallow water, the flower cover breaking his fall. He looked around. The voices in his head…they were voices he didn't recognize. He struggled to stand, staring back up. He could no longer see where he had fallen from. He turned the other way and began wading through the shallow waters. When he stepped from the water he looked around. He was in what seemed to be a mini ravine, with pools here or there. Though intimidating it also seemed so…tranquill.
After taking a moment to breathe, he continued through the ravine. There were more writings on the walls, continuing the story of the war from before.
"Hurt, beaten, and fearful for our lives, we surrendered to the humans. Seven of their greatest magicians sealed us underground with a magic spell. Anything can enter through the seal, but only beings with a powerful soul can leave. There is only one way to reverse the spell. If a huge power, equivalent to seven human souls, attacks the barrier, it will be destroyed. But this cursed place has no entrances, or exits. There is no way a human could come here. We will remain trapped down here, forever."
Frisk looked towards the direction of Snowdin, and the ruins. The monsters must not have realized that the roof above the ruins had opened into a pit. It was after all, how he had arrived down here to begin with. However, he remembered Toriel saying that nobody had fallen in a long time…did this mean that he wasn't the first human? The next room was lit only with glowing crystals. There was a lantern at the start of the room. Frisk took the lantern so he could see through the extremely dim lighting. There was more writing.
"Without candles or magic to guide them home, the monsters used crystals to navigate." He continued to bring the lantern into the next room, which had no lighting at all. Suddenly, he heard a voice speak.
"Behind you." Frisk froze, his blood running cold as he heard the sound of metal clanking. He turned to face Undyne, who was now right in front of him. Frisk realized, he was cornered. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
"Seven." Undyne spoke.
"H-Huh?"
"Seven human souls. With the power of the souls, our king…Asgore Dreemurr…will become a God." If Frisk's blood could freeze over, it would have. He recognized the name Asgore. It was the person whom Toriel had said should not make his plan succeed.
"With that power, Asgore can finally shatter the barrier. He will finally take the surface back from humanity…and give them back the suffering and pain we have endured. Do you understand human? This is your only chance at redemption. Give me your soul, or I'll tear it from your body."
Frisk shivered and slowly drew the knife he had put his hand around. Frisk watched as a spear once more appeared in Undyne's hand. She too moved to a fighting stance, and began to charge. Her charge was cut short when the monster kid that Frisk had met several times, suddenly jumped in between them.
"Undyne! I'll help you fight!" The kid looked around, and spotted Frisk. "Yo! You did it! Undyne is RIGHT IN FRONT of you! You've got front row seats to her fight!" Frisk stared, shocked that the kid could be so terribly dense. Suddenly, the kid spoke again. "…Wait. Who's she fighting?" Undyne approached and grabbed the kid by the ear and dragged him away. "H-Hey! You're not gonna tell my parents about this are you?" Frisk let out a shuddering breath of relief and pocketed the knife once more.
Spotting a door off to his right, Frisk proceeded on, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and Undyne. In the next room, were dozens of the echoing flowers, and little yellow fireflies. Frisk once more picked up the conversation from before, between the two lovers.
"Hmm…if I say my wish…you promise you won't laugh at me?"
"Of course I won't laugh!"
"Someday, I'd like to climb this mountain we're all buried under. Standing under the sky, looking at te world all around, that's my wish." Frisk could hear soft male laughter.
"Hey, you said you wouldn't laugh at it!" The laughter stopped.
"Sorry, it's just funny…that's my wish too…" There was one last piece of ancient writing on the walls.
"However…there is a prophecy. The angel…the one who has seen the surface…will return. And the underground will go empty."
As Frisk began to cross over yet another bridge overlooking a deep chasm, he heard the child's voice again behind him. "Yo!" He turned to face him. There was something different though. The child…had lost the playful look he had contained earlier. Instead he almost looked…sad.
"I know I'm not supposed to be here, but…I want to ask you something…" Frisk waited as the kid tried to put words together. "Man, I've never had to ask anyone this before…yo…you're human…right?"
Frisk sighed before responding. "Yeah…yeah I am."
"Man! I knew it! Well…I know now anyway…Undyne told me to stay away from you. So, I guess that makes us enemies or something. But…I kind of stink at that. Could you…say something mean so I can hate you?" The question almost felt like a brick slamming into Frisks's heart. He struggled to even find the words to respond.
"Ok…uh…I hate your guts."
"Dude…THAT'S your definition of mean? My sister says that to me ALL THE TIME!" Frisk chuckled at the kids' almost carefree response. Frisk smiled warmly at the kid. The sad look returned.
"I'm…I'm gonna go home now." Frisk turned and began to walk away. Suddenly he heard scuffing behind him and then the kid called out panicked.
W-W-Wait! Help! I tripped!" Frisk turned to find the kid barely hanging on to the side of the bridge. Frisk was about to race over, when he saw Undyne on the other side of the bridge. HE found himself frozen once more with indecision. The next cry from the kid helped him make up his mind.
"What are you standing around for? Help me!" Frisk stared Undyne in the eye and raced over, grabbing the kid by the arm and pulling him up and onto the bridge. He could hear Undyne approaching behind him, and Frisk began to reach for the knife, ready to fend for his life. Suddenly, he heard the kid run between him and Undyne. When the kid spoke, it was directed at Undyne, and not Frisk.
"Yo…if y-you wanna hurt my friend…you're gonna have to get through me, first." Frisk was shocked, and from Undyne's hesitation, she was too. After all, they were supposed to be mortal enemies, and the kid was defending Frisk. Frisk looked past the kid, getting up onto one knee, looking into Undyne's eyes. It's almost as if a silent message passed between them. "Not here, not now." Undyne took two steps back, before turning around and making her departure. The kid looked back to Frisk.
"Yo, you really saved my skin. Guess we're gonna have to be friends after all. I should REALLY go home…I bet my parents are worried sick about me."
Frisk nodded. "Yeah. Go home to your family." The kid smiled, and also left, leaving Frisk alone on the bridge.