Madeline had grown accustomed to waking up in strange places. Whether it was the top of Celeste Mountain or a cozy cabin tucked away in the Canadian wilderness, her life had been an unpredictable adventure. Even so, nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to experience.

As she gradually opened her eyes, she found herself lying in her own bed, the soft morning light gently filtering through the curtains and casting a gentle glow upon her face. Relief washed over her as the realization dawned that she had returned to her familiar apartment. With a quiet sigh, she gathered her thoughts and, after a moment of reflection, rose from her slumber.

Her first order of business was to change out of her pajamas, yet the remnants of sleep still clung to her, making even this simple task a bit of a struggle. She fumbled within her closet for her favorite T-shirt, half-dazed and disoriented.

"Here it is," a voice chimed in, and Madeline gratefully accepted the proffered shirt.

"Oh, thanks," she replied.

With her attire sorted, Madeline moved on to making her bed, a straightforward task that soon expanded into a spontaneous cleaning spree, as if an unexplained urge for tidiness had overcome her. Her efforts complete, she ventured to the bathroom to commence her morning routine.

As she groggily navigated the familiar path to the bathroom, her reflection caught her attention in the mirror. Wild bedhead greeted her, reminding her of her need for a comb. Annoyed by the prospect of searching for something that had been in her hand moments earlier, she turned to head back to her room.

"Did you forget this?" a voice asked, its owner shaking a comb beside their head, hovering slightly above the floor.

"Thanks again." Madeline said and took the comb. It was really nice when someone was there to help with these little things. It made everything so much easier.

Wait... Someone to help her? But she was living alone.

She slowly shifted her eyes to look to her right. The dark, shadowy form of the person there was unmistakable. Her eyes widened in sheer disbelief, causing her to lose her balance andlanding backward, landing on the floor with an audible thud.

"Badeline?!" she shouted as she sat on the floor.

For the record, "Badeline" was the name she once jokingly called her other self during one of their visits to Celeste Mountain. It appeared her other self had grown rather fond of it, a fact that left Madeline with mixed emotions.

Back to the matter at hand, she had thought she left Badeline behind on the mountain. So how could she be here, in her apartment, looking almost... solid?

Badeline turned to face Madeline while lightly smirking at her state. "Took you long enough to notice." Her voice was surprisingly gentle. "Long time no see, huh?" And it had an edge of nostalgia to it.

Madeline's heart raced as she stood up, her gaze locked on Badeline in disbelief. "But... how are you here? You should be back on the mountain, or... gone."

Badeline's expression grew serious as she lowered herself to the floor and took a step closer. "I know it's strange, but something's happened. I can't explain it, but I can tell that something significant has occurred." This time confusion could be heard in her voice.

She observed her surroundings and walked to the window to peer outside. "I can feel it due to my nature. This room, this landscape, this sky... The very air itself is different." Badeline whispered, her words slow and deliberate.

Madeline's mind raced as she attempted to make sense of the situation. While it was plausible that they could have become separated on Celeste Mountain, encountering Badeline outside the confines of the mountain was profoundly disorienting. Just what in the world did happen?

"I don't understand," She admitted, shaking her head. "This doesn't make any sense. Is this some kind of dream?"

Badeline nodded slowly. "Honestly, I wouldn't rule it out. Remember the last time? Despite the bizarreness of everything, it wasn't exactly easy to figure out that it was a dream."

"I don't think I can forget it even if I wanted to." Madeline whispered melancholically. After all, the passing of Granny was still weighing heavily on her. "I am pretty sure this is not a dream though."

"The same goes for me. Everything feels too real except..." Badeline trailed off.

"Except?" Madeline raised her eyebrows. She didn't feel that anything was out of place besides Badeline. Had she missed something?

"I just said it. Everything feels different. To be more specific, it is the same feeling as in the mountain. I haven't exactly been outside there but I can tell that air shouldn't be like this thanks to your memories."

Madeline's eyes widened at the implications. The last thing she wanted to hear was that the mountain's influence had somehow extended up to the place she lived or beyond. The consequences of such an extension would be catastrophic.

"If I had to describe it in one word, it would be magic. Magic in air has gotten dense to the point where it feels borderline suffocating. It is almost like I am next to the core once again."

Both of them took a moment to gather their thoughts. This was truly an unprecended situation for them. A few minutes later, Madeline let out a heavy sigh and said, "It is a lot to suddenly take in."

Badeline nodded in understanding. "I know. Believe me when I say that I am just as confused as you are."

"Confused" would be putting it lightly. Her mind felt like a tangled web of thoughts, each strand leading to more questions than answers. As she tried to make sense of it all, a sense of disorientation washed over her, leaving her with a lingering feeling of unease.

Madeline felt the need to temporarily divert the topic before being overwhelmed. "You know," she quickly followed the said feeling, adding with a smile, "we've been talking for a while now and I could use a little breather. How about we take a break and make some breakfast?"

Badeline answered with her own smile, recognizing her attempt to lighten the mood. "That sounds like a good idea. Pancakes or scrambled eggs?"

As they made their way to the kitchen, the question hung in the air, echoing in their minds: Just what in the world had happened to cause such an inexplicable phenomenon?


[In somewhere distant]

In a faraway place, seven figures stood atop a mountain. They were gazing at the setting sun. Most of them haven't seen sunlight for years. As they took the scenery in, the largest one among them began to speak.

"Everyone... This is the beginning of a bright new future. An era of peace between humans and monsters." Indeed, those people were all monsters. That is all except one. "Frisk, I have something to ask of you. Will you act as our ambassador to the humans?" Asgore, the King of Monsters, turned his head to take a look at the girl to his left. It was the only human among everybody gathered here.

The young girl had chestnut-brown hair and warm brown eyes. She wore a striped shirt, denim jeans, and sneakers, embodying both innocence and quiet determination. Her unassuming appearance belied her inner strength and a kind, empathetic nature that drew people to her.

She looked back at Asgore with confidence. Her eyes had a spark of hope to them but they also conveyed a sense of willpower that would make any ordinary person fold in two. And yet, every single monster here watched her with a warm smile. They were far from ordinary.

"But of course. I'll be your ambassador, and I'll do it with everything I've got. Let's forge a future where peace and understanding reign, and I'll make sure it's as bright as the sun."

Frisk made a decleration that would shake the world.