Wow guys, my phone kept blowing up all night with everyone favoriting and following. It gave me the motivation to, A: Make the summary better, B: Be more accurate and restart my genocide play through, and C: Update again as soon as I woke up! So without further ado, here is chapter 2. (Wow, that rhymed, too!)
Who was she?
Why was she here?
"C'mon, let's leave this place. Aren't you tired at looking at this purple brick?" She inquired. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke again. "You know what? Now that I think about it, you're going to be seeing that for a while, either way. I just really want even the slightest change in scenery."
Frisk moved a step to the left, and the girl chuckled. "That's not what I meant."
He started to walk through the exit, and the girl followed him. He instantly felt uncomfortable. He was used to following people, not them following him. Also, what if he did something wrong? He agreed to do whatever she told him.
He yelped as his butt started to vibrate the second he got outside the door. Then, Frisk remembered the cell phone Toriel gave him. He answered.
"You have not left the room yet, have you? There are some puzzles ahead I don't want you to try alone," rang the goat's caring voice. Frisk was just about to answer when he hear a click on the other line. He stared at the phone a few seconds in confusion. The transparent girl expressed his thoughts.
"Who asks a question and then doesn't give the person a chance to answer?" She played with a piece of her short brown hair, hair that was only a shade lighter than his own.
He shrugged as a response. He silently wondered how she knew that whoever on the other line asked a question, but she probably just overheard.
"You don't talk much, do you?"
The boy shook his head no.
"Well, at least you won't be solving any puzzles alone. You have me!" The girl's smile seemed to grow impossibly larger.
On his left, Frisk saw a purple brick wall, with a door a little bit farther up ahead. He moved towards the door, when suddenly, he bumped into another frog-like creature as it hopped close. He silently wondered if this froggit knew the other one.
A red mist flew out of him. What was that? He looked above his head to see the mist pooled into a heart shape above his head. Around him, he saw blackness, ending with white walls that trapped him in. Where was that girl?
"This is your chance, Frisk, kill it!" The voice seemed to come from nowhere, yet everywhere. He spun around in a circle, looking for the source of the voice. "Use your stick!"
He recognized the voice. It was the girl in the green and yellow striped sweater, the one that looked a lot like his blue and pink one. He had to do what the girl told him. He didn't want to know what a ghost would do to someone who disobeyed.
He pulled the stick out of his back pocket, staring at the blood and slime on it. He felt his eyes start to get puffy. He walked to the end of the barrier trapping him so he could have better aim. Then, he slashed out with the stick at froggit. This one wasn't killed right away. The stick only made a big cut in it's stomach.
He looked in horror as a swarm of flies were bouncing around his little enclosure. One bite him in the arm and seemed to inject him with some kind of very weak poison, for his head started to get dizzy. He threw his stick at the frog, and watched as it landed straight into it's eye. The froggit dissolved into nothingness, and the red mist entered Frisk again. He walked over to the fallen froggit, seeing his stick, this time covered in an odd slime. He dropped to his knees for a second, in some kind of final prayer for the frog. Little did he know that a monster's so does not persist after death, and that everything was completely gone.
"I can't believe your best weapon is a stick. I had a dagger back at my place. Maybe you'll see it when we get there. It is pretty worn, though, I sure used it a lot. Stupid plants," The girl said in an obnoxious tone, that almost made him forget what he just did. Almost.
"Wait, you li-" Frisk started to ask, slightly shocked after her saying he might visit her old house.
"Oops, I guess I wasn't supposed to say that. Let's just keep walking, shall we?" The nearly invisible girl gestured to the door Frisk was trying to get to. This time, she took the lead, letting him follow as she played with a lock of her hair.
"You know, you're pretty cute when you do that," He said softly. It was so quiet that she almost missed it. If she was more visible, then she would have been blushing.
"The last six never even saw me," She said quietly, almost humbly. "No monster has ever noticed me, either..."
They entered the room. In the room was a pretty sight. Water fountains of some sort were on both sides, and the vines on the purple brick walls seemed to make this place look just that more special. In the center was an ancient looking pedestal, and on it was a bowl of candy. In the candy was a sign that says "Please take one."
Frisk grabbed a blue wrapped candy, and wondered if it tasted good. He unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth. He felt the bite mark from where the fly bit him and the dizziness he felt from it's poison disappear. He reached out to grab another, then instantly drew his hand back.
"Does it look like anyone is here? Take another, don't be a baby," the girl teased. Frisk grabbed another piece, feeling awful, then a third, feeling despicable, then a fourth, thinking one more didn't make a difference at this point. When he went to grab a fifth, his hand bumped into the side of the bowl, and the bowl fell was a crash. All the candy was covered in the sharp shard mess of the broken bowl. The girl started laughing so hard that she curled up into a ball in the air where she was floating. Frisk raised an eyebrow at her over the top laughing fit. He started to walk towards the door, when he bumped into some kind of butterfly- moth hybrid. It acted shyly, whimpering apologies for flying to closely to him.
Once again, the red mist flew out of him. He guessed it pooled into the same heart shape above his head. He hear the girl's voice call out to him again. "Finish it."
He still held his stick in his hand, since he never had a chance to place it back into his pocket after the last fight. He lashed out with his stick towards the butterfly-moth monster. He almost missed, but still managed to hit the creature.
"I'm soo soo sorry... please forgive me..." It muttered. Then, little moths began bouncing around between the white walls. One almost fluttered it's wings against him, but he dodged out of the way. As the last of the moths started to disappear, he jabbed his stick into his opponent's abdomen, making it shatter away into nothingness. He walked out to the pool of water at the right side of the room to wash off the guts that were still on the stick.
"Oh, man, moth-suns are so weak," The girl crudely commented.
From how it whimpered as he approached and the fact the girl called it a moth-sun, Frisk named this new monster a whimsun in his mind. Moth-sun probably made more sense, but then again, did it really matter what he called it? He got a feeling the girl would make him kill everything. At least it was all in self defense. It was the monsters who initiated the battle, right?
"Hey Frisk, look! There's another monster over there," She said, pointing outside of the door to go back into the main room. "Kill it before it sees us!"
Frisk stood still in his tracks.
So she wanted him to kill every monster? Why? What did the monsters do to them?
This is stupid, he thought. This girl is stupid. This place is stupid. This deal is stupid. He sat down and curled his knees to his chest. He shook his head, then put his head down into his knees. He looked as if he was about to cry.
This is bad... she thought. Really bad. He doesn't want to kill them, that big cry baby.
She almost felt bad looking at the poor kid on the floor about to cry. She brushed it off as just concerned about holding up her end of the deal. Suddenly, she came up with an idea.
"Hey Frisk, wanna play a game?"
He took his head out of his knees to signal he was listening.
"For every monster you kill, I'll tell you one word of my backstory. You've killed three so far, right? Then I'll tell you this: My, name, is," She bargained.
Frisk stood up and shook his head yes. He'd play the game. He wanted to know about this girl, despite how little he showed it.
"I think 12 more monsters are down here. Kill them, and I'll tell you the next 12 words," she said, floating out of the room and gesturing towards the monster. He walked on the red leaves and right up to the whimsun. It whimpered as it flew close. He felt the red mist fly out of him, but he ignored it, and stabbed the monster in the chest. He watched as it whimpered apologies and disappeared into nothingness. Stupid monsters.
Frisk walked around the room a few times, looking for more monsters to kill. Then, he bumped into another froggit. It ribbitted, and got ready for his attack. He threw his stick, and just like with the first froggit, it landed in his head, causing him to immediately dissolve and disappear.
After killing another whimsun and two more froggits, he decided it was time for him to head to the next room. He kept count in his head. 8, he thought to himself. 7 more to go.
"Frisk..." The girl moans. "I'm so boreddd. Can't we move onnnnn?" She started to float to the exit, and the boy shrugged, before promptly following.
The next room was a simple room, but it seemed impassible. Six tiles in the middle of the floor were broken.
"Friskkk! Mooove!" She tried pushing him towards the broken tiles. Instead, she phased through him and crossed her arms stubbornly. He walked over one of the broken tiles and found himself falling. Luckily, some leaves broke his fall. He saw a staircase that would lead him back up, so he did. How did she know he'd be fine?
In the next room, there was a single rock, a white plate, a sign, and some spikes blocking their path. Frisk decided to go read the sign. Before he started to walk, though, his phone rang, again.
"Hello, this is Toriel. For no reason in particular, which do you prefer? Cinnamon or Butterscotch?" Frisk was about to answer when the girl whispered something in his ear.
"Say chocolate."
So, he did. He almost heard Toriel stiffen from the other end of the phone. "Oh... I see. Well, thank you, goodbye for now." Toriel ended the call. He continued heading towards the sign to read. Once more, his phone vibrated before he even put it back in his pocket.
"Hello, this is Toriel. You do not dislike butterscotch or cinnamon, do you? I know what your preference is, but would you turn up your nose if you found them on your plate?" She paused, and Frisk said nothing. He wasn't listening, again. "Right, I see. Well, goodbye now. Thank you for being patient." Toriel hung up again, and he was finally able to read the sign.
"Three out of four gray rocks recommend you push them," It read. He understood now all he had to do was push the-
"Hurry up, you're so slow!" The girl groaned. He looked at her foolishly trying to push the rock herself, but she kept phasing through. Frisk stepped behind the rock and pushed it all the way onto the white plate. The spikes went down, and they were able to pass.
"Uh... I was wondering-" Frisk started to say, but he was interrupted.
"C'mon, let's go!" She said, trying to tug on Frisk's arm.
"Tell me your name," He said, gaining confidence.
"Wow, aren't you feisty all of a sudden. Or maybe I should say 'Frisky'," She teased. "Alright, I'll tell you the first four words of my backstory. 'My, name, is, Chara."
Frisk smiled. He liked how that name sounded. Chara laughed at his smile.
"Well, isn't someone pleased to finally learn my name. Let's take a break here, shall we?" Frisk nodded, and sat down against one of the walls. Chara laid down on the floor, and eventually, Frisk decided to lay down next to her. Chara hadn't fallen asleep yet, and he wondered if ghosts even needed to sleep as he stared into her transparent red eyes.
For some reason, she looked less transparent then she did when he first saw her. Her eyes were such a bright red they were almost scary. The last sight he remembers before falling asleep were those red eyes staring back into his brown ones.
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