Arc 1: Ring Ring

Part 2: Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away

The day had been full of past nuetral runs. Each getting progresivly worse and worse. Papyrus asking about his friends coming back as king…Mettaton not even caring…The Annoying Dog being president? Okay, some of them were…actually there were no good ones. Frisk never stuck around to hear that. She was so, disgusted with herself…

Frisk listened to the phone's ring. 3 new voicemails.

"Frisk! Listen to me!"

Frisk ignored Chara's pleas. She picked up the phone and put it to her equvilant of her ear. "heya." Sans's usual greeting rang through… "is anyone there…? well, I'll just leave a message…" Frisk curled up into the fetal position.

"Frisk…"

"so…it's been a while. the queen returned, and attempted to resume ruling the underground. she enstated a new policy…all the humans that fell down here would not be treated as enimies…but as friends."

A pause to which Frisk replied by biting down on her lower teeth. "but people REALLY didn't like that policy. because of you," Frisk flinched. All your fault. You could've saved them. You just HAD to do No Mercy. You Genocidal Megalomaniac! The voice rang through both Chara's and Frisk's heads.

"not only was the king gone…but the human souls had gone missing as well…along with the life of undyne, their greatest hero. nobody wanted to see that happen again. so the people started a rebellion to overthrow the queen."

"N-not mom…" Frisk sobbed.

"but, she, uh, pretty much gave up when she relized. so she went back to the ruins. the underground's basically uneasy anarchy now. everyone's trying to live life like they always have…but it's not really easy, you know? when all of your hope has pretty much been thrown away…but hey! it's not all bad! when the queen went back to the ruins…i decided to go with her."

Frisk's eyes became black sockets as red tears streamed down her eyes. Here she was fauning over some guy, who she'd tortured over, and over, and over. And he didn't remember. I'm a sicko aren't I? Just some weak sicko who plays with people like toys and discards them when they get boring…

"and i took out some books from the library too. so she won't have to read the same ones. she's a good roomie. we have a lot of fun."

Frisk sobbed into a pillow, she couldn't put the phone down. Literally, it was like something kept it in her hand and held the hand to her head so she could listen to everything that she did.

"you know. sometimes the queen talks about…how she'd like to see you again. isn't that nice?" Frisk knew Sans was being sarcastic. He hates sarcasm, and can't hide it well. "i don't have the heart to tell her what you did. do you know how she'd react? if i told her that 'cause she protected you…you went on to kill my brother…?" Frisk shivered. "anyway, never come back here. you are not welcome. later."

"END OF MESSAGE. TO DE-" The phone began. "MESSAGE SAVED IN ARCHIVES. YOU HAVE '2' UNHEARD MESSAGES. NEXT MESSAGE."

"alright, i've got the number."

"H-hey…" Alphys's os so familiar stuttering rang. "S-so…You're the one who killed all my friends. I just called to tell you. I hate you."

"MESSAGE SAVED IN ARCHIVES. YOU HAVE '1' UNHEARD MESSAGE. NEXT MESSAGE."

"heya. is anyone there…? well, i'll just leave a message…it's been a while, huh? things have gotten pretty bad here. everyone considered a leader disappeared overnight. it's gotten so quiet. there's a bad feeling over everyone. like everyone's just going to die here, trapped."

"MESSAGE SAVED IN ARCHIVES. YOU HA-"

Frisk hung up. She let out a sigh. "Chara, I don't want to hurt anyone else."

"You wo-"

"You don't know that!" Frisk walked to her closet. "Never though I'd have to use these again." She took out her trusty stick and a piece of striped cloth. She walked down the stairs of the empty house. She put in a slice of piece of ButterscotchCinnamon Pie, some of Papyrus's spaghetti, and some Hot cats.

"Frisk." Chara said in a warning tone. Frisk ignored her as she put everything into her hackysack.

"No crime, nor good deed will I do again."

"What?"

"I'm becoming a hobo."

"Frisk, you can't make a living by becoming a hobo!"

"I can play instruments. I've owned a few without people knowing."

"I know, your orgel, your banjo, and your harmonica." Chara relized something, and tried to distract Frisk with a joke. "It's almost as if you were destined to be a hobo."

"Thought I'd be that after trying to find my way back to the school group's trip to Mt. Ebott." Frisk picked up the instuments. "Let's go before Sans gets back." Frisk paused time and began to walk.

Who ever spots the "Wicked" reference gets a brownie!