A resounding peal of laughter was heard towards the east wing, in the luxurious garden of the embassy. Under an umbrella that protected them from the sun, three people were gathered around the table to take the tea prepared by Asgore: this last, Frisk and an old man. Holding his own cup of tea which he sipped politely, the child sat between the adults, in the back of a wicker chair far too big for him. He was listening quietly with Asgore the elderly individual who laughed happily.

"I can still see the face of that weasel Fingan, when you arrived at the embassy, Frisk, and you claimed to be the one who represented the nation of monsters!" His laughter broke out again, lighting up his tanned face with its many wrinkles.

He looked like an old owl, with his bushy eyebrows, big round glasses and a pronounced nose with an exorbitant mustache. In his casual clothes, he looked more like a hermit who didn't belong in such a place - no more than an eleven-year-old child, for that matter - but the truth was otherwise.

Check ❤

*Edward Stevens: A kind-hearted man and the current mayor of the city-state of Ebott, was what flashed through Frisk's mind. The undeniable advantage of this gift of clairvoyance, which had helped him in various forms during his travel, was that he knew more about his interlocutor than anyone else.

As agreed, the dignitary had joined them to discuss about the smooth running of the integration of the monsters. Accepting the tea offered by the goat king, Edward had mentioned earlier the first day of Frisk to Ebott, who had come to meet his Council which gathered in a room the men and women in charge of the city.

This meeting had been organized only a few weeks after the recognition of the appearance of the monsters on the Surface. At first, before the people of the Underground returned to live on the Surface for good, Asgore had thought it wiser to give the humans time to get used to this new reality. After all, the people of monsters had been sealed almost a millennium ago and suddenly reappeared from the bottom of the mountain: it would have created panic. When the surprise and excitement had passed, it had been decided by the Ebott politicians, after several exchanges with this strange people, that they had to meet the leader of the Underground and, with him, the ambassador human whose identity had remained a complete mystery to most of them.

That day, when Frisk had introduced himself to the assembly, a fat, potbellied man with an austere demeanor had stormed, "Who is the jerk who took this kid today?!" fidgeting in his seat, as the child patiently explained to him that he was the ambassador supposed to meet them, while waving the invitation stamped with the seal of the city.

"He didn't believe you for a second, until you had to intervene once you got there, Asgore" the mayor reminded the king mischievously, so tall even sitting in his chair that he made him look shrunken. "I've never seen someone break down so quickly."

"Yes, I remember as well!" the monster admitted after a sip of his tea, shaking his heavy horned head. "Poor man. I thought he was ill, because of his sudden pallor. It must have been, since he left shortly after without returning for the rest of the day."

Or he was scared to death by a certain Boss Monster, with beast claws and teeth and twice his size, scoffed the little human, who hid his smile behind his cup.

Not just Fingan, most of those present had been silenced except for Edward who was presiding over the session and actively chatting with the king. The others had been intimidated by the presence of this goat of titanic dimensions; Frisk had seen the fear in their eyes. But throughout the discussions, the monster had been humble and courteous to humans. In addition, the presence at his side of the child had alleviated their initial mistrust. Both had answered every question posed to them: the Barrier, the release of the monsters, Frisk's involvement in this story...

Subsequently, they had evoked the desire of the monsters to return to live on the Surface in peace, with humans. They were ready to integrate, had assured the young ambassador supported by Asgore, having added that his kingdom would be ready to provide all the means necessary for this enterprise: financial, workforce and technological. Immediately, the Council had been more easily receptive to the reasonable, but nevertheless necessary, requests that Frisk had enumerated one by one:

- allow monsters who wanted to stay on the Surface.

- humans should recognize the Underground as an independent territory and nation of monsters.

- each monster would be equal to any human, whether in rights and duties.

And, the most important:

- the two peoples would conclude a treaty of non-aggression, in order to preserve peace.

These were the main points discussed, and still others had followed during the next negotiations which had taken place over many months. Before any decision was made, Asgore also decided to clear up the reason for their appearance first, sparing no detail. Over the past fifty years, eight children had disappeared on Mount Ebott and their fate remained unknown. Frisk vividly remembered that day, which had been one of the most agonizing of his short life. It still frightened him now, as he saw the king standing on the platform, facing the people of the Surface.

In front of a large audience, mostly made up of journalists, Asgore spoke to reveal his responsibility and that of his people in the death of six of the missing. "Nothing in the world could erase the crimes that we monsters have committed by taking these innocent lives. I gave this order; my people only obeyed" he said without hiding the pain and guilt in his eyes, as he clenched his fist to the point of hurting himself. "We had acted cruelly, driven by anger and fear, as humans had once attacked and slaughtered our people. Your great determination makes you far superior to us: a single human, even a child, would be able to decimate us entirely if he had the intention."

If the king had wanted to be honest and not hide their actions, he had never mentioned the real reason behind his decision to declare war on humans after so many centuries. The monster had not spoken of the deceased first child, Chara, nor of his son, Asriel, and their fate. The monarch had preferred to silence the indirect involvement of his sons in his decision, following their death, so that no one could blame them.

Hiding behind a curtain, listening to him reveal all these truths and then stop, Frisk expected angry cries to erupt all over the place. Let one come to this platform to attack the king knowing now how much, despite his imposing stature, he was actually weaker than the most helpless of humans. Even he, a skinny little boy in comparison, had managed to get him to his knees and his MERCY.

"Please don't let anything bad happen to him," he prayed, hoping to be heard by anyone.

The king would never dare to retaliate if he was attacked, so as not to endanger his people, even if it meant his death warrant. Otherwise... there would be only one way to fix everything. As soon as he thought about it, a clear image appeared in his mind.

Two words in bright yellow letters, which flashed in front of him and his Soul like a command that he would only have to engage :

|TRUE RESET|❤

Frisk felt the immense power radiating from it. A simple gesture, and we started from scratch. To do things better. But would he be able to, knowing what it meant? Before he had decided, Frisk had been brought back to the present by a gesture from Asgore towards him, who gently encouraged the kid to join him.

"Come, young one," he asked him in a soft voice.

Timidly, the child crossed the space, conscious of the hundred eyes trained on him, as well as the cameras which broadcast his image: that of a frightened and fearful child, far from the courageous hero that the monsters imagined. It wasn't until the king, who laid a large, comforting paw on his stiff shoulder, that Frisk's fears melted away. Close to the king he knew, ignoring where this certainty had come from, that everything would be fine. "

"While the Underground was filled with despair," he continued, infinitely happier and holding the boy,"Frisk brought us his light, and he enlightened our eyes blinded with darkness - including mine. Humans, while capable of the worst, could also share love and compassion for those different from them. Not only did this child save us, he also gave me back this hope, one day, Human and Monster could be reconciled and live together again. This is the future I want to believe in, now."

Following this wise affirmation, Asgore fell silent to let the humans speak, probably expecting to hear their blame and accept it. Frisk, on the other hand, wouldn't let that happen. Determined, he gently freed himself from Asgore's grasp and moved towards the edge uninvited.

The boy barely listened to the monarch call his name, asking where he was going with a bold step. His shoes grazed the void; from where he stood, Frisk towered over the line of curious cameramen and reporters. It no longer scared him. Not when his Soul, right now, was so determined that it could radiate through his chest. If he had to speak, it was now or never!

A new word appeared:

|ACT|❤

Then, the child spoke thus:

"I am Frisk, one of children who fell from Mount Ebott and the ambassador of the monsters; role entrusted to me by King Asgore Dreemurr. Know that I accepted it, freely, to speak on behalf of the entire Underground nation. You know my story: I too, like all the other children who preceded me, fell into the realm of monsters. Before, I only knew of their existence through tales and legends, like most of you. After my fall, the Barrier that the human mages had created prevented me from returning and I was forced to seek another way. This is what led me to go to their king's castle, hoping to find an answer there. During my trip, I met many residents of the Underground; it is true, some have fought me. Others, on the contrary, helped me and protected me. I was even able to become their friend: me, an insignificant little human. Without them, I know I could never have made it this far."

He put a hand on his shirt; his Soul pulsed softly, calling to them, as Frisk let his words reach those who listened.

*Deep inside, he felt their Souls resonate with his own.

"Each side has harmed the other; our mutual mistake has been to allow ourselves to be dominated by anger, sadness and hatred, instead of love, mercy and forgiveness. See where that attitude has gotten us. If we want to live together, we must not allow the mistakes of the past to be repeated. And if we get there, I am convinced that it will be the dawn of a radiant era. The war has lasted too long and shed too much blood: it is time for peace to return and prosper between our peoples. Together, I know it's possible."

That was all. The Soul connection severed itself, before burying deep within his being.

When Frisk walked away from the silent crowd to join Asgore, the last thing he expected was to hear a round of applause rising behind him, getting louder and louder. He blinked, not believing that his improvised speech was greeted like that. Then someone lifted him off the ground; below, the King of the Underground was helding him and smiling broadly, moved. So proud of their little ambassador.

Frisk adjusted the uniform, a four-piece with a bow tie, and checked that the brooch was holding on to the garment. It would not miss that it falls in full speech. A winged heart, supported by three triangles underneath, had been created for the monster nation's ambassador – Frisk. It was Gerson, the old Waterfall merchant turtle now established on the Surface running a small business there. He had made it at the request of the king, from a charm and a hint of craftsmanship. So it was very valuable to him.

The child readjusted the object a little askew, at the moment when there was a knock - vigorously - at the door. That means it's...

"Hey, Frisk! Are you done in there?" called Undyne through the wood - it couldn't be otherwise - who had no doubt come to fetch him as the preparations for this evening were completed.

"Coming !" he replied, looking at himself in the mirror, well brushed and dressed as he should be. It was time. No more backtracking; in a few moments, his speech will determine the future relations between their peoples.

Heart pounding, Frisk slipped his hand into one of the pockets and held the Papyrus' stone. Its rough, cold touch, oddly, eased his apprehension. I won't let you guys down: Mom, Asgore, Az, and all my friends, he promised himself, and then, in a burst of courage, Frisk pushed open the door.

Papyrus, Undyne, and Asgore, all three gathered to wait for him in the hallway, turned to the human child with an expression full of confidence, hope and love. At that moment, everyone's dreams rested on his shoulders, gave him strength and courage.

He's filled with...

DETERMINATION

"I'm ready !"

-oOo-

How fascinating.

Again... the singularity is reinforced.

Soon. Very soon.

I cannot wait to meet you, my great creation.