Outside: Present Day: 2034

"I hope you like it, it's a new recipe," Toriel said as she dug into her snail and mashed potatoes.

"It looks delicious," Frisk said as she sat down to eat her dinner. "I like the seasoning."

"Attack 16, from the right."

Frisk yanked out a yellow knife and hit her target without even bothering to look or stop eating. "Is that paprika?"

"Quite, 22, 56, left ceiling and is it good?" Toriel asked.

Frisk nodded as she took out another knife and hit a yellow spot on the ceiling. "Excellent. It tastes great."

"Good, good." Toriel looked down toward her food. For sixteen years she had lived alone and isolated from everyone, just like Underground, except for one soul. Frisk. She took Frisk in as her daughter sixteen years ago, with the intention of doing what needed to be done, without putting Frisk in danger.

Time moved when a human went Underground, but for how long was unclear. She wanted her daughter to be ready for anything. While she wanted to set the monsters free, she was not going to put her child at risk. And unlike humans, she understood magic. "14, 11, bottom row and 11, 14, top row." Toriel watched as Frisk stopped eating long enough to hit two perfect targets with the right colored knives.

She had taught Frisk how to be as great as a fighter as she herself. Even though Frisk did not have magic, she had a human soul, and Toriel showed her how to use it and her weapons to her advantage.

She had several calibers of knives, with different intensities, and homemade by Toriel herself. She also had a secret weapon, her guitar, that to the untrained eye seemed just to be an instrument. Even if she were told to unarm, she would be able to keep that powerful weapon without anyone ever knowing. Armed with the knowledge of attack, defense, and magic of all the monsters, as well as for a copy of the game Undertale? Toriel taught her daughter the best way to get through the monsters.

Dust them, fast. While it looked like death, the magic would actually touch them, not dust them, but transform them to the surface while Frisk would gain the EXP needed to move on to save stronger monsters. Not only that, but the strongest monsters would not come out to meet her until they felt threatened.

Her daughter would look like a terminator, but she would be the savior of Underground.

"I have a surprise for you." Toriel moved away from the table and went toward her counter. Bending down she yanked out a large cake that she had cleaned out the cupboard for. She brought it over to Frisk. "Happy Birthday, Frisk!"

"Oh, Momma Toriel." Frisk laughed and moved closer to it, sneaking a taste. "That's delicious. Butterscotch cream is my favorite." She watched as Toriel sat it down. "It's so big," she said, "we'll never eat it all."

"No. We may need help." Toriel sighed as she looked at her cake. "Happy Twenty fourth, Frisk. It's a big year for you." She lifted her eyes to meet her daughter's. "You're ready."

Frisk just stared at her, stunned. She'd been waiting to hear those words for years. Ever since that day. One single day in her life. When the difference between game, fantasy and her life blurred for her daughter forever.


"Are you okay, Honey?" Her Momma Toriel asked her. "Frisk?"

"Finally," she breathed. "I've been ready, Momma Toriel." She'd been ready for so long. "I'm sorry, I just got lost for a second." She tried to stop her eyes from getting watery. "Dad wasn't the best dad ever for us. He just needed a Frisk." She grabbed her silverware tightly, almost like it was a weapon. "Why couldn't . . .?"

"He treated you and your brother as games, and I am so sorry," Momma Toriel told her. "For all my days, I'll never understand humans and their greed. He came to his senses, in the end. He knew what was important."

"It's hard to even say whether he loved me or not," Frisk answered her. "Except for that final time. He loved enough to try." She cleared her throat. "Is it time for the ACT?"

"Try three days," Toriel asked her. "Use your charming skills, and get him down for three days. I know you can do it in three."

"Ask for a week first," Frisk said, "because he'll want to haggle me down."

Toriel nodded. "That's my girl."

Frisk stood up. "I can do this." She'd been waiting for it. It was the day she'd waited on for sixteen years. Ever since that fateful day her father took her to her first competition. When they arrived, he showed Frisk off to his gaming friends. They remarked how much she looked just like the 'Frisk' of the game. Someone even teased her when she said she was determined to win. People commented on the way she dressed. Even the name.

She was a foolish child back then. Such a foolish little girl. She moved toward her bedroom and looked at her dresses. "Show it off. Make him work though." Ooh. Red? No, that would only work if she messed up. The game was set. She would win.

But the amount of time it took to win, was an important deciding factor. "Dark blue. Sequin. Strapped." There it had been. She pulled it off the hanger. As Momma Toriel stuck her head in, she showed it to her. "This one?"

She nodded. "Frisk." She was silent a moment. "I'm glad you're ready for this. No matter what. You are my good girl."

It was nice to hear those words. Frisk looked at the dress. "I'll try to remember that."

"That's not an area to put your mind at. Don't talk to anyone about your true goal. Any delaying. Any detour from what they should see in the game, and its over."

"I will do this. I won't mess up."

"Are you sure?" Momma Toriel said. "I know you very well my child. I remember how you felt about Sans in the game. When you pulled him out."

"I was a child back then, Momma Toriel," Frisk said. "I've changed. The situation changed. I won't mess up, I promise." She held her dress up again. "I will do what it takes to win."


Frisk took a shower, slipped the dress on, and then moved toward the jewelry on her nightstand. Momma Toriel was wonderful. All she ever wanted was to be a good mother to her, but she wasn't always her momma. Frisk spent most of her life with Toriel, and took to her, calling her Momma Toriel. Toriel insisted upon it, it was a monster traditional thing. It was how they distinguished and honored a second mother, without forgetting the important of the first.

Momma. Was a word reserved for only one.

Her biological mother. The one who raised her when she was a child. "The stars could never burn as bright as her." The ACTing skill Frisk had came from her. She was a belle of the ball, the one who lit up the room when people passed. Any trendy event, no matter how exclusive, and her momma was there with her.

She opened up her jewelry collection gazing at it. Everything had a purpose. Everything had an occasion. Oh, her mother was far from perfect, but she loved her daughter so much. She could be elegant or rude, crass or sweet. No matter the occasion. Even at her young age, she tried to learn from her.

She always got what she wanted. She could get people to eat right out of her hand if she wanted. When she set her eyes on something, she used her determination and ACTing to get it. It wasn't always something she needed, or even should have. But that was momma.

Frisk picked up the only battered looking necklace. She never wore it, but she kept it. As she grew older, she became more rebellious on what she wanted. And when she found out the necklace she wore that night she was killed had fallen off, she retrieved it.

She grasped it tightly in her hand, remembering that moment. She'd been there at the fancy club, watching the glass in her hand shatter while her mother went down on a single bullet.

Her father did the only thing he ever did to show he loved her. He grabbed her, risking his life to save her, and falling not long after her mother. Toriel saved her that day, bringing her to safety.

But while they were lost, there were still so many more to fight for. Especially her brother.


In the modern age, it didn't matter where you were, internet access was everywhere. It was how they did most of their shopping, as well as how Frisk made money.

Working on the beta simulator. Although now it had an actual name, the AI SIM. With the ability to not only play games, but create actual changes inside the game on the fly, depending on how the characters acted differently from the game. The man in charge was one of the few people in the world who still had magic, because he actually had monster in his blood.

Of course, he didn't admit to it, but there was no way anything could have ever worked without it. The AI SIM was no longer used as a cute prize for competition wins either.

They had AI SIM theatres now. Instead of playing a film, people could play a game. However, the price of the ticket to play it was so expensive, it was the price of a two hour film every fifteen minutes and it also took reservations. To play a decent game, only the richer humans really enjoyed the entertainment. It remained high because there were only fifty units and he made less than ten per year.

However, Frisk knew him. She got to know him a long time ago. Donald Rainier. And he didn't think she was just an annoying girl who wanted punch anymore. Knowing his deep secret, as well as remembering a thing or two about her momma's acting, she and Toriel had access to it more often than the average person since he lent out special coupons. Frisk had practiced with it several times, even with Undertale.

However, it wasn't the real dimension of it. The pinhead tiny entrance gateway. Toriel had kept it in a small ring box, and kept it on the tip of a ring, to ensure her kingdom stayed safe. That ring, would go on Frisk's finger, tonight.

"Hey, Donald?" Frisk said on the phone as her mother Toriel stayed out of range. "It's Frisk. What are you doing tonight? Hm. That sounds a little boring. How about me instead?" She chuckled. "I mean, not me, me, but why not come over? I'd like to have a little talk? Over maybe something to eat? What? Candles, Donald? Well, I don't see why a simple dinner would need candles, but I could dig them out. Great. I'll see you soon." She hit end on her phone after the conversation.

"On schedule?" Toriel asked.

"Asked for candlelight dinner. Flirty manner but nothing affirmative for him. Coy but tempting," Frisk said to her. "Head off to bed early if you want."

"Don't go further than you have to," Toriel gave her a final warning. "If anything happens, you'll need more time, and you can't show your cards." Her mother strolled over to her purse and picked it up. She moved over toward Frisk and opened it, bringing out the tiny frog. The test run a year ago. The only recipient of the Underground that received freedom.

The little frog lightly jumped. A sign it believed in her too.

The test run. It had been important. The reason her father got caught in what he had done is he had disturbed the game. The feed. The graphics. It was all still seen, and still known. The only way to help the monsters, was by killing them.

Which is what appeared on the computer screen. However, she killed with the same weapons of magic she used to grab hold of Sans. It wasn't death. Not even dust, but the game couldn't sense that. It just calculated the character missing.

Still, the test run had been risky. To appear as a killer instead of a helping hand, but it worked. No one was the wiser, and the frog had been deposited into the real world, in a nearby place to her mother, her magic carrying it onward.

"I won't fail you, Momma Toriel. I promise."

"I know you won't," her mother said, leaning down on her paws. They were nice and soft, a cheery white along with her beautiful smile. "Attack 16, Defense 1, Magic Power 5, chance of family nearby is high, and they got new shoes. Five solutions."

Frisk only took a little bit of time to think about it. "Two require yellow knives. Ask them if they care to see their wife again. It's a safer option than children since it's harder to have them, they might not have any. If that doesn't work go with the shoes. Tell them they are nice so their feeling of safety increases and the need to fight weakens a little. Keep telling them about their shoes until they start to back off, then take them out with the yellow. Use a regular knife to cut their shoes, making them feel bad and improving the chances to get a flee if I have no time to deal with them. If something unforeseen happens like another enemy tries to enter, then switch to the pink knife instead to end it extremely quickly. Unforeseen is not an option."

She held her fork out for a little longer. "They sound on the lower end like it would be in the cold or the ruins. I would guess the temperature knife, it would take them out assuredly, but it would be wasteful to use that kind of power on them." Her mother was still staring at her. "If for some reason, I need them to stay after I start to fight, I hit them with something soft, then I have to hit them with the healing knife immediately afterward, but it would be a last resort. Anyone knowing my true intentions puts everyone and everything at risk."

"You see?" Her mother cut the first slice of cake and put it on a plate with a fork. "You are ready. Ready to dish out whatever a monster calls for." She tossed the plate to Frisk. Frisk pulled out her temperature knife and quickly caught it in its grasp, balancing it. "I am going to give your temperature knife one more boost before your date. Just in case he takes you somewhere to access it tonight," her mother Toriel said watching the gravity being a little lower on it than it usually had been. "Test your temperature."

"Yes, Momma Toriel." Frisk pulled out her hot knife. She kept her hand up very high on it and slowly moved it down until she felt warmth. "Even still."

"Good. After cake, I am going to fix your temperature and healing knife, so lie them out. I already checked your guitar. I know it's working perfectly. In the meantime?" Toriel smiled. "You know what to do."

Frisk nodded as she got up and headed out.


Go to bed early, Momma Toriel. Toriel lied in bed. She knew Frisk would do fine, but she was still anxious. For so many years they worked on correcting everything, and it was finally their chance. The only chance they could get. Frisk being out there all the way with her had limited her daughter to the modern world more. Although she stayed connected, she did not allow herself to do things like date or have fun with any friends. She was in fact friendless, with only acquaintances of those she worked with, and her.

Toriel turned in her bed. The night should not be a bother, but it was thinking of anything else that could happen with her daughter's supreme ACTing. She knew she had taught Frisk well, and she would free the Underground if it was possible in any way, but . . . Rainier.

He was not a bad fellow. He was certainly older, but Toriel had no room to complain there considering how old she'd been. He was not someone that held Frisk's heart though. It held no one. And as much as she hated what Asgore had chosen to do with the other children . . . she would have hated it even more if she never knew love. She hated Asgore, yet loved him. It was too hard to live with that feeling, so she left.

Although Frisk didn't want to admit it, there was more than Donald Rainier standing in her way too. She knew the deep regret that had happened with Sans the Skeleton. Frisk had told her of that, and she could feel how much Frisk did not want to take the approach they had to. Yet? She was staying determined, staying to the duty. She would do it. But when it came to when he walked toward her again? No one can know, Frisk, but will he pick it up? Will you keep the path going? Or would her heart mess it up?

The Underground would simply reset again if she messed up, but the more she did, the longer it would take and there was no time. My child, you've grown up so big. She could feel tears starting to well up in her eyes as she heard the sound of the door. I hope that after this is over, we can all live peaceful lives. For you have not felt peace in your heart since that night I first held you.


"Anyhow, enough about that," Frisk said during her friend date with Donald. She had stayed very well attuned to him all night, while allowing only a little conversation on her side. "I have a favor to ask, Don?"

Donald's appearanced peaked, his eyebrow raised at the simple word she used for him. "I'm all ears."

"You're always something. Not always just ears," Frisk remarked. "You know, my dad was a gamer. A completionist."

"Well known, I remember."

"I suppose a part of me longs for those kinds of days again," Frisk said. "Nothing like the gaming circuit, but completing games."

"What's stopping you?"

"I want to complete a game hardly anyone has before, on a SIM device." Frisk got straight to the point. "I want to complete the genocide path of Undertale."

"In an Ai SIM?" Hm. He took a bite of the steak Frisk had prepared for him. "I never played that. It's faster than the usual, isn't it?"

"No. There is a precise amount of leveling up that must be done in each section," Frisk warned him. "It might take as much as a week, in a 3d environment."

"Oh." He was supremely interested. "You see a guy in a hot car and you want to take it for a spin?"

Frisk rolled her eyes. "Honestly. You think I am doing all this just for a game? I feel like it would be a tribute, not to mention fun again, but if you think your technology is so cool I can't just save the money over a year to accomplish it, then fine."

"Then?" Confusal.

Perfect. "Just forget it if you don't get it." She glanced away, with a side glance back, then away.

"Oh." There. "Oh!" He patted his lips. "I suppose if you wanted something real nice, I could even set you up with a simple extra model in here for a couple of days?"

Three. She needed three, but she couldn't rush it. She had him. With her looks, her offcast glances. While the game was truly everything, to him? It was supposed to seem like an excuse to work closely with him. It was a very good sign he could get somewhere with her.

She had kept him at arms' length ever since she was 16, when she met him at older events that honored her father. She started the subtle flirting when she was illegally too young for him, but tempting. Her fire only rose, but her flirtations were much less common. She treated him much more like a friend, or sometimes as an associate. She would even sometimes draw strange parallels, reminding him of how young she had been when they first met when he tried to come on too strong.

But now? He was getting his first chance. Even this 'date', she never confirmed it to be more than anything but a meal between friends. She kept that temptation, that fire burning, so she could light it when it was ready.

It was smoking. "Two's not much time. I mean. I know you are a busy man, but I was thinking that we could get it fixed up and . . ." she paused. "Well. What are you doing for a week?"

"Oh, Frisk." His eyes definitely held the temptation. "I wish I could stay away for a week." He rubbed his lips. "How about three days? After that, it gets rather tough. We'd have to put more days on hold. But, I would be open for more days? Later?"


It took a full twenty four hours to hook up his machine. It wasn't a simple task. While mainly the crew worked to install it into her house, she laughed, joked, flirted and gave her all to be a fun 'friend and something more' to Donald. That whole day she had even seemed to officially change his addressal to Don.

"It's almost ready," he said. "Frisk? Why don't we grab one more bite to eat before it's ready?"

"Oh no, are you kidding?" She touched his nose playfully and winked. "I'm on a strict schedule of so much time. I mean. I did do this so I could play it. Remember?"

"Yes. All for the game." He still pressed his arm on the other side of her. "I've never known someone personally to actually complete the AI SIM Genocide mission of Undertale. It would take so long." He looked at her up and down. "After you do that, we should talk about what it felt like?"

"It's going to be a pure adrenaline rush I'm sure. And? I promise, I'll have your rental back very soon."

"Three days is fine. I'll come back and see it's taken down appropriately then too, whether or not you finish," he said.

"Oh, I'll finish," Frisk said firmly. "I'm a completionist."

"Well, if you don't? We'll try and make more time again for your game later." He took his arm away. "Have fun, Frisk."

"He set up that woman who did the talkshows up and let her rent one for like two weeks from him," her mother Toriel sighed as she looked at it. "Newest model too."

"I'm just a crush, Momma Toriel," Frisk reminded her as she came closer. "I won't complain. Besides, he was using it too, and they were recording it for television to show their newest game created for its use."

"Mm." Toriel stroked the side of the machine. "Honestly? I wonder what it would be like to slide down rainbows and bounce on marshmallows. They both looked like it had been fun. Oh, humans." She looked toward Frisk. "Take the last of the monster magic and turn it into a game. At least Donald Rainier is playful for the last of monster blood up here." She stared at Frisk a few more seconds. "You ate. You rested. Are you ready for this?"

Frisk nodded. She gestured toward her knife belt across the inside of her vest, and grabbed her guitar from behind her. Not only a nice weapon, but a great device to make music too. When it got heavy to handle. And it would. After all.

She would be killing everything in her path, to assure all the big names came out to play.