This is the next part of the story where they get to Mt. Ebott and fall into the underground.

I decided to make Frisk's sign language in italics, it just looks better to me.

So onwards! P.S. It's a short chapter. Sorry. :p

Chapter 2: Everything Stays

It was midnight when we got to the bus station, we would get to Mt. Ebott by two in the morning. So we clambered onto the bus and gave the bus driver our tickets. Mel went ahead to get us some seats, so I had to talk to the bus driver.

My first time talking in years. Here goes nothing, "Excuse me. If we fall asleep, can you please wake me when we get to Mt. Ebott?" The bus driver looked at me like I was a princess, and finally nodded. "Thank you sir." My voice sounded strange to me; I don't like talking, that's probably why. So I hurried to the seat, and sank into it. The last time I heard myself, was when I went to church over three years ago. The church…

I was fourteen when I went to the church. I was exploring the rooms when I found a room full of different instruments. There were trumpets, flutes, drums, guitars, and one piano. The piano was what made me go into the room, it was beautiful. That night, I had mastered Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I didn't even know what time it was until the janitor kicked me out. After that, I went everyday to play the piano. Before I knew it, I could read sheet music, I had mastered every song that I could learn, I even started singing, and I could even learn a song just by listening to it. Sometimes the janitor would be nice and just let me play for him. After about a year, the janitor started giving me guitar lessons even though I adored the piano. He would say Happy birthday, wish me a good night, and we became friends. Another year later, he died from a gunshot wound. They never did catch the shooter.

I was thinking about something the janitor said about me being an angel or something, when Mel disrupted my thoughts.

She was trembling and her voice quavered when she spoke, "Frisk, can you sing to me? I'm just scared. I mean, what if something goes wrong and someone gets hurt, or they find us and-"

I pulled her into a tight embrace. When I let go, I gently signed, /I will NEVER let you get hurt again. And I especially won't let them get us. C'mere my little Melody.\

I let Mel lay her head on my lap, and soothingly rubbed her back. I had to think of a song that Mel liked for a moment.

When I found the song, I began to sing, "Let's go in the garden, you'll find something waiting. Right there where you left it, lying upside down. When you finally find it, you'll see how it's faded. The underside is lighter, when you turn it around. Everything stays, right where you left it. Everything stays, but it still changes. Ever so slightly, daily and nightly. In little ways, when everything stays." I ended the song as soft as possible. Melody was sound asleep, thank god. She needs the rest, and I need to look at the weird buttons. But before I knew it, my head was leaning against the cold glass window. And I was falling asleep.

It wasn't long before I got a soft tap on my shoulder. I opened my heavy eyelids and saw the bus driver standing by our seat.

"Excuse me miss, but this is your stop." the old man said gently.

More talking, great. I kept my voice soft and light when replying, "Thank you, I hope it wasn't too much of a burden to come out here."

The bus driver waved a dismissive hand, "It's fine, your wonderful singing made up for that. You sound and look like an angel, you know." After he said that, he went back to his seat. He was really nice, I'll have to repay him someday. But right now, I need to wake Mel up. I gave her shoulder a gentle shake, and she sprang right up.

She yawned and stretched while answering, "Ok Frisk, I'm up. We can go now. Wait, I'm tired. Let's stay just a little bit longer."

I chuckled softly before signing, /Ok, make sure you tell the bus driver thank you. And wave goodbye too.\

So we did exactly that, and headed up the mountain.

After about two hours of walking, Mel said her feet hurt. So I picked her up and carried her until we were a yard or two away from the hole that leads to the underground.

She fell asleep a while ago while playing with my shirt, but then she woke up and asked me a question, "Frisk, do you still have scars on your back?"

I winced and nodded my head.

She asked another question, "Do I still have the scars?"

I hesitated, and shook my head. She did have the scars from when she was seven, and I was ten. I just couldn't bear to tell her.

She quietly asked one more question, "So are you still going to be a slave to the pain? Even when we start our new life?" Sniffles, and hot tears on my shoulder.

I put Mel down and started signing. Gently, but firmly, /Melody Rose Saunders, everything stays the same. But it still changes. I will have the scars, that will stay the same. But I will not be a slave to the pain, that is the thing that changes. Got it?\

The tears stopped, just some sniffles now. But Mel smiled and said, "Ok. I was worried because you're my sister, and I love you."

Now it was my turn for the tears, /Mel, you don't have to worry about me. I'm the older sister, it's my job to worry about you.\

We wiped our tears and walked the last yard to the hole, then we started walking on the narrow path beside it. It felt unstable, and I had a bad feeling about going this way, but it was the fastest way to get to the cabin. I took one more step, and the path crumbled beneath my feet. Mel saw me start to fall, and leaped to me. We held onto each other as tight as we could, and then we fell into the darkness below.

Short chapter, sorry. I have some plans for future chapters, but that requires me thinking.

And I can be really bad at thinking. I'm also thinking about putting some dialogue from the game in the stories.

Like I said, it requires thinking; and me playing the game again. So for now, Bye! :)