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For a long time, Frisk sat there hearing the whispers of the flowers as she touched their petals and listened to each one. By the end her eyes were watery, and it was hard to look through the telescope she had found in there. The glittering walls were beautiful, but even she found herself missing the night sky, and she nearly missed the message to "CHECK WALL". The script oddly reminded her of someone, with its capitalized font.

She looked over the walls, checking them as she started to feel like a detective with each time she knocked. She let out a giggle at the thought, gasping as a doorway appeared and went through and it felt like she was on a long bridge.

She tilted her head, seeing the ancient writing on the walls that reminded her of the writing her mom once taught her for mage tomes and rare books still written in it. It was hard to see, age had worn down parts of it, but she could make it out.

She went from writing to writing that talked about the war against the monsters, until coming to an illustration, the drawing itself was unsettling.

Monsters are too nice…

That voice again…

She looked around, wondering if maybe she was hearing things. Soon she gave up as her mind went back to the war, her feet moving until she came to the ferry. It was reckless, and she knew it as she pushed it forwards and caused it to drift through the water.

"I'm pretty sure if I tried arm wrestling a monster, I'd lose. There are even texts saying they can lift boulders…." Frisk mumbled, her mother's fingers stroking her hair.

"You're thinking too physical, for a monster their physical and every aspect of them is to their soul. I already told you once we aren't that connected. Mages are more so connected to our souls, but we're still human."

"I don't...get it…" Frisk sighed. Her mother told her this once, yet it wasn't clicking.

"Think of it this way... A human losing the will to fight won't affect our strength. Our will is part of our soul, same as a monster. But if they lose will, since their soul is tuned to them completely it makes them weaker."

"But it was a war…" Frisk couldn't picture anyone not being determined to win, at anything.

"A war they weren't prepared for nor wanted, how do you find the will to fight when all they wanted was peace. It was a massacre…"

She rubbed her face, hearing the thud of the ferry against the other end of the bridge. She wanted to be selfish and go home, yet that thought was no longer sitting easy with her. She pushed herself up, wandering along the bridge as she noticed water sausages growing along in the water. It was peaceful, silence across the area that made her furrow her brows.

"It's too qui-" A spear of blue magic, shimmered as it landed right in front of her and Frisk could see strands of her bangs falling to the bridge floor. Her heart hammered in her chest, she didn't dare look already knowing who the owner was. Frisk took one step, then another as it dissipated and sounds of metal could be heard. Without thinking, she glanced over, seeing Undyne in her armor as many spears materialized.

Why did I look? Her eyes widened, she stood frozen in fear.

WHY AREN'T YOU RUNNING?

She shook her head, snapping out of it as she took off. Hearing the spears as they hit far behind her, Frisk knew she was fast but not this fast as she pushed herself. She could still hear Undyne and the spears as she kept going, and soon the bridge ran out, and she could see grass as she ran into it. Spears came forth yet somehow, they went over her.

She blinked in confusion, hearing the angry grunts of Undyne and felt sure even the armored woman had no clue what happened as she came closer. Frisk bit her lip, curling into a ball as she crouched down in the tall grass.

Please...please...please don't find me…

"Hey, what are yo-"

Frisk's eyes widened hearing the monster kid whisper to her and then the next second he was lifted in the air by Undyne. She was frozen, praying to the stars that Undyne was as amazing as monster kid said she was. Please don't be some homicidal monster maniac… The moment he was back down, and Undyne left them, Frisk was sure if the spears didn't do her in that she'd instead probably have a heart attack.

She kept taking deep breaths on her way out the grass, then pulling pieces of grass out her hair as she heard the monster kid behind her.

"Oh, my god! DID YOU SEE! She touched me!" He was screaming, and Frisk looked to see even his tail was wagging. Unfortunately, she was nowhere near in the state of mind to share in his celebration. Instead, she gave him a thumbs up, hoping that would be enough.

"You should have stood more to the left, then you'd be just as lucky as me!" He laughed. "I still can't believe it! I'm so never washing my face." He grinned, and Frisk was sure he was in his happy place. "Try not to worry, I'm sure we'll see her again!"

He took off running yet Frisk called out. "Um, do you have a name?" She saw him trip then fall, immediately feeling bad for distracting him even as he got back up. A smile was on his face as he looked back at her.

"Oh! You can call me MK. Later!" He laughed, taking off as she wondered what the M and K stood for. She took an extra look behind and around her, hoping nothing would as she went forward. She only took a few steps before stopping in her tracks.

Sans?

She was seriously starting to wonder just how much he did his "shortcuts" per day. She knew for a fact he never passed by her, and the telescope beside him was familiar. He was resting against a wall, yet she was wary as she wondered had he talked to Papyrus yet. She wondered had she gone too far in wanting to tease him.

She walked over, trying her best to look innocent and none the wiser as she carefully chose a topic. "So... telescope?" It seemed a good start, and she was sure it was the same telescope.

"i'm just thinkin' of goin in the telescope business." He grinned, and she eyed that smile that reached further than his natural one. Frisk kept trying to read him while wishing his penlight pupils would give her some sort of clue.

"Telescope business? So more than one telescope?"

"nah, just need the one. "Sans chuckled. Frisk started to smile as she read between the lines of his answer and he continued talking. "sides, this a premium one, normally 50,000 gold just to look through this baby."

"Sans, there's no way I'm paying that…" She gave him a look.

"not askin' you to. for you, it's free. since i know you." He gave that grin again, his eyes shifting a bit from her as Frisk looked from the telescope to him. "howzaboutit?" He gave her a wink and her whole face heated up.

"Um...sure." Frisk murmured, quickly going to the telescope while hoping her face would stop denying her the pleasure not looking like a blushing idiot in front of Sans. She looked around, squinting as all she saw was pink then looked back at Sans. "I'm pretty sure it's broken."

"really? so i guess you aren't satisfied, huh?" Sans seemed to be holding in a laugh, and Frisk tilted her head, folding her arms after a moment. "aw, don't look like that. i'll even give you a full refund" He winked again, and Frisk became flustered as she rolled her eyes at him.

"I didn't even pay you anything!" She huffed, hearing him laugh as she moved away from him and then spotted herself in the water with a pink circle on her eye. She took one look back at him, her ears picking up his whisper.

"get dunked on." His smile was cheeky.

Papyrus definitely called him…

"It's so on…" She squinted her eyes at him more than her usual as she moved on, the further she got, the more the area around her glowed. Her soul was singing as her magic burned at her fingertips, the magic of this place was more than she could imagine.

Echo flowers were everywhere as she moved along the long paths, her fingers moving against petals to hear passing conversations as she went from one end to another. One spot had caught her interest as she put the ballet shoes in her bag, like the other items there was lingering magic from them. As she walked, she had thought to put them on but doubted she could move with the same agility of a Blue Soul mage.

She had always loved to watch the way Blue Soul mages moved when they used their magic, there was a beauty to it she was envious of as they danced. The only time she'd experienced their magic was when she had broken her arm, and they sang a song while holding it. Her mother had already been too tired, and calling one of the doctors that were specifically for mages was out of the question. One look at her soul and they'd know who she was.

Then they'd just use you. Nothing but a tool…

What? Her phone rung, and she answered, her mind still caught up into wondering about the other voice she keeps hearing.

"HELLO AGAIN, THIS IS PAPYRUS! REMEMBER WHEN I ASKED YOU ABOUT CLOTHES?"

"I do…" She could also remember him asking something else, but she was not about to remind him.

"DON'T BE ALARMED, BUT HER OPINION OF YOU IS UM...MURDERY. BUT YOU PROBABLY ALREADY KNEW THAT!"

Frisk hand went to her bangs, feeling the spot where it had been sheared by the spear. "You could say that…"

"SO, I WAS RIGHT! THAT'S GOOD BECAUSE I TOLD HER WHAT YOU WERE WEARING!"

"What…" Frisk blinked.

"YOU KNOW! ABOUT THE BANDANA! I KNEW YOU WOULD FIGURE OUT WHY I ASKED THE QUESTION AND I EVEN GAVE YOU CLUES! SO, YOU COULDN'T POSSIBLY STILL BE WEARING IT! I KNEW YOU WERE TOO SMART FOR THAT!"

"What…?" Frisk repeated.

"NYEH HEH HEH! I KNEW YOU'D BE SPEECHLESS AT MY PLAN! THIS WAY I DIDN'T LIE, AND YOU'RE SAFE! I KNEW I DIDN'T HAVE TO BETRAY NEITHER OF MY FRIENDS! Papyrus laughed again, and Frisk was still blinking as she heard the click.

What... Frisk was still repeating it.

People should really stop underestimating that skeleton…

Frisk was sure that wasn't her thought, but she found herself agreeing with it anyway. Her hand went to the bandana, taking it off quickly but felt sure it was already too late. Moving faster, she barely dodged a fish monster that reminded her of a half horse, and half fish.

A seahorse…

"Watch where you're going, Missy" The Seahorse grinned, flexing his biceps as Frisk tried to move past him. Yet at every turn, he only moved into her way flexing and showing off. "I bet you're real impressed with my moves. The name's Aaron."

"That's nice…" She smiled and quickly tried to move, but there he was again flexing.

"I bet you're wondering how I got so ripped."

Not really…

Shush mind, that was harsh and... Oh my god, I'm really talking to myself now? Sans is right, I think too much.

Aaron laughed, "I knew you'd be speechless! So how about I get started, it all began…"

"Um, that's really nice. And you have really nice...uh...muscles. But I really need to get going." She said softly, her eyes quickly scanning the area then going back to Aaron only to see he hadn't moved an inch. "Aaron?"

"Yeah?" He grunted, flexing more as Frisk let out a sigh. He wasn't listening to a thing she said, and she was going to die because she couldn't get around biceps. "Now, I call this move "The Hulk"."

"That's nice." She smiled, lifting an arm to rub the back of her neck. Aaron's brows raised, and he gave a big grin.

"Oh, a flexing contest! Perfect!"

"Wait...I... I wasn't…"

"It's good to meet someone to flex with. Ya know? My friend Woshua can't exactly do it, and I never want to make him feel bad because he can't." Aaron chuckled, and Frisk bit her lip, looking around first before flexing purposely.

"There you go, buddy! Now it's my turn!" He laughed, flexing and she would flex back. Though sometimes she had to move, just so she wouldn't run into Aaron as he posed. She wasn't sure how long it went on before he flexed away, making her laugh.

She started to relax again.

Maybe Undyne has no clue I'm here…

It seemed like wishful thinking even as she walked around, trying to find her way as she went down each path. Down one path, she came across writing on the wall.

"The power to take their souls. This is what humans feared."

Her fingers traced the lettering of the old writing. Images of the war took shape in her mind, and she let her hand drop so she could continue walking. Frisk was so deep in her thoughts she almost missed the next fish monster called Onionsan, though at the size of him she had to wonder just how did she manage to do that.

As he talked about the band he was starting, she couldn't help but giggle at the image of the tentacled monster playing instruments. Her giggles died as he spoke of his friends, they were all in the aquarium yet there was no room for him. She had nearly mentioned the ocean before remembering that they were stuck here. It was hard to smile as he sunk back into the water and she kept going.

She sighed, wondering how long until they ran out of room and resources completely if finding space was already this bad an issue. She walked farther, her eyes catching sight of something in the corner, but she could tell it wasn't Undyne.

Maybe it needs help?

They all do...from themselves…

Frisk paused, not understanding the voice in her head and looked more at the monster in the corner. It's head and body was odd, as though disconnected though she could tell it was another fish monster. It shied away from her more, and Frisk was worried.

You could just "CHECK" it…

No, that's invading someone's privacy!

A basic one won't hurt…

Frisk bit her lip and added to her number of worries that she finally snapped and was hearing voices in her head. To CHECK was a basic power that even Knights had, and so did every mage. She knew monsters could do the same and she breathed, her magic slowly came to her fingertips. Her eyes squinting as she let it travel and sense the monster in front of her.

SHYREN: 7 ATK/2 DEF

No, I need a bit more than that… She let her magic go a bit further though she felt sorry for the intrusion, but she had no other way to understand it. "She's tone deaf...too ashamed to sing her deadly song…" Frisk mumbled as she read the monster. She looked at the monster and could tell the Shyren felt it, as she started to move further into the corner.

"No, no. I'm sorry. I just wanted to help you…" Frisk said softly and wondered how to calm it. She thought of how her mother would sing to her when she was small, and she started to hum softly. She could hear Shyren start to sing, coming a bit from the corner and Frisk smiled.

She could see the notes form, a magical verse as they surrounded Shyren and some came towards Frisk as she dodged them easily. Frisk didn't stop humming as Shyren followed along, and she could see the monster smile as more notes barraged her. It was harder for Frisk to dodge, but she didn't want Shyren to lose her confidence. It made her glad to see the fish monster slowly coming out her shell.

Frisk moved again, dodging the last note coming her way as she hummed under Shyren's singing. There was the sound of murmurs, rustle of the plants and bushes as monsters crowded them. Frisk started to feel nervous at the huge crowd, not being used to it as it went from private duet to a concert. She nearly stopped, but Shyren shot her a smile so full of joy that Frisk didn't have it in her to disappoint the monster.

Frisk was being reminded of a blue mage as she dodged the notes. Though unlike the notes of a blue mage, she realized these would hurt and not heal her. The image of a blue mage's attack dances gave her an idea as she turned her dodges into a dance, as best as she could while moving to Shyren's song. Frisk laughed, getting used to the crowd as she and Shyren put on a show.

"that'll be 20 gold, please."

Frisk halted, stopping in her tracks as she heard that voice not too far off and looked to see Sans with rolls of toilet tissue. He was tearing off pieces and passing them out to the monsters after getting gold.

Is he seriously charging them and using toilet paper for tickets...? Frisk let out a laugh and caught his eye a moment. A brow bone raised at her playfully. She was no longer surprised at his sudden appearances and was starting to get the idea that Sans was a hustler. She pictured him like one of those guys in a movie with a cane and large hat, the image was hilarious.

She laughed a bit more, then looked back at Shyren, she really needed to get back to her friend. She blushed in realization at her own thought. Friend? Was she really starting to think of these monsters as her friends? She felt eyes on her and snapped more out her thoughts to look at penlight eyes staring back at her.

I have no clue how to get him back or maybe I could try... Her thought trailed off as an idea came to mind, and she smirked at Sans. His head tilted slightly, it would have been unnoticed if she wasn't watching him so much for those little things he did.

She turned from him, going back to Shyren, and smiled at her to sing more as she started to dance. She could see the area was sold out as she glanced out, but her attention went to a particular skeleton as she dodged each note with a shake of her hips. She moved and dance, Frisk was lost to the music of her friend's voice even as a roar of cheers came from the audience. The ground became littered with socks, and she started to blush as she wondered just what socks meant to a monster.

She still didn't dare stop, her eyes went to Sans only, his teeth had unclenched, and those penlight eyes were wide. Frisk tried hard not to blush or think as she kept moving, that blue blush was on his cheekbones, and she felt more confident than she ever had.

She felt like a rock star, or some pop idol with her most adored fan watching. The idea of that life came to mind. Staying here wouldn't be so bad maybe, she would have attention. Lots of attention. She'd be noticed, never alone, and the way Sans looked at her…

Would you really want that life?

The image of tours, groupies, paparazzi, attention always on her. She looked at Shyren, her own singing seemed to grow weary. She wondered what the monster was thinking, maybe of her own future? Maybe that's all the monsters thought of?

It was a sad thought, but a future here? Her eyes went to the walls, and plants, the monsters. Magic was everywhere, and it teemed with a different life. Yet life here was static.

I want them free…

It was a determined thought. The crowd was applauding with a roar and Shyren was taking a bow. She smiled at the change, realizing the renewed hope in the fish monster. She looked at Sans. He was staring with his mouth gaped open, that blue blush covered his skull. She swore she saw sharp canines.

You got him back good!

There was a laugh in her head, and Frisk could feel her own blush creeping up as she thought of what she just did. Still, the fact she caused the skeleton to look like that made her feel on top of the world. She blinked, and the next moment he was gone, she wondered where he went before starting off on her journey again after giving Shyren a hug.

The waterfalls were everywhere as she walked, there seemed no end to them. She came across another spot, and she couldn't help her curiosity as she went northward only to stop immediately. The sight of a piano had her backing away.

"Mom!" Frisk ran inside their small house, she had been feeling odd some moments before. "I got the herbs, I had to go a bit further than usual." Closing the door behind her, she frowned at the lack of a response. That wasn't like her mom. "Mom? Mommy?" She shouted. The house seemed larger and full of shadows, and the sound of a piano reached her ears.

Frisk breathed in relief, her mom was just at the piano again. But why hadn't she answered? She went into the piano room, the tune was haunting, unlike her mother's usual melodies.

"Mom?" She whispered as the music slowed to a stop, and Frisk's breath was caught in her throat as the figure behind the piano spoke.

"Tell me...do you believe in justice?"

Frisk blinked, seeing the empty room with the piano as she reminded herself she was underground. Then reminding herself that she reset that. That it didn't happen. She gulped, running out the room and moving past it and almost missing the writing along the walls.

More writing about souls. Things that were taught in books to all mages and knights, and even non-mages willing to learn it. Things about how a human could only take the soul of a boss monster type. It was the only type of monster that its soul persisted after death, though only a few moments.

But that can't happen now...They're all locked down here... She thought of Toriel, the woman matched the image of a female boss monster from what Frisk studied. Taking a living monster's soul was unheard of, it not only took a significant amount of power but it was forbidden art among mages.

Because mages have NEVER done anything forbidden…

The voice was full of sarcasm and Frisk couldn't help her guilt, even it was their ancestors from long ago who made the barrier and not her. She sighed, moving on as she came across a statue with bits of light showing through on it. She looked up, expecting to see the sky but there was nothing.

Rain dropped on the statue, and she frowned at the sight. The image was as if it was crying. She couldn't see anything to help it with and looked again, then saw a bin of umbrellas. Where did those even... She looked at the sign saying to take one, then Frisk looked around more. Sans?

You really do have a thing for that skeleton, don't you?

Her cheeks heated up, and she refused to answer that voice as she took an umbrella, bringing it back to the statue to put over its head. Frisk smiled as the rain no longer dropped on its head, but then a melody started. Frisk could see a small box inside.

Asriel.

Frisk felt so many emotions after the voice spoke that name. Happiness, sadness, but mostly anger. There was so much anger that Frisk felt she could barely recognize her own emotions apart from the whirlwind. Her teeth clenched and she put her hands to her ears moving away from the statue and the music box, the feelings started to fade though it scared Frisk.

Those weren't my feelings... She continued to move, then felt rain pouring on her head. She let the rain pour over her and touched her chest. Before she came here, she'd never seen her soul appear. Her mother forbid her from bringing it out, though it was a mage's basic skill. But right now, she was scared that something else might be there.

That's silly, Frisk...

The rain was soaking her clothes, and through her jacket, she quickly left for an umbrella and turned back quickly. She nearly tripped into a puddle, looking down at her reflection and for a moment she swore her eyes were red.

"Are you okay?"

She looked over to see MK and felt relief run through her as she nodded. "What are you doing out here in the rain?" She looked up, wondering how was it even raining.

"I forget how watery this place is sometimes. Waterfall is always dark and damp, so I usually wear my rain boots at least. But I can't really hold an umbrella" He laughed, and Frisk held up her own.

"You can use mine?"

"That's a good idea!" MK grinned. "Or...I can even go with you, and we can walk together."

"Um…" Frisk wasn't sure how good an idea that would be, especially when MK was Undyne's biggest fan. The idea of seeing Undyne again was not on her wish list. "I don't know MK, I don't really have a specific way I'm going…"

"Even better. "MK smiled, "That means I can just walk with you and neither of us will be lonely."

"I guess, it'll be okay. "Frisk smiled as MK came to her side and they got started.

As they walked, she wasn't surprised for Undyne to come up. To MK she was cool, awesome and everything in between. It reminded her of the people who looked up to the Knights at home, even down to the talk of beating up the bad guys. Though for her the monsters were the bad guys, down here the humans were.

The rain didn't let up as they went, and Frisk spied a solitary echo flower as MK stopped.

"What is it?" She looked back at him.

"Just thinking of this school project we had to do once. We had to use flowers, and would you believe the king let us use his...or do I still call him Mr. Dreemurr?" MK looked thoughtful a moment. "You know I never saw you in school, how come?"

"Oh. I'm homeschooled." Frisk thought quickly. It wasn't a total lie since she was indeed homeschooled.

"Oh, yeah. I know some of the kids are like that. The ones that get sick a lot. My parents thought I was gonna be like that since I was born with no arms. Some kids get born like that too. Dad says it's because there's not enough of what mom needed down here…."

Frisk tried her best not to frown, wanting the cheerful MK back as she put a hand on his shoulder. "What kind of flower did you use?" She felt like a big sister with her little brother.

"Oh! I didn't. He ended up coming and talking about responsibility and stuff." MK made a face a moment, and Frisk laughed. "Then I started wondering about Undyne coming to school next! Maybe she could beat up the teachers."

Frisk chuckled and started back walking. "That would be awesome, huh? But teachers?"

"Okay maybe not teachers, she wouldn't hurt someone innocent." He sounded sheepish, and Frisk stared as she saw a castle in the distance. Everything sparkled around it, and it looked like something out a story book. The rain was gone, and she didn't know what to make of it.

MK continued talking, and she moved to catch up. Soon there was rain again along with that same bin full of umbrellas. Her head tilted at its appearance as she placed it back inside.

"You need help getting up here?"

Frisk looked to see what MK was talking about as she looked at the ledge he was in front of. It was taller than the both of them. She was sure she could climb it though.

"Hm... I gotta idea! You climb on my shoulders, and I help you up there!" He grinned, and Frisk looked at the ledge.

"You don't have to, I'm pretty sure I can do it myself."

"Yeah, but...mom always says to be a gentleman to ladies and stuff. And girls become ladies, so I gotta be a gentleman and help." He nodded at her and Frisk had to hold back a giggle at the adorable speech.

"Okay, then." She smiled, moving as careful as she could to climb up and then looked back at him with her hand reaching out to him. She looked sheepish as she realized he was not going to be able to take her hand. "MK ...I can...maybe if I go back down."

"Nope! I got it, besides I always figure it out. So, no worries." He beamed at her then took off before she could say another word. He tripped, and she moved to get back down, only to get right back. "I'm okay!" He yelled back, taking off again. She let out a breath and started on her way, another golden star in the distance.