Alright, quick explanation of how magic can make you high.
In the real world, things that get you high are drugs. What can drugs do other than get you high? It can heal you. Wow... that sounds really familiar to something else.. like magic! In Undertale, magic-infused foods heal you. Medicine, taken in large, not needed doses, like taken when not needed, gets you high. What did Chara do? She took magic-infused foods with full HP. So it's perfectly logical that she got high.
The darkness was suffocating, almost hypnotizing. It engulfed him. Even in the wintery wasteland, the underground was so well lit, it bothered him. Especially with the snow, the bright whiteness of the underground seemed to plague him. Now, the light was gone. It was incredibly inviting.
Frisk looked back at the wasteland he came from.
Where could she be?
He couldn't go back there. He had to search for her. He was an explorer, a hero, even, and as an explorer, he needed to explore the unknown. The crunching of snow echoed between the buildings as he walked forward, through the town. He would keep going forward, no matter what, until he found her again.
He was determined.
Despite the darkness, he could still see the rest of the town without much trouble. He passed some more buildings and trees. One tree was even decorated. It felt familiar, but it was probably something abandoned in his memory.
Why would anyone decorate a tree?
He stepped down to get a closer look at the tree. There were lights on it, and it probably was once lit up. Under the tree were little wrapped packages. None were for him.
He heard some pine needles rustle, and then the sound of a voice. For once, he listened.
"Y-yo..." called the voice. "Is the human gone?"
Frisk leaned in closer, wondering what the creature was talking about. "Human?" he asked.
"Y-yeah... I can't believe I'm saying this, but the adults were right to hide! Humans are scary, man!" Frisk couldn't tell if the voice was a girl or a boy, but it certainly sounded like some kind of monster kid.
"Tell me what happened," Frisk offered, at an attempt for comfort.
"I-I was just standing in the middle of town by this tree when- when-" The monster paused, as if finding the right words. "The human came plowing through the town! It came from the inn. I... I hid when I realized it would stop at nothing to kill me. Well, no, not me, but, anything! It'd probably even fight Undyne to get to the rest of the monsters! Undyne is like, the only one who can save us! If that human wasn't so terrifying... I'd say Undyne was so cool..."
Frisk opened his eyes a little bit wider. It came from the inn? "What'd the human look like?"
"Well... it looked like a monster... one like you, even with a striped shirt, probably a kid!" the monster described. "But it must have been a human. No monster would be so beast-like. I feared if I looked into it's eyes, I would get on fire!"
Frisk was taken aback. The monsters here really feared humans and thought the worse of them. Humans must have thought the same as monsters.
"But the adults were still stupid. I mean, humans don't even know magic. How strong can they be? They didn't need to evacuate, just hide for a bit! Undyne will whip that human's ass! OMG! I mean butt. Don't tell my mom I said that!"
Now Frisk was just perplexed. To this monster, the world is ending, yet they still don't want their mom to find out that they're swearing? The monster really must have been a kid.
"I won't..." he assured, standing up.
"Psst," the monster said, stopping Frisk from walking. "I can tell you didn't pay attention in history class either, dawg. I know books are gross and stuff like that, but there should be more information on humans in that libruhry," the monster informed, moving its head in the direction of the library. The monster didn't seem to have hands. Frisk nodded to show he listened, started forward again, only taking a detour into the building. He wanted to know what else the monsters thought of humans. Hopefully it wasn't too dark to read.
He walked into the library and found that someone had lit a candle on one of the table. It was bright and easy to read some of the books he picked out, one from each shelf.
First, he read the one with red cover. It seemed to be some kind of school report, and somehow ended up in a library.
"Monster funerals, technically speaking, are cool as heck. When monsters get old and kick the bucket, they turn into dust. At funerals, we take that dust and spread it on that person's favorite thing," Frisk read, taking a break to note how monsters still call each other person and people, and based on what that other monster said, man. He continued to read. "Then their essence will live on in that thing... uhhh... am I at the page minimum yet? I'm kinda sick of writing this..." Frisk skimmed the rest of the report, and found the rest of the book completely empty.
That doesn't waste paper at all.
He picked up the blue book, hoping it gave him better luck. He opened up to a random page and started reading.
"While monsters are mostly made of magic, human beings are mostly made of water. Humans, with their physical forms, are far stronger than us." He stopped to think that the monster kid said just the opposite, that Chara, which he was pretty sure that was the human the kid was talking about, would lose to 'Undyne's' magic. Would Chara even fight Undyne? "But they will never know the joy of expressing themselves through magic. They'll never get a bullet-patterned birthday card..." He reached the end of the page, and concluded the blue book would only help him if maybe he wanted to learn more about human magic. He thought about how monsters knew some things about humans, but not a lot. The blue book suggested that humans can't learn magic, but he was living proof that book was wrong. He was not interested in reading from a book that didn't have its sources right.
He picked up the yellow book, hoping that would give him something new to learn. It would be helpful if these books had titles, or if some of them didn't have half the pages not written on. This book looked barely finished. Only the first 20 pages were written on, and it finished in the middle of a sentence. He figured it wasn't worth his time, and checked the orange book. He looked at a random page.
"Because of magic, monsters' bodies are more attuned to their soul. If a monster doesn't want to fight, its defenses will weaken. And the crueler the intentions of our enemies, the more their attacks will hurt us. Therefore, if a being with a powerful soul struck with the desire to kill..." He paused as he turned to the next page. It was almost blank. "Um, let's just end this chapter here..." he read.
He knew how to finish the sentence.
"All the monsters would die," he said aloud, speaking the unwritten given line in a hushed, almost disturbed voice. He decided he didn't want to finish this book, despite it maybe being helpful.
He let out a deep breath, and moved onto the green book. He flipped to a random page, and it was the start of a brand new chapter.
"Monster History Part 4," he read. This was already promising. "Fearing the humans no longer, we moved out of our old city, Home." He thought back to the abandoned city he found back in the ruins. That must have been what this book was illustrating. He tried to imagine all the monsters fitting into that tiny little town, but found it impossible. "We braved the harsh cold, damp swampland, and searing heat... until we reached what we now call our capital, 'New Home.' Again, our king is really bad at names...?"
Finally, something useful and not disturbing. He figured the 'cold' was the wintery wastelands he just trudged through. Now, he only had to get through the waterfall area and the hot lands. He walked out of the library, continuing forward. He passed some more buildings, and finally reached the end of the 'cold.' He could see the swamplands up ahead. All that lied ahead of him was a foggy path.
A/N Okay, so, originally, I stopped the chapter here, so that I could write the boss fight on the next chapter, but then I remembered Papyrus is so easy to kill... and I'm not at my 2,000 word requirement, so read on!
The tree-lined path generally got foggier and foggier. Eventually, he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. Now, he couldn't see the swampland. Where did this fog even come from?!
A shadow appeared in the distance. The figured seemed familiar.
"HALT, HUMAN!" It yelled. He sighed. It was Papyrus. He walked forward. He was having enough of this boastful skeleton.
"Hey! Quite moving while I'm talking to you!"
Like Hell he'd listen to that. He needed to get past. For all Frisk knew, Papyrus was the reason Chara was gone.
"I, the Great Papyrus, have a few things to say. First: You're a freaking weirdo! Not only do you not like puzzles, but the way you shamble about from place to place... the way your hands are always covered in fruit punch. It feels..."
Was he still talking?
"Like your life is going down a dangerous path. I don't know how you caused this power outage, but you will fix it!"
He thinks I did this?
"That is second. It's FREAKIN' DARK OUT!"
Frisk clenched his fists. If this skeleton would just shut up, life would be so much better.
"But number three is, that I, Papyrus, see a great potential within you! Every can be a great person, all they got to do is BELIE-"
"Will you SHUT UP!" Frisk exploded. The skeleton took a step back in shock.
"So humans can talk! Sans was right!"
"I've had enough of you.." he whispered coldly.
"Human! I have a deal! If we become friends, I won't make you bow down to me like I make my brother," he declared.
"You arrogant asshole," Frisk said with a smile. "Just stop talking." The air, or the fog, around them was getting heavy and dark.
"Yes! I will also do that! Now come in to hug your new friend!" He held his arms out happily.
"If I hug you, you'll shut up?" The shadow nodded. Frisk relaxed. He was impressed. He stepped closer.
"It would be a great thing to the world if you were never to talk again," Frisk monologue. "That can be achieved two ways. Either I hug you and never hear your annoying voice again." he paused. "Or, I could kill you."
"I'm really strong!" Papyrus bargained. Frisk smirked. Papyrus was shocked that this boy could even emote at all.
"I guess you've decided for me. Death it is..." Frisk lunged forward, and materialized his knife. With one swipe, Papyrus's skull came clean off.
"W-well... that's not what I expected..." he said, quiet for once. "I guess I wasn't as strong as I thought I was after all!" With a smile, the skeleton's body started to turn to dust.
"You got that right," Frisk said with a sadistic chuckle.
"Wow... who knew humans like you... could laugh? You have potential to be better... I believe in yo-"
The head of Papyrus turned into a fine dusty powder.
Frisk didn't feel so good.
Was it a good habit to just kill someone just because they spoke a little too loud or annoyed you? Papyrus... had a family...
The fog cleared. The path that lead ahead was fully visible.
Yay! Word requirements!
R&R (Reach the Requirements.)