Time Change/Settings Change
.Motion Verbs.
Chapter Two:
I Recognize You [1]
Frisk was once again, at the old judgment hall garden, tending to the flowers. Asriel popped in.
"Sis, you have training with Undyne." He beckoned.
Frisk hummed, putting down the watering can she dusted off her skirt.
"Sssssooo?" He nudged her arm with his elbow, though, all it did was phase through her.
"How was it?!"
"...It was, a very new experience for me." Frisk smiled as she sat down on a chair.
Asriel grinned.
"But what happened to: there's no way in my immortal life am I stepping out." He mocked while wiggling his brows.
"You know I'm not good with meeting new Monsters... and um, well...well I've changed my mind..." her tail begins waving in the air.
"Ah, changed. Alright, I'll take that as an answer..." He crossed his arms while nodding .
Frisk rolled her eyes.
"When exactly does Undyne want me?" She turned his way.
He stroked the fur on his chin, "I think it was at... 1:28 a.m."
She takes out her phone.
Asriel noticed the contraption and peered down at it, "you're finally taking your phone out with you?"
She smiles and nods.
"For just in case reasons..."
Gazing at the time her gold eyes widened.
"It's 12:58!" She shrieked. Falling off the chair, Frisk scurried up the stairs.
She ran against the clock, and through the hall then the door.
After a few minutes a wide building that had a glass dome, came to view.
"Hah, hah." Frisk caught her breath and grinned at the time.
(1:27...)
"Phew.."
She trotted the rest of the way to the training hall. It was still empty.
"Sigh"
(Still not here, that's good. It must mean she's still looking for me.)
Strolling to one of the benches Frisk released a tired breath.
She opened her eyes and observed the area. Asgore had created this before she came, it was meant to train the new guards. However, it's barely used, and only Undyne seems to make use for it to let off some steam.
Her phone began ringing.
.Flinch.
She stare at the screen with exhaustion.
(Undyne.)
Tapping the icon, Frisk greeted her.
"Hello?" She asked.
"I'm looking for you Frisk, where are you?!"
The sound of shifting, and an item dropping was muffled in the phone.
Frisk face scrunched at the sounds, "I am, at the training hall..."
"That's great! I'm heading there right now!" Before Frisk could ask what she was doing, Undyne had already hung up.
[BAM!]
She heard stomping in the distance.
(That was quick.)
The door slams open.
"Training!" She screamed.
.Flinch.
Flexing her arms, and her head in the air, Undyne yelled, "are...you... ready!"
Frisk stands from the bench and nods.
(We only talked about this the day before yesterday, so I've never really trained my magic for combat...)
She stared at Undyne's getup, of a tank top, and leggings. Scars were dressed on her muscular arms.
(This is kind of making me nervous...)
Undyne squinted at Frisk.
"How are you supposed to move around in that skirt?!" She yelled.
"I'll be able to train in this."
She flapped at her knee length, dark blue skirt.
"I'll have to see it, to believe it!" She said.
"So, what do we do? Use magic... fight?" She asked.
"Weren't you listen?! We're training!" She screamed.
"Oh, alright." Frisk scratched her neck.
"Now attack me!" Undyne placed her thumb on her chest.
Her gold eyes widened, "w-what?! I can not do that!"
"Are you supposed to be a wimp?!" She said.
Taking a step back, Frisk stared at her. (Wh-what should I do?)
"If you won't attack me, then I will!" Undyne summoned a spear and ran towards her.
"Gasp!" She wanted to summon her vines but nothing materialized.
With nothing to defend herself, she unconsciously summoned her fire. Undyne jumped back while grinning.
"S-sorry!" Frisk panicked, she didn't mean for that to happen. She was only a beginner in fire magic...
"Sorry?! Ha! You've got spunk Frisk!"
Undyne's spear dispersed, "let's see what else you can do!"
Stomping her booted foot on the ground, ten spears suddenly emerged.
"Oh dear..."
Frisk evaded one spear by a hair.
Landing on the ground, she turned to Undyne, "isn't this supposed to be training!"
"Hell yeah it is!"
Stumbling to stand, Frisk huffed.
"This does not seem like a warm up!"
She squeaked, but managed to dodged another spear.
"Hey!"
"That wasn't fair!"
Undyne had shot a spear that was aimed to her foot.
"Why can we not do an encounter!" Frisk begged.
Undyne was gripping a spear, "not every monster is willing to do an encounter, Frisk!"
(But it's less fatal, what Monster would not?)
Frisk glanced towards her trainer and guard. Undyne was serious.
(I really don't like this, but there is nothing I can do...)
As she huffed, gold pollen escaped from her muzzle. Straightening her back and clumsily stanceing she summoned her fire.
Undyne grinned.
"That's the spirit!"
Frisk was constantly dodging Undyne's attacks. But, not attacking back.
Left, then Right. Down, then over. Lean here, then lean there.
Becoming increasingly better at the skill, she was also reminiscing the fact that she required physical training, for her endurance. Now beginning to regret that she did not remain in shape in the last few years, she was exhausted...
Sweat beaded down her forehead and hair matted. Frisk was in need of a warm bath after this.
As she was meaning to dodge to the left, Frisk slipped, causing her to land on her back.
"uuuuugh..."
"That's it, I'm done. I can not go on..."
"Oh, come on!" Undyne dropped her spear on the ground in disbelief.
Frisk hummed.
Two weeks had passed.
During that time frame Undyne decided that Frisk should focus on her endurance.
It was a nightmare.
Every two hours was a lap around the gym. Then weight lifting. Then MORE laps! Frisk was ordered to sleep early, and when she was sore, to take a heated bath and have food with healing properties. Her two weeks were scheduled and precise. Endurance, then magic training, endurance, then magic training, the cycle continued. No buts, only shuts. Nevertheless, Frisk had stayed in contact with Alphys over the phone. Talking about mindless topics, girly things, something called 'Anime' and little snippets about their personal life.
Frisk was not ready to say too much though...
However, the most surprising fact that she had learned, was that little Alphys had a crush on Undyne. It was so sweet, and she would have gladly helped. Except, poor little Frisk had no experience, whatsoever.
Sigh.
During the third week of the nightmare
"Why are we out here?" She asked.
"Try summoning a shield." Undyne demanded.
Frisk has had a difficult time in summon a shield in the past two weeks of training. Her endurance increased, and her body slimmed down, but just dodging wouldn't save her life, against a possible threat.
Frisk furrowed her brows.
The ground begins to rumble. Vines shoot out the ground and forms a wall.
"Gasp!"
"I did it!" She smiles.
Undyne stares at the vines.
"But, how come it didn't work in the training room?" She asked.
"... wow," Undyne looks down at her with shock, "I think your magic ability is Plant manipulation." Undyne guessed.
Frisk nods.
(There have been signs of that...)
"But the problem with you, is that you've got to be outside." She said.
"With Plant manipulation, you manipulate the earth to provide yourself with your vine shield." She continued.
(Oh.)
"But when we were in my training hall, there is no dirt or grass. So your magic is reared useless." She concluded.
Undyne gazed down at Frisk, "all you did was cast your shield. So right now, you must learn to summon it."
"..." She looks down.
"You know what, let's just practice your fire magic!" Undyne smiles.
Frisk grinned up at her, "I can do that".
"Well, hurry up!" She said.
Frisk nods.
She furrows her eyes and summons green fire balls.
"Green again!" Undyne yells.
Frisk nods.
"How are you supposed to attack me with those!" She said.
Frisk furrowed her brows. The fire flickers to orange.
"Sigh.."
The wind blows.
She opens her eyes and shoots the fire balls at Undyne. Undyne summons her spear and spins it to block off the fire.
"Now we're talkin!" She grins as sweat beaded down her forehead from the heat. Summoning a multiple of spears she shoots them at Frisk.
Frisk casted her vine shield.
Some of the spears tear through it.
(Gasp!)
Frisk ducks and curls to the ground. She casts another vine shield to protect her. But this time it forms a bubble around her. Lotus flowers bloom on the bubble and glows white. They begin shooting yellow seeds in random directions.
"What the?!" Undyne summons a green shield to protect herself.
Smoke and dust surrounds the area. Only the sphere of vines with buds were left.
The vines contract themselves into the ground when it felt no presence of danger, the ground began to stitch itself.
Frisk was still curled up on the ground with her paws over her face.
She peeks an eye through her paws.
"Is, is it over?"
"Yeah!" Undyne screams.
She runs towards Frisk.
Frisk bleated, as she was swung into the air. She looked like a child being held by their mother.
"That was awesome!" Undyne shouted.
Frisk smiles proudly.
"It was? What did I do?" She asked.
"You don't even know?!" She yells offensively.
Frisk shakes her head.
Undyne grins.
"I think you just came up with your own attack just now." She said rather impressed.
"I-I did?!" Frisk squeaked.
"Heck, Yeah!" She yelled.
"Haha!" Frisk giggled with joy.
In the lounging room
Frisk was sitting on the large couch, in between Asgore and Toriel as they sipped on a hot beverage, "and then she said the flowers just started shooting everywhere!"
Asgore placed his cup on the plate, which was perched on his lap, "no one happened to be around?"
Frisk shook her head.
"As long as no one got hurt." Toriel smiled.
Asgore sips some of his tea. (oh it was tea...)
Toriel placed her finished tea on the table.
"How is your garden coming along, my child?"
"The one in the old judgment hall, or the one in the backyard?" She asked.
Asgore crinkled his muzzle, "the one in the backyard."
Frisk cringed but looked up at Toriel.
"It's going fine, alright. I had dad to help out before, but now I can do it on my own." She said while smiling.
Asgore grinned.
"I believe Frisk here, doesn't need my help anymore."
"Gasp! I never!" She smirked while making a dramatic pose.
"..." they smile.
"Hahaha!" They gushed out laughing.
"Very funny, my child."
"Haha."
Asgore chuckles.
Frisk smiles brightly, glancing at her parents talking she frowned.
"... Mom, Dad..."
They turned towards her.
"Uh, never mind..." She said.
"Is everything alright, my child?" Toriel asked with worried eyes.
"No, no. I'm fine. I'll be in my room." She said while placing her tea cup on the table. Frisk carefully climbed down the couch.
"Frisk." called Asgore.
"Yes?"
Asgore had a grave expression, "if there's anything wrong, you can tell us."
Frisk smiles.
"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong."
Frisk quarters
"Sigh"
Frisk was sitting on her chair with her laptop out.
It was night time and she was typing out her story. She was wearing her short white tank top gown with a pink ribbon at the chest.
Frisk had her journal out and was biting on her pen.
(Hmm. So this would happen first, and then she'll-)
Her eyes became heavy, exhaustion came upon her.
Due to her changed schedule, Frisk becomes exhausted easily. Usually all she needed was five hours of sleep, or none at all. Goat Monsters didn't need sleep, but still experienced it, because it made one feel quite energizing.
Shutting her laptop and clumsily dropping down her chair, Frisk began to drag her feet on the grass carpet. Poppy flowers bloomed behind her with every drag. Flopping on her bed and crawling underneath the blankets, the poppies began to glow, placing her in a deep and peaceful sleep.