Look how far into the story I am! I'm so happy people are reading this. It's mostly just my Undertale day dreams, so knowing people like it fills me with DETERMINATION to continue typing! This story has had over 1,000 views! Thank you for reading. Now here's what I've been waiting forever to type. ENJOY!
"I do not own Undertale."
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Monsters all around the city were searching every corner of every building. Word quickly spread that the monster ambassador had been kidnapped with the help of Mettaton. Being a celebrity had it's perks, plus him also having a news channel also helped.
But even with all the commotion and panic in the monster community, few humans helped in the search. Most were glad the child was gone, though they wouldn't admit it in front of any monster in fear of being hurt. They hated the fact that monsters were even aloud in the city. So they just steered clear of searching and went on with their daily lives.
Sans, Papyrus and Undyne were searching the marketing area when a Whimsun flew up to them shyly. It made distressed sounds and started flying to the general direction of the storage area. Getting the massage, Papyrus called to the other two and they ran after the small flying monster.
It led them to the front of one of the storage sheds. Faint cries could be heard coming from it, along with horrible laughter. Papyrus started nervously sweating while Sans's eyes went pitch black. A spear materialized in Undyne's hand as she ordered the Whimsun to spread the location to every monster it saw. After it sped away they entered the shed. It was dark and cold, only light source being a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The shed was the size of a five person house, dusty boxes pushed to the side of the room. Sans swore he saw a rat running in between them at some point.
On the other side of the shed was a group of men circling something, laughing at they took turns hitting it. The man with the bat hit the object particularly hard and it swung back and knocked the man over, allowing the gang to see what they were hitting.
Said object was Frisk, hung by their arms and head bowed low and silently crying in pain. Their sweater was torn in some spots and splattered in blood. Their face, arms and legs were covered in deep purple bruises, making it hard to find any inch of unharmed skin. That was not mentioning the shallow cuts on them.
The gang were livid, watching the three men laugh and taunt the poor child. Sans's left eye burned with the intent to kill these sick excuses for humans. It was the same matter for Papyrus, who was already holding a femur. Undyne seemed frozen, seeing the one human able to beat her i such a poor state.
The one with the knife swiped his weapon above Frisk's hands, cutting the rope and allowing the child to harshly fall to the floor. He kicked them and turned to his friends.
"Let's go. Now that this ones finished we can deal with the other monsters. Then humanity will praise us as kings for getting rid of them!" He cheered, joined by the other two. Frisk whimpered and begged them to leave the monsters alone, only to be kicked again.
The men started to walk out the shed, but then took notice of their audience.
"Would you look at that! Seems we have volunteers for our plan. Ha ha ha! This will be a piece of cake!" The one with the bat grinned. The group stalked up to the monsters, only to suddenly stop when the air filled with tension.
Mist seemed to have started rolling into the building, dust blowing into the air. The temperature dropped several degrees in a matter of seconds, frost creeping on the walls and boxes. Undyne turned to the skeleton brothers. They shook their skulls, telling her that neither of them were the cause of this.
"No..."
All heads turned to Frisk, who was slowly making their way to their feet. The Ropes on their arms seemed to disintegrate, easily falling to the floor and allowing them access to their hands. Their gaze was trapped on their feet, their shoulder length hair hiding their face.
"No... I won't..."
Their arms hung sluggishly at their sides as they slowly lifted their head. But once they could see Frisk's face...The men could feel nothing but terror while the monsters simply stared in shock.
Their right eye was the darkest of blacks, seeming to stare into their soul. It was completely black, as if there wasn't an eye there in the first place. Tears of pain and sadness streamed out of it.
Their left eye was the same, only a white orb of fire floating in, tears of blood making a small stream down their cheek. The white fire burned brightly in their eye as it spread to their hand.
"I won't... let you... hurt them..."
Frisk lifted their glowing hand, the men being covered and lifted up by Frisk's white mist. They hovered shakily in the air, two of them to terrified to move. The only one who wasn't completely paralyzed in fear lifted his knife and threw it at Frisk.
A large shield formed in the shape of a heart, blocking the knife. The heart was a warm red color with a black flame surrounded by a white flame on the right side of the shield.
Frisk's voice suddenly turned as cold and hollow as ice.
"Men like you... with intentions like these...Don't deserve MERCY..."
Frisk moved their hand to the left and made blue bones fly through the men. After that they only had 1HP left. Frisk let them go and watched as they fell unconscious. Finally shaking out of their shock, Sans, Papyrus and Undyne ran to Frisk. Undyne caught Frisk as they fell forward, holding their left eye.
Their eyes had yet to return to normal as they cried in pain. Undyne gently held them to her chest as Papyrus carefully moved their hands away from their eye. He lifted their head to look at him and inspected their eye. Sans was the first to identify it.
"Looks like magic burn. Help me try to fix it Pap." The two skeletons used healing magic to lessen the pain as much as they could, but whimpers of pain were still coming from the poor child.
Undyne handed Frisk to Sans. "We need Alphys now. I'll be back in a minute." After that she left to call said scientist. Sans held tightly onto Frisk, wishing he could just end their pain. They were to kind to have to go through these kinds of things.
"Hey kiddo. It's ok, I know ya feel tear-able, but we're gonna get ya fixed. Then you'll be feeling right as rain again." Sans joked, coaxing a small smile from them. "SANS IS RIGHT, SIBLING. ONCE YOUR BACK HOME WE CAN TAKE CARE OF THOSE INJURIES. THESE MEAN HUMANS SHALL BE HANDED TO ASGORE AND JUSTICE WILL BE RECEIVED!" Papyrus said, attempting to heal a few of the worst knife wounds.
Knowing they were in safe hands, Frisk let the welcoming hands of unconsciousness take them to the land of dreams...
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I have bee waiting to type this since forever... What do you guys and girls think? I think it's awesome if I do say myself.
I'm thinking of making a Fran Bow and Ouran High School Host Club cross-over. And I need some ideas about Fran's personality. If you know any good Fran Bow fan fictions send me the title and author name please.
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