Ello folks! Arana here!

So, that last chapter was a little odd. I was originally planning on Alphys being adopted into the Royal Family, but now I'm like, "Heck with it she's going to be a blood born Dreemurr and is directly Asgore's blood aunt. Or dust who knows."

Do you wish to help me design some characters or places or even the cover of the story? Go ahead and do some art!

Now onto the story!

(Asriel speaking)

"*C'ara speaking"

"Frisk speaking to the ghosts via thought"

Chapter 5

Frisk and C'ara were restless. The sun had not risen yet, and they needed its light in order to go through the forest. Of course, they could always fly to the hole in which one fell into the Underground, but walking there had a joy in it, as it reminded the two AU hoppers about their own first falls, no matter the reason they were going to Mount Ebbot.

But, morning didn't seem to come fast enough, and Frisk could no longer fall back asleep. Every now and then, a ghost's conscious would brush against her own and wake her from whatever sleep she had achieved thus far. It was annoying at first, but Frisk eventually decided that they were trying to test her or something, and so sat through it.

C'ara was on high alert, though, heading Vlad's advice. Whom ever were the spirits who wanted to harm Frisk had no chance in beating her, as she always had the Real Knife on hand and ready to attack. Seeing as she was a ghost herself, and they knew that ghosts could harm ghosts, it was the best option they had come up with thus far.

Every now and then Marsha would come to check on them. Of course C'ara had long since shown herself to the innkeeper, seeing as Marsha had overheard Vlad's warning. Of course, she did ask a few choice questions every now and then, usually concerning Vlad calling Frisk "ancient soul," which was hard to discreetly answer seeing as Frisk didn't really want to tell her, "I'm not the Frisk you knew, I'm actually a Frisk from another reality that's similar to this reality and I've been going through many Alternate Universes saving monsters and stopping other versions of both me and C'ara from doing genocide on the poor monsters." Only a few choice folk would hear that from her, most likely anyone who remembered Resets.

Still, the two AU hoppers were glad when the sun finally rose and Frisk no longer needed the scarf she had been using when she went outside. Of course, walking outside proved another challenge, as many townsfolk were waiting for her. Although it seemed they were most likely waiting for a parade, they lined the pathway that went to the mountain's surrounding forests.

As Frisk, and C'ara~although hidden to the sight of most of the townsfolk~walked towards the forest, the townsfolk were deathly silent. No babies were crying, and no children were cheering. They all looked at Frisk was respect, and some even seemed to wish to ask her something. It was rather intimidating for the pair, and they were glad that when they made it into the forest's line of trees. The townsfolk seemed to leave the path then, going back to their village life.

However, the feeling did not leave, as the two soon realized that they were soon lost. It was rather odd, seeing as they should know the way to the mountain by now, but the trees blocked their lines of vision of the mountain.

It wasn't long when they came upon a clearing, although it was small and the trees still blocked their views. In the center of the clearing seemed to be a statue of a fox, made out of clay, with its head down, ears back, and eyes closed.

Frisk and C'ara were a little confused about this statue, as they knew that there was no reason for it. Besides, why would it be left here in the forest.

Walking up to it, Frisk realized it seemed relatively new to the forest, as no moss grew on the fox. There were also no critters crawling upon the surface of the statue, either. But something else seemed odd about the fox, as Frisk realized she was brushing against the conscious of an ancient and wise creature. Looking about, the two AU hoppers were alone in the clearing, and Frisk knew she couldn't have felt the conscious from one of the trees.

So, in a curious manner, Frisk brushed her hand over the top of the fox's head, seeing if anything would happen.

And something did.

At first, runes appeared all over the clay fox, making Frisk jump up and back away. Then the ears perked up, and the eyes opened, glowing red on the right and green on the left. The glowing soon stopped, leaving the eyes to look like clay carvings. But then the fox stood up, and yipped at the two AU hoppers, brushing her conscious against them both.

Follow me, young ones, said a voice. Then, the fox pranced to the edge of the trees, pausing and looking back at the two.

"*Um what the fudge?" C'ara asked, clearly surprised, and confused, about the situation.

"She wants us to follow her…" Frisk answered. "Oh! Maybe she knows where we want to go!"

And with that, Frisk bounded after the rune covered fox, who pranced between the trees. C'ara hastily rushed to catch up to the two, muttering about the oddness of the situation.

Back in the clearing, where the fox had sat, was a piece of paper. Drawn onto the paper was a picture of the Delta Rune, but that soon disappeared from the page. Then the page showed a picture of the fox, and then a young woman, who wore glasses and, seemingly, a fox hat. She smiled, and then the page turned into dust, which rose up to the sky and disappeared.

Frisk bounded after the clay fox, who would pause for her every now and then, but realized she had lost her. Looking around, the Bright Soul noticed the maw of a cave nearby, and tilted her head in surprise. For one, it had only been around thirty minutes since she started following the fox, and it should have taken her around half a day to climb up the mountain.

Shrugging as C'ara came into view, Frisk walked into the cave, lowering her goggles and putting her mask on. She was careful not to trip over the vines that lay on the ground, but knowing Flowey, or whomever was replacing him, she knew that he~or they~would try to trip her.

And she was right, as a vine pushed her into the hole that was the entrance to the Underground. C'ara rushed to her, as Frisk slowed her falling with her wings for a mere moment, to rest in her soul. Then Frisk resumed her fall, soon passing through the sparkling Barrier and seeing the bed of golden~no wait, those were not buttercups or any other golden flowers Frisk knew of, no they were a light red, bordering on pink, and, as Frisk fell flat on her face on the bed of flowers, she realized they were daisies.

Getting up, Frisk jumped off the bed of red daisies, soon checking the bed to see what it had to show her.

(It's a bed of red daisies, the flower of Ebbot Village,) said a voice that clearly belonged to a certain boss monster.

Looking about, Frisk saw the ghost she would be travelling with. He was small, and had white, fluffy hair. He had green eyes, and pale skin. Her wore a yellow and green striped sweater, navy blue pants, and dark brown boots. When the ghost realized Frisk was looking at him, his eyes widened. (You can see me?!) he cried.

"Yes, I can. I am Frisk, a Bright Soul of determination," Frisk said. "And you are?"

(Asriel Dreemurr, the adopted Prince of the Underground… when I was still alive of course,) the boy said. He was about to say something more, when C'ara appeared.

"*Greetings, Asriel," the ghost girl chuckled, her chains jingling. "*I am C'ara, Frisk's ghost companion, but do not confuse me with your Chara. We are two separate entities, after all."

For a moment, Asriel stared at the ghost girl, seemingly at a loss for words. Then he sighed, rubbed his temples, and groaned. (You two are not who I was expecting,) he sighed. (I was only expecting my Frisk, who I guess would have gone through genocide again.)

"We hate genocide," Frisk said with a shudder. "Went through it once and knew it wasn't our thing. Now we go to AUs and restore them to pacifist routes."

C'ara shrugged, then chuckled. "*Not everyone is as calm as you are about this," she said. "*Usually we get yelled at."