Warning: Attempted non-con stuff
Chapter 51: The Blue Soul
The next time she awoke she was in a fancy bed with a pink frilly bedspread.
Suddenly there was a loud ringing coming from the right.
Groaning Frisk turned to the sound and saw it was coming from a small cellphone.
She eagerly picked it up and clicked talk.
"Hello?"
"So Shirley, are you coming to the party tonight?"
"Party? What party?" Frisk asked.
"You forgot? Jared invited us to come over with some friends at his house."
"Oh."
"You're not intending on bailing, are you?"
"No," Frisk blirted out before she could think.
"Alright, remember my dad will be picking us up after practice."
"Practice?"
"Y'know ballet. My father wants me to become a dancer like my mother."
"Oh."
"Well see you later."
Frisk clicked the phone off and got dressed.
Once again, she found herself disgusted by the cropped tops, skinny jeans and short in her dresser that looked sinful to wear.
She liked coverage. It made her feel more safe and more secure.
After Frisk got dressed, she headed out of her room into the kitchen which was covered in dirty plates, empty liquor bottles and empty coffee filters.
A woman with a stained tanktop and torn jeans was sitting in the kitchen nursing a mug of coffee.
"Oh you're up I see."
"Are you taking me to school or..."
She looked surprised.
"Well that's different. You usually have breakfast before you go."
The woman swayed her head lazily.
"There might be something in the fridge," she said.
Frisk noticed the woman didn't get up to help her or anything so she assumed it was something she had to do herself.
From the redness in her eyes is was apparent she was incapable of cooking even if she could.
She took out some milk from the fridge and a box of cereal from the cupboard fixing herself a bowl.
Just as she was about to dig in her breakfast, the woman got up and headed to her room.
Frisk was about to say something but thought better of it.
Asking for a ride from someone who was clearly drunk was a death wish and even if this was a dream she wanted to avoid the outcome of it.
After she finished eating, she grabbed her bag and headed out.
She took out her cellphone and tried to look for her friend's phone number when she heard someone honk to her.
Frisk turned and saw a fancy car drive up to her.
One of the windows was rolled down and a girl with long blonde hair glanced at her through the window.
"Well don't just stand there. Hop in."
Frisk headed into the car and drove off.
"Your mom ditched you again, didn't she?"
"Oh does she do it alot?"
"This is the fourth time she's done it this week ever since she's went with that guy. He's probably another doozy."
Frisk glanced at a photo of a woman with short blonde hair.
"Who's that?"
"Oh that's my mother. You never seen her have you?"
Frisk nodded.
"What's her name?"
"Amanda."
"Interesting."
"What's so interesting about it?"
'Terri's mother also was named Amanda wasn't she?'
"It was just a passing thought."
"She would have picked us up but she has work."
"She's beautiful."
"I know."
They were dropped off outside the school.
"Steph," the man at the steering wheel said. "Good luck at school."
"Don't worry, dad. I'm always lucky," Steph said.
"You too, Shirley."
Frisk nodded.
"Alright."
Once her dad drove off, Steph spoke.
"What was that about?"
"Huh?"
"You're quiet. Usually it's hard to get you to shut up."
After school, Steph and Frisk sat in the grass in front of the school.
'What will happen after I leave the underground? There might be the chance that the king and I could make some arrangement but that doesn't change my circumstances. Even if I do make it to the surface it will be short lived. I can't run forever.'
"So who do you like?"
Frisk turned towards Stephanie and blushed.
"Huh? That's a little random."
"You looked like you were in deep thought."
"I was just thinkin' about the future."
'What it would be like on the surface if I freed the monsters. If Sans was still my friend after everything. He don't seem to like the fact I've killed some monsters while I was down here.'
"The future in the arms of your boyfriend?"
"Of course not," Frisk snapped.
Steph chuckled.
"So who is it, hmm?"
Frisk blushed.
"I don't have anybody."
"Is it Austin?"
"Who's Austin?" Frisk asked.
Steph chuckled.
"That's him over there."
Steph pointed at a boy with short blond hair. He was walking next to a boy with shoulder length red hair which he tied back in a small ponytail.
Steph cooed.
"Oh you like Michael."
Frisk was entranced by the other boy but had no idea why.
"Huh?"
"You were staring at him for longer than a minute."
"Well he's kind of captivating."
Steph left before Frisk could say another word.
Much to her horror, Steph had walked up to the boy. They talked for some time before she returned.
She came back beyond herself with excitement.
"He said he'd come."
"Oh joy."
"You don't need to be sarcastic."
"I don't even know him."
"Relax it'll be fun."
Michael smiled and waved at Frisk.
"Don't just stand there, wave at him."
Frisk cringed and reluctantly waved back.
She turned when she heard a horn beep at them.
"Come on, Shirley."
Frisk followed Steph to the car and they were dropped off outside hers or rather Shirley's home.
Before she could say another word, Steph's father drove off.
"I thought we were going to a party."
"We are. I told my dad we were coming to your house because it's a closer walk."
Steph and Frisk walked to a house a couple of blocks away.
A bunch of cars were parked outside the house and assorted lights flashed through the windows with blue, green and red colors.
"Is this the place?"
"Yeah, it fits the description. Let's go."
Once they were inside, the two looked around.
"Oh look there's Jared and Michael's nearby. Why don't you go talk to him."
"I don't know. I have a bad feeling."
"Nonsense, lighten up."
She shoved her to Michael.
"Talk to him."
Frisk chuckled nervously.
"Um-hello."
"Hey."
The silence was long.
'How awkward.'
"How are you?
"Good."
"So how do you like the party so far."
Frisk smiled.
"I guess I'm havin' fun."
"That's good."
He glanced away from Frisk.
"Um. Do you want a drink?"
"Sure," she said watching him carefully as he got the drinks.
She saw a white packet peering out of his back pocket.
He came back minutes later with two glasses of fruit punch.
Frisk took a glass from his hand and turning to the side. She tilted the glass without the drink hitting her lips.
"Good punch," Frisk said, dumping the punch in the trashbag.
"So your friend likes me but I don't think I'm your type. I guess what I'm askin' is why?"
"I know a boy that looked just like you."
"A doppleganger?"
Frisk glanced at him.
"The only difference between you is the way you have your hair, the clothes are different and he's more mysterious."
Michael motioned her to follow him to a room.
Frisk nabbed a knife from another guy before joining him. She hid it in her pant pocket.
"I'm not mysterious?"
"Not at all."
"I think you haven't looked hard enough," he said, his soft smile turning malicious. His hand reached out to trap her as he slammed the door and locked it.
Frisk chuckled.
"So predictable. You were planning on drugging me weren't ya? I saw the drugs in your pocket. I'm not a fool."
Michael looked startled.
"Well so what. Not much good that will do when no one will hear you scream."
He grabbed her shirt pulling at it.
"Let me go."
She grabbed at his hands.
He chuckled.
"Not so powerful now. You're weak just like the rest of them."
Frisk snorted.
"You mean you do this often? Somehow I'm not surprised. It's fitting for scum like you."
Steph came in from the other room looking agape.
"Are you just gonna stand there? Help me."
Michael turned to glare at her.
"Hehe, maybe she just needed some alone time."
Frisk chuckled.
"Looks like your friend backed out."
Her left hand reached for her knife.
"You really are something aren'tcha? Calling us weak when we comply. Are you going to say I asked for it too?"
Frisk stabbed him in the groin.
"You b-tch."
"See when idiots like you think with your dick, I'm inclined to throw away the privilege altogether. Hope you understand and in time you'll forgive me though I don't care either way."
Michael looked at her as if she was a monster.
"You're insane."
"Well this is only a dream, right? I can just claim you asked for it because you did didn't you?"
"N-no."
"Yes, you did."
She stabbed him in the groin.
"NO!" he cried out.
"Admit it I mean it's not like it hurts. You feel the same pleasure that I do."
Frisk took out the knife and did it again.
"NOOOO!"
Frisk looked down at her handiwork satisfied. She left the room and grabbed Steph dragging her away while she was talking with Jared.
"Hey stop, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like? We're leaving."
"Why?"
"Don't be an idiot. It's obvious why we're here. You want to rebel because you feel pressured to make your dad proud but this is the wrong way to do it."
"How do you know?"
"You knew what was happening to me but you avoided it. You can't possibly think this'll lead to any fun."
Steph snorted.
"You're wrong. I'll prove it."
Frisk smirked.
"Fat lot of good they find out about the stabbing that happened in the other room."
"What do you mean by that? What happened?"
"Well you saw didn't you? What that boy tried to do? If you think for one second I was going to let him do anything to me then you are barking up the wrong tree."
"What? That can't be. That's not how I remember it. Shirley didn't do that."
"No," Frisk said. "She didn't. I did."
"Who are you? Why did you do this?"
"Do you really think I'm going to let this continue the way you want it to? Get real," Frisk said. "I wouldn't have survived for as long as I had if I lived your way. It's a hard life in the real world. When you've lived on the streets, you see everything."
"You're a monster."
Frisk chuckled.
"Hah, it's only a dream. What do I care? They're not real. You were willing to put your friend in danger to get what you want it's no different."
Steph looked horrified.
"Still I have to thank you, you've helped me realize what if feels like to be honest with myself despite it all and what a life of morality is all about so thank you."
'If I leave things the way they are that's the kind of world I'll wind up living with. I can't allow that to happen no matter what.' Frisk thought.
'Do I really feel pressured or am I jealous that my stepmother is trying to take 'him' away from me?' Stephanie thought. 'I guess after mom died I could never properly grieve for her.'
"Thank you, I guess," she said.
'What would have happened if this was real though?'
Frisk sat up. A wet cloth had fallen from her forehead.
"you were running a fever."
"Oh."
She turned and glanced at Napstablook.
Napstablook blushed.
"i'm glad you're alright now."
She got up.
"I think I'm going to take a walk and get a breath of fresh air. I'll be back," she said.
Awsgosto 1768
While monsters had been adjusting to life in the underground for hundreds of years, Earl Dreemurr and his wife, Sisestad had resided in the castle in the ruins made of purple brick.
Earl was a white chubby goat monster with brown eyes, long dark hair and a goatee. His wife Sisestad however was a black goat with green eyes and long blue hair. Some pieces of her hair were tied back in tight braids.
Monsters slaved away at building this castle for him and his family. With their captivity was the memory of their lives on the surface and how the humans had ruined it for them.
It was up to the king to remember this story for his descendents in case something like that happened again.
If Asgore was to succeed the throne he needed to be strong if not stronger than he was.
"Earl?"
The king turned and peered at his wife who was standing in the doorway of his room.
"Sisestad, what is it?"
"It's our son. I tried to wake up our son for school but he insists on staying home."
"School? Why would our son need to go to school?" Earl asked.
Sisestad regarded him shrewdly, gazing at him as if he were stupid for even asking that question.
"Well if you want him to be some ignorant dictator be my guest. How will our son ever be fit to rule this kingdom if he is oblivious to the other monster's concerns?"
"That is the least of his problems. Sure that's a great thing to have, but it's hardly necessary to become a fitting ruler. He needs nothing more then to be alive to rule. I hardly see how an education would help where fighting would not. The monsters would hardly know the difference."
"Perhaps but the last thing this kingdom needs is a sufficient excuse for monsters to form a rebellion against its monarchy."
Sisestad left the room.
"ASGORE, GET UP." she yelled and it echoed across the castle.
Asgore jolted out of bed.
His heart beating erratically. Quickly he opened the door.
"Mom? What is it?"
"Get ready for school."
"School? But mom, I don't want to go to school."
"You have little choice in the matter."
"All those kids need is another excuse to tease me. They call me, a little pansy and they say I'm not fit to rule in my father's place."
Sisestad huffed and smiled slyly.
"A real shame that they aren't the king. Until that day comes I guess they'll just have to wait to kiss your feet."
"Mom, this isn't funny. I don't want to deal with the other kids."
"This is not up for debate, young man. Besides out of all the monsters surely one of them will be your friend. The odds are in your favor with being the king's son and all. So have a little hope."
Asgore grumbled.
"Mom!"
"Now get dressed. Believe me if it was a matter of perserving your self-image I'd let you stay home however I'm not letting anything stand in the way of your education. Not even ignorant children who live off of butchering your self-esteem."
Quickly Asgore headed to the kitchen. The table had already been set up with a white lacy table cloth. One of the royal maids had already prepared breakfast on the table.
Asgore sat down and dug in to his food before taking his bag and heading out with his bodyguard.
"Franklin, keep an eye out on him alright." Sisestad said.
Franklin, the prince's bodyguard was a tall skeleton who wore a fancy suit, tie and ironed black pants.
For as long as Asgore could remember he had been a long time friend of his father's.
Once they had headed out Franklin spoke.
"Young prince, is there something troubling you?" he asked.
"Nothing. Just mom forcing me to go to school against MY wishes."
Franklin chuckled.
"It's quite rib tickling isn't it?"
"Rib tickling?"
"I guess you didn't get the joke. Oh well. Perhaps in time, you'll understand why she's doing this. You ought to know how much the queen cares about you."
"She's has a bad way of showing it."
Once Asgore arrived at school, he spotted monsters clumping together talking amongst themselves.
Asgore felt his heart beat quickly, his mind clustered in fog.
"Come along, prince. No use in idling about. Let's head to your first class."
Franklin lead him to a classroom full of flat rectangular chairs and stools.
On the front of the classroom was empty vials in a tray and a sink.
The room however was empty except for the teacher whose face was like a clam monster and another skeleton in the room wearing a lab coat.
The skeleton wore a pair of goggles and was tinkering with some chemicals in the vials.
"Howdy," Asgore greeted him shyly.
Still the skeleton continued on as if he hadn't heard him speak.
Perhaps he didn't hear him.
"HOWDY," Asgore tried speaking once more.
The skeleton jolted as the chemicals in his vials flew onto his lab coat causing it to smoke where the liquid had dropped. He set down the vial and took off his lab coat before taking off his goggles.
"What-is-it? Couldn't you see I-was-busy?" the skeleton asked through gritted teeth.
"Sorry. Say what were you working on anyway?" Asgore inquired curiously.
"Just sciencey stuff, nothing you could possibly be interested in."
"I don't know about that? What's so boring about causing your lab coat to go up in smoke? Do you make explosions too?"
The skeleton huffed folding his arms irritably.
"Of course not."
"Oh."
The skeleton was gazing at Asgore very shrewdly.
"You look familiar."
Asgore chuckled nervously.
"I don't know why. We haven't met before."
'If he finds out I'm the prince then I'm history.'
"What's your name anyway?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. Who else would I be talking too? Definitely not that ol' man." The skeleton said, before looking up to gaze at Franklin.
"It's Asgore. What about you?"
"Wing Ding," he said.
"Are you sure you don't make explosions?"
Wing Ding sighed.
"I guess you're not going to let this go huh?"
Asgore looked at him in confusion. Wing Dings merely smirked as if he was quite proud of himself.
"While science is not centered around explosions. It does include the next best thing. You get to see chemicals react to physical objects and magical objects. Some of the chain reactions are quite fascinating."
"I'll admit that does sound kind of cool."
Once class started, the teacher introduced himself to the class.
"Greetings, my name is Oyster however as your teacher I'd like it if you all would address me as Mr Oyster from here on out."
He called out the names of the monsters in class one by one.
His eyes narrowed however before he called Asgore's name.
"Asgore Murderer."
All the monsters fell silent, Asgore turned and saw that Franklin was winking at him giving him a quirky smirk.
'Figures, he'd go with an anagram. He couldn't resist poking fun at my last name. Bet mom let him do it too. At least he didn't go around telling everyone that I'm the prince.'
Still as time past it was becoming apparent that Oyster was really out for his blood always calling on him to answer questions.
"What are the three rules of magic theory, Mr Murderer?"
Asgore was certain that this wasn't even covered through the lecture. Still Wing Ding's hand had shot up nevertheless but the teacher called on him instead and he didn't even have his hand up.
"I-I don't know."
Oyster huffed, muttering 'amateur' under his breath.
"The three basic rules are this. All magic has a basis in creation. It can only be created by creation. Creations cannot be created or destroyed unless through magical means."
While he had been discouraged for the remainder of class, it wasn't until after it was done that Wing Ding stopped him.
"So did you learn anything?"
"No, it might has well have been gibberish. My brain hurts from all of it."
"Usually it's not that bad. Science I mean. That teacher really had it out for you, didn't he?"
Asgore nodded.
"I'll explain it so it's more clear. There was this scientist that theorised that this place was created from an undescribable force. This force was also responsible for causing the rules of this place. If this force was also responsible for creating the rules. It makes sense it would be their creation. It's why we call that force, a creation."
"That makes sense," he said. "But what does that have to do with making chemical reactions?"
"There's other components within creation that makes chemical reactions possible. With those chemical reactions it's theorised that this reality was created."
Two weeks had passed, Asgore was finding school to be quite fun with Wing Ding around however it was too good to last.
Somehow he had ended up vexing Mr Oyster even though Asgore had answered all of his questions correctly. Mr Oyster had asked to see the young prince after class much to Asgore's confusion.
So after class, he had stayed after.
"I see you get a kick out of undermining my authority, Mr Murderer or should I say Mr Dreemurr? Maybe you should return to the castle, back to your parents who spoil you."
Asgore turned red in the face.
"Pardon?"
"It's no secret that your father has ways of abusing his power to get what he wants and you're no different. We're not your slaves to command at your whim, Mr Dreemurr and I will not be disrespected so apologise.
"Sorry," he said, softly.
"Louder, I didn't hear you."
"I'm sorry."
"Good. That will be all."
Asgore left the classroom with his shoulders slumped. A group of monsters were hovering outside the classroom all with various emotion.
The only person Asgore saw however was Wing Ding though he couldn't read the skeleton's expression.
Still there was no indication that anything had changed as Wing Ding had led Asgore to a long river that had come from the waterfall at the far end of the cavern.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
"The waterfall?" Asgore asked.
"Yes, it must be your first time seeing it if the rumors are true. That is the source of the underground's energy without it we'd have no light down here, no electricity. No electricity, no food."
"So you know then? That I'm the prince?"
"It was kind of hard to filter it out when Mr Oyster's voice carries. Everyone outside the classroom could hear you two talking."
Asgore groaned.
"I'm done for. I'll understand if you don't want to be around me because of this."
He was about to turn and leave when Wing Ding's voice stopped him.
"I said nothing about not wanting to be around you. If anything I'm amazed that you're even here given the rumors surrounding the king and his reputation."
"Mr Oyster was mentioning that."
"Still what he said was irrational given the context of what he was saying. There's been rumor going around that there are more monsters becoming prone to acts of irrational violence. Most of which people are claiming is linked to the king," said Wing Ding. "I don't know whether these rumors hold any water however even if these claims were true, connecting them to someone else who has no control over these turn of events would be ignorant and illogical."
"You think so?"
"I know so," Wing Ding said.
"Thanks alot. You're a great friend, Wing Ding."
"I know."
As Frisk was heading out, she ran into a goat monster around the same height as her.
"Sorry."
Frisk looked up and saw the monster offer his hand. He wore a red mask that obscured his face and a set of golden armor over violet robes. She could see brown eyes peer from the eyeholes in the mask.
She readily accepted his hand.
"It's a beautiful day today isn't it?"
Perplexed by the question, Frisk simply agreed.
"Though I haven't seen you around here before. What is your name?"
"My name?" Frisk asked. This was the first monster who had asked her about her name.
"Um, it's Frisk," she said. "And you?"
"You can call me, Asriel."
"Asriel?!" Chara said. "Wait, I know an Asriel."
'You do?'
"Yeah, there's no way this monster is Asriel. The Asriel I know wouldn't be caught dead in such a cool costume."
'And why not?'
"Well from what I remember he's kinda lame. I'd say he's more of a nerd like yourself."
'Said nerd, also saved us from getting killed from that scarlet assassin.'
Asriel conjured a fireball in his hand.
"Wanna have a battle?"
"A battle?"
A determined look passed the monster's eyes.
"Well you look like you have seen some battles in your life time. It's an honorary tradition to spar with someone in battle to see who's stronger."
"What if I don't want to fight?" Frisk said.
"Oh? Are you afraid you will lose?"
Frisk pondered something.
"It's not losing that I'm worried about. I made two promises. If you kill me I'd be breaking one. If I killed you I'd also be breaking one."
Asriel chuckled heartily.
"Who says it's a battle to the death? If I wanted to kill you I'm already quite capable of doing so."
To any other person it might have sounded like a joke the way he was chuckling but his voice was mirthless. It was reminiscent of a conversation Frisk had with Sans.
In the case of the conversation she had with the skeleton, Sans had used humor to conceal a threat. His voice however had contained none of the mirth that came with the joke.
Asriel didn't seem like the kind of monster who would conceal threats through humor. Given the context of the words, it seemed death was a very personal thing to him.
It was something she could understand very well.
"Alright then, I'll battle with you," she said before getting up.
Asriel chuckled.
"Good."
He stood still.
Frisk regarded him cautiously.
"Aren't you gonna attack?"
"I'm fine where I'm at."
"Awfully cocky isn't he?" Chara added.
It would appear that way. Still to be confident enough to wait for the person to attack could very well be an indicator to not underestimate her opponent.
Frisk walked up to him and her right fist flew towards him.
He sidestepped it easily.
"You are too slow."
Frisk swung again but Asriel moved again.
"Why are you evading my attacks?"
"Ever heard the saying, slow and steady wins the race."
Only when the battle continued and Frisk was beginning to feel exhausted did the words sink.
She was so slow, he immediately caught her fist in his right hand.
"Is that the best you can do?"
She reached out with her leg causing him to stumble and release his hold on her.
He conjured fireballs with his hand firing them towards her feet.
She yelped before noticing Asriel preparing to conjure what looked to be an electric ball.
Quickly Frisk managed to tiptoe around the flames. She used the opportunity to punch him with her left hand, the stronger of the two.
Asriel grinned as he caught her wrist in his left hand. Yellow magic danced along where his hand joined her wrist.
Frisk tried to move but found she was paralysed.
'Sh-t.'
"That was a fun match. Still it wasn't very impressive," he said. "though you have a lot of potential."
Asriel took a vial from his belt and tossed it at the ground in front of her where it exploded into yellow smoke.
When the smoke ceased, Frisk noticed the magic had disappeared from her left hand.
"You don't know much about battling down here do you? That's completely understandable if you don't," he said. "No one keeps the old traditions anymore. So not many would know about status ailments."
"Well I did learn some information on it. I just had no idea that magic could inflict certain states. I thought you might have grown some toxic plants down here or something."
"Completely understandable. I can teach you more about status ailments if you like. I'll even give you more pointers on how to fight."
Frisk nodded.
"The only magics that inflict status ailments are the following: fire, void and lightning magic. Lightning magic inflicts paralysis, fire inflicts burns and void magic inflicts poison damage. Still even the most experienced fighters will fight with a status ailment," Asriel explained. "Burns and poison usually can't be cured without a potion of some sort, still a shield spell would equally suffice if a fighter doesn't care about pain and is trying to outlast an opponent. Paralysis only stops physical attacks so casting magic in those situations is still no problem."
"I see. Can monsters utilise all the magics?"
"No only boss monsters can utilise all forms of magic."
"Oh? So you're a boss monster then?"
"Correct."
"I see then you can't teach monsters other types of magic then?"
"I could but it's not a matter of learning magic or understanding it but rather executing it. Monsters can't execute different types of magic because they're not built for it. Boss monsters were the only kind made with that very purpose."
"So if the subject being taught wasn't human then they could learn it with ease?"
"Not quite. In fact the whole problem is reversed. Where monsters are only built for certain magics, other beings such as humans don't have to worry about that instead where monsters already understand how to cast magic and possess the intent to cast it, humans don't."
"I don't follow."
"Two things are required to get a spell down. Typically when casting a spell a certain state of mind must be present. With void magic, it is most effective when the caster is honest. It is equally effective if the caster strongly exhibits the trait that coalesces with their soul to cast that spell. So a soul that is strongly honest would be able to use strong void magic in theory but only if magic was present since it is the second thing that is required for spell casting."
"So then you would know how to use magic the most efficent way possible then?"
"I don't know about that."
Frisk sighed.
"Well I could use the help. I have these spells."
"Let's see it."
Frisk conjured a fireball in her hands before it exploded in her hands.
She yelped.
Asriel qwelled the fires with his hands as Frisk conjured a blue bone in her hand.
His eyes widened.
"Both of those spells were pretty advanced magic. Still you seem unskilled. Continue like this and you can hurt yourself."
"So what do I do?"
"Close your eyes and concentrate. Focus on the heat around you and draw it in one place."
Frisk could feel something manifesting in her hand.
"Still even if you have mastered this in one try. Magic cannot be utilised to it's full potential if it is not used."
She opened her eyes and saw her hand had manifested a red flame every so often it was blowing with the light breeze.
"Even now, your flame twitches. It is unsteady. You need to put more focus on maintaining the spell. Only then can you utilize it. Focus requires time. If you like I can train you more tomorrow."
"Sure."
"Good. I will see you then."
With that he continued with his walk towards Snowdin.
The training had continued for the remainder of the days to come.
During training one particular day, Frisk conjured a blue flame in her hand.
"I think you've managed to grasp some control over your magic," Asriel said. "Now it's a matter of manifesting it. Close your eyes and picture the shape and what you intend to use it for."
"The intent?"
"Yes, the intent is important for the kind of magic you intend to cast. If you intend to hurt someone the magic will not only hurt the intended party but the effect will linger longer than someone who just wanted to hinder their enemy."
'I want to survive.'
A white bone manifested in her hand.
Asriel glanced at the bone thoughtfully.
"I see."
"What?"
"It is nothing. I was just thinking about something. I guess that will be all for today. You ought to take it easy. Your body is probably fatigued after using all of that magic."
Before Frisk could speak, Asriel was gone.
"Did I do it or not?"
Chara shrugged.
"Who knows."
Avian appeared from the north.
"I saw you fighting."
"Yeah, that monster wanted to spar. We were just playing around," Frisk said.
"Is something bothering you? You've been leaving without a word."
"Yeah, I've also been wondering about that," said Chara.
"It's nothing."
"Something was clearly bothering you though. Are you sure you want to keep it a secret? Sometimes it's good to have someone there to confide in so it don't eat at you."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Well to each their own," Chara said.
"You've helped me realize what it feels like to be honest with myself despite it all and what a life of morality is all about so thank you."
"Are you sure?" Avian asked.
Frisk's eyebrows twitched.
"I SAID I don't want to talk about it."
"Wow that was mean," Chara said.
With a huff, Frisk walked away.
"Wait," Avian called out.
"I need some fresh air."
"Well, screw you too," she snapped as Frisk headed south.
'What am I even talking about? Everything I've done letting Zara live with them, leaving, this was because of me. I thought-'
"You thought they loved him more than you.' said another voice in her head.
'You're lying.'
'You're so selfish. You claim your actions was to save him but all you could think about was whether or not they'd replace you and you couldn't bear it. You didn't even think about what would happen once you left.'
'That's not true.'
'You could never tell them what was really bothering you. After all what would they think about you if they found out you were getting jealous over a child. You know people don't like sinners.'
Frisk traversed through the water to the south. Piles of trash were sitting in the corners as well as an old ice chest and refrigerator.
A very familiar dummy stood in between the ruble.
Grumbling, Frisk lashed out punching it.
"Yeah who cares," Chara said.
'Why am I even thinking about it? I can make mistakes. I just have to try harder.'
Curious about the refrigerator, Frisk opened it. Bottles of unopened soda was inside.
"Are those glass bottles?" Chara asked.
'Looks that way.'
She took one bottle out.
In the freezer, Frisk saw packages of Astro food and took out one sitting on the ice chest.
Opening the Astro food, Frisk saw it looked just like a moon pie.
'Never had food like this before.'
"I have," Chara said. "I think they only sell it to special people."
Frisk plopped a piece in her mouth.
"Well it tastes good at any rate."
She wrapped it carefully and set it in her pocket for later before attempting to open the bottle of soda.
"This is hard to open."
Her hand hurt.
"Ugh this sucks. I give up."
"Maybe the other monsters can help," Chara suggested.
Frisk sighed.
"You're right."
She got up and was about to head back when the sound of splashed passed her ears and the dummy reemerged in front of her floating around, spittle and cotton flying off it's body.
"You fool. You think you can hurt me? I'm a ghost that lives inside a DUMMY. My cousin used to live inside a dummy too. Until YOU, you...shucks! You were really boring. They got annoyed and flew away like any self-respecting spectre."
Frisk snorted.
"You think I'm funny do you? We'll see who has the last laugh. Dummies come out."
"Heh, he can't be serious," Chara said.
She looked around and saw dummies appearing from the shadows, from the deep depths of the water and from behind them.
"Cr-p."
"Dummies, attack."
Suddenly they fired bubbles at her from the sides and from behind.
Frisk dodged as they headed for her and it hit the dummy.
"Ow, you dummies. Watch where you're aiming your magic attacks."
She grinned smugly.
The dummy looked uneasy.
"Hey you. Forget I said anything about magic."
Frisk conjured a bone and tossed it at the dummy who dodged it.
"What are you gonna do with one measly bone?"
The dummies lunged for her from behind but she slipped through their opening.
She fired a barrage of bones in his direction.
One of them scratched the dummy's cheek.
"Hey watch it."
Frisk conjured a fireball in her left hand and tried to concentrate on forming another one in her right hand.
She moved in the dummy's direction allowing the magic to follow her and she back away in time as it hit him.
"I'll defeat you and take your soul then I'll use your soul to cross the barrier."
"Are you sure you won't absorb it for your own gain? A monster gets stronger when they absorb human souls. Your history is written all over the walls. You wouldn't even thought of it if no one had done it before. It must be so tempting when you're so weak," Frisk taunted.
"I'll kill you."
More dummies lunged for her.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that. You see I made a promise."
The dummy scoffed.
"It doesn't matter what you think when you're gonna die. When I break the barrier, I'll stand in the window of a fancy store then everything I want will be mine. Then I'll avenge my cousin."
The dummies fired more attacks.
One of the bubbles hit her face causing blood to drip down her cheek.
"Predictable you always leave openings."
"Cousin?" Chara asked.
"What was their name again?"
Chara face-palmed.
"This is going nowhere," he sputtered.
"You don't even know their name? What kind of family are you? If you're gonna risk your life for someone you should at least know their name. Do you even know what they like or what they aspire to be?" Frisk snapped.
"Of course I do, you idiot. They wanted to be a rock star. It was always their dream. They would always take trips to the surface, listening to rock bands until one day they mysteriously disappeared never to be seen again."
"How do you know a human killed them?"
"I don't but it doesn't matter when heaven has already reserved a place for your soul."
The dummies fired and one of them hit Frisk in the side causing her to fold in on herself.
The other hit the mad dummy.
"Hey guys."
Dummies emerged from the shadows.
"Dummies, dummies, dummies. Remember how I said not to shoot at me. Well...failures you're fired. You're all being replaced. Now you'll see my true power. Relying on people that aren't garbage."
Suddenly metal dummies appeared.
"Dummy bots, magic missile."
The dummy bots fired rockets which all locked on Frisk.
Frisk tries to dodge but it turned immediately in her direction hitting her in the chest.
"Ugh."
She retaliated with a bone attack coming from the ground.
"Dummy bots, try again."
The dummy bots fired again.
Frisk dodged and ran towards the dummy crouching behind it.
"No!"
The missiles hit him.
"Dummy bots, you're awful."
The dummy bots lunged towards her after firing their missiles.
Frisk sidestepped their frontal attack and steered the missiles towards the mad dummy.
"Dummy bots, final attack."
From all sides the dummy bots fired their missiles but Frisk easily dodged them causing them to hit the mad dummy.
"No way these guys are even worse than the other guys."
Frisk chuckled walking past them.
Frisk smugly fired a bone at it hitting it squarely in the chest and pinned it to the wall.
"Are you going to quit? Have you had enough? Stop this. If you try to kill me again I won't show you any mercy."
The dummy looked around and saw none of the other dummies were nowhere to be seen.
"Who cares," he said. "I don't need friends. I got knives."
The mad dummy fired a knife at them from behind but she caught it in her hand.
"I'm out of knives."
"And I'm fresh out of mercy. Say good night."
"You-"
Frisk fired a bone at his chest.
The mad dummy faded to dust. but Frisk didn't turn back.