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Undertale: The Royal Hunt

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“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.

“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”

“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.

“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”



- Alice Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll


Somewhere deep down…

When she first came to be, all Frisk could see was utter darkness.

What’s going on? she thought. Am I dreaming?

The next sensation she felt was an incredible pain. It seemed to spread out all over her body, both inside and outside, but it seemed to be the worst in her stomach and waist region. She also felt cold. Very, very cold, and the air had the smell of saltwater… and blood.

“Ugh,” she muttered when she tried calling out.

After a few moments, Frisk finally managed to open her eyes. All she could see at first was a dimly glowing flower in the distance, surrounded by impenetrable darkness.

As her vision got clearer, the luminous flower seemed to glow brighter and shewed Frisk the rocky interior of the place. The ground, for the most part, seemed to be made of complete solid stone, with the occasional grass or flower sprouting out, and the wall behind the glowing large flower was rocky as well and seemed to curve outward the higher it went. Frisk then noticed that the ground she was laying on was for the most part very soft, and then when she looked down she saw that she was laying on a wet beach of sorts. Frisk came to the conclusion that she was in some sort of an underground beach. She couldn’t bother thinking of any reason why because she was as terrified as she was confused.

“Wh-where am I?” Frisk said to herself. “What’s going on?”

The only sounds she heard in this dark, cavernous place was the strange sound that came from the glowing plant, and the distant splashes of waterfalls, which made Frisk realize this cavern was bigger than she thought.

“He-help!” Frisk shouted. “Anyone!”

There was no reply, but the echo of her voice through the cavern. If there was anyone nearby they would most likely have at least heard the echo. But nobody came.

Frisk trembled not just of cold, but of panic as well. She was terrified. Not only was she seemingly alone, but she had no recollection of anything. Where was she and what’s with this incredible pain?

Frisk tried standing up, but it proved more difficult than she thought. It hurt so much. It was like she hadn’t stood up in years, and so she just immediately fell back down and her face landed in a shallow puddle. She muttered and tried pulling herself up again. But then Frisk became stunned when she saw the reflection of a horrifyingly mutilated face in the puddle.

It was a female face that looked battered and bruised, with blue and purple streaks around one of her eyes, and the nose was broken. Not only that, but the face was also covered in small cuts and splinters. It was like this girl was hit in the face with a wooden plank.

Realizing this was her face, Frisk unsurprisingly, became very terrified.

This is a nightmare, she thought to herself. This has to be a nightmare.

But the worst part was yet to be discovered, as she realized when she looked at the palm of her hand. It was not only wounded with few splinters, but it was also painted red with blood. Her blood. Even with her somewhat delirious phase, Frisk could tell that this large amount of blood couldn’t have come from just a few splinter wound.

Then she realized that just a moment ago, this palm was touching her waist where most of the agony came from, and she had felt something hard sticking out.

Finally, she managed to sit up on her knees and then, scared beyond belief, Frisk looked down at her stomach to see what she had touched, hoping to god it wasn’t her bone sticking out.

“Oh… oh god,” she instinctively muttered out when she saw the source of her immense pain.

A large, shattered piece of wood was impaled in her waist, and blood was seeping from the gaps around it.

Dozens of questions filled her mind, questions like: Where am I? What the hell is happening? WHY is this happening? Why is there no one around? And last but not least: What the hell should I do now?

But Frisk couldn’t bring herself to ponder any possible solutions, not at the moment at least, for this situation terrified her too much to think about anything else except for the present predicament. Instead, in an illogical impulse controlled by her fears, she put her bloodied hand on the wooden shrapnel piece and attempted to pull it out.

She only managed to pull out about an inch before a short but very sharp stinging pain caused her to stop and wince in pain.

“Oh god, this hurts,” Frisk said to herself trembling.

The pain made her eyes water. After a moment of calming down, she wiped some tears off her face and put both her hands on the wood.

“All right,” she said to herself. “Let’s try this again.”

Filled with all the determination she could manage, she mustered immense strength and began pulling it out.

“Oh fuck,” she instinctively said out loud.

Every pull she made worsened the sharp pain.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

The wood was now halfway out. It stung so much her eyes began to water again.

Tears began running down her bruised cheeks as the pain kept rising. She was now pulling much slower, and a small but growing part of her was now begging her to stop. But despite the overwhelming agony, she stayed determined.

The wooden piece was almost out of her now. Only a few more pulls.

“Almost,” she reassured herself, her eyes now blinded by tears. “Almoooosssst.”

And with great and quick effort, she ripped the last piece out. At the moment she did, overwhelming anguish spread from that wound to all over her body, causing Frisk to release from deep within her bowels a loud wail of agony. Her cries echoed throughout the deep cavern, but once again, nobody came.

Frisk panted heavily as she tried to calm herself. Then she looked at the half bloodied stake in her hands that just a moment ago was impaled deep within her waist.

“Th-there,” she said to herself trembling. “It’s done.”

But her feelings of mild triumphs were short, as she noticed that blood was now seeping through the wound in greater quantities since there was nothing to clog it anymore. Panicking, Frisk tried blocking it with her one hand while she tried to rip a piece of her striped shirt with her other hand.

“Oh fuck fuck FUCK!” said Frisk in a mixture of irritation and panic. “What the hell was I thinking?”

Managing to rip a piece out after being forced to use her teeth for an assist, she ineptly tied the fabric around her wound as best as she could from her lacklustre medical knowledge and tightened it.

It seemed to have worked, for the tight binding managed to lessen the bleeding quite a bit.

Frisk felt exhausted now. Her last few acts felt like the most gruelling things she had ever done, and so she just laid down with her back facing the ground.

“What the- what the fuck is going on here?” she asked herself.

She looked at the darkness above her, trying to see stars or anything that could be construed as a light source. The best things she could find were tiny shining dots far in the distance. Frisk wasn’t sure these were stars though, for much like the glowing flower, they seemed to fade and grow in brightness.

It was kind of soothing she felt. Staring at almost empty nothingness with no noise in her vicinity but her breathing.

Also, and Frisk wasn’t sure if it was due to immense blood loss, but she felt kind of numb and tired. Very, very tired in fact. She wanted to rest.

Just a little bit, she thought to herself.

And then she closed her eyes and dozed into a short sleep.

Suddenly, a rush of countless memories all of a sudden flashed before her eyes in an instant and she jerked awake. It was like waking up from a nightmare as she laid there gasping for air. She didn’t know how or why, but she somehow remembered everything now. She remembered her friends, her enemies, her purpose and all the events in the last few days that led her to this agonizing moment.

But the thing that most distracted Frisk was that she had somehow managed to forget this.

“How did I forget?” she said to herself panting. “How the fuck did I forget?”

Feeling an immense rush of adrenaline, Frisk managed to make herself stand up for the first time. Her waist and bones stung as she did, but she ignored it.

Frisk painfully wandered back and forth as she tried to digest her countless memories, and ponder dozens of speculations.

“I must have bumped my head on something when I fell,” she suggested to herself. “Or maybe there some time paradox shit going on or some nonsense like that.”

Then her thought went elsewhere, to her friends and the awful event that led her to this dark place, for whatever caused her sudden amnesia wasn’t as important compared to the tragedy that just occurred.

Frisk knew she had to go back, to warn everyone and prevent the attack from even happening, but she didn’t know how. There was barely anything in this dark place she could find that would help her load.

“I-I have to go back,” she said as her mind began scrambling for ideas. “I need to go back somehow, I-”

Frisk stopped mid-sentence as she glanced the cold, dark water. An awful idea popped into her head, an idea so terrible she couldn’t believe she even considered it. But it was the only way, the only way she could think of that is. She spent a few good moments staring at the lake, trying desperately to think of other options, ones less painful and quicker. But the shattered wood wasn’t sharp enough and there weren’t any loose rocks, so it was either the lake or waiting for hours until she bled out.

With that awful realization out of the way, Frisk closed her eyes and began to mentally prepare herself.

“Don’t worry,” she said to herself. “It will all be over soon.”

With her eyes still closed, she began to slowly walk towards the water.

“It will all be over soon, it will all be over soon,” she kept repeating to herself as she neared the dark water.

She felt her feet touch the freezing water, and she shuddered.

“It- it will be over soon, it will all be over soon.”

Frisk walked a bit further until the cold water was up to her knees. She winced as the freezing salt water seeped into the wounds on her legs.

“It will-it will all be over soon, it will all be over s-soon.”

She sat down on her knees in the cold water.

“It will all be over soon.”

She laid on her back and floated lightly in the water. She breathed irregularly. It was cold, and she was scared.

Frisk stared at the endless darkness above her once more and closed her eyes. She calmer now, and breathed easier. She was ready.

Let’s do this, she thought.

Then Frisk took a deep breath and pushed herself into the water. It wasn't that shallow this close to the beach, so it only took a few seconds before she reached the bottom. Even though she wasn’t trying to, she instinctively tried holding in her breath. But after a few seconds, she stopped.

She opened her eyes as her body seemingly jolted awake like from a bad dream. She saw nothing in the green, foggy water except for the red smoke that seeped from her wounds and to the surface. Bubbles floated from her mouth as she began gasping for air. A part of her tried to make her go up the surface, but Frisk held herself still and grabbed an underwater root to help keep herself down.

God, it hurts.

It was like a constant struggle between her mind and body. Litres and litres of water entered her mouth and lungs, and she felt water pour through her dozens of wounds. It hurt so much, but Frisk kept going, holding herself still as best she could.

She saw her life flash before her once more as her lungs were filled with water. She saw her friends, family, her happy moments, and her worst days. But it was too late to stop now.

Her vision was getting dark, and she felt her body giving up. In the end, she saw a light, and then darkness. Then Frisk let out a last minuscule breath as her lifeless body floated gently to the surface.


Frisk saw nothing. Not darkness with a hint of light or even darkness in general. Just nothing.

Then she saw her soul, a red coloured heart shaped object floating in the emptiness. Then there came a sort of yellow star-like object that seemed to twist and change in shape at every turn. Frisk felt a longing to reach out and touch it. When she did, her soul moved and absorbed the glowing shape and then the entire void was filled with blinding light alongside all of Frisk hopes and dreams, and fears and horrors as she saw all her possible pasts, presents and futures appear before her very eyes, if what she had in the void could be called eyes, in just an instance. But in almost the same moment they appeared, the flashes vanished from her sight and once again became distant long forgotten memories deep within the recesses of her consciousness. And then Frisk woke up…


“Ugh,” muttered Frisk as she struggled to wake up. She felt herself laying on her back on something hard… and wet.

Must be imagining, she thought.

Her blurry vision was getting better, and she had mustered enough energy to stand up.

I’m ready, she thought.

And when she managed to wake up, she became more horrified beyond reason. She refused to believe this was happening. She thought that maybe this was an illusion created from time paradoxes, or maybe time had yet to adjust to sudden changes or something. But the truth was worse.

She was still there, in the deep dark caverns, laying on the rocky floor on where she got her memories back.

“No!” she said. “No,no,no,no,NO! This can’t be happening. Oh god, this can't be happening.. I shouldn’t have loaded here, I didn’t save, I didn’t FUCKING save! This has to be a nightmare oh god please let this be a nightmare, god please someone please...”

Frisk frantically tried standing up before immediately slipping on the wet stone and falling face first into the hard floor. It hurt so much she couldn’t breathe.

She began to cry as she sat down on her knees.

“HELP,” she yelled into the darkness. “SOMEONE! SOMEBODY PLEASE… *sob*...HELP... ME!”

There was no answer, but the echo of her sobbing voice.


She cried and cried uncontrollably as the grim reality dawned on her. She was alone, in this cold, dark place with nothing but her immense guilt and terror to keep her company. There was no one around, and no one who could hear her cries.

“Oh fuck I’m so sorry,” she muttered to herself. “Flowey, Max, Undyne, Gerson, everyone. I am so sorry. I have failed you. I was so clumsy a-a-and stupid that I’ve... fucked it up and failed you somehow. Oh god, I am so… sorry.”

Weeping, Frisk stumbled past the flower and sat down by the cavern wall.

“Oh god,” she muttered.

She wiped tears and snot off her face with the back of her bruised hand as she kept sobbing.

“I wanna go home,” Frisk said to herself.

But in the deep, dark recesses of the earth, nobody heard and nobody came...

The Shattering

An Undertale story

Book 1: The Royal Hunt

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Chapter 1:

The Ruins - Part 1

A few days earlier…


Frisk could feel the hot, evening sunlight resting on her sleeping face. She was currently in a weird state where she was not quite asleep, but not really awake either, like her consciousness was stuck in a limbo of sorts.

A small part of her didn’t want to wake up just yet. She had been dreaming a good dream. Frisk couldn’t remember what it was about, just that it had been very good, and hoped that if she would fall asleep again it would pick up right where she started, wherever that was. Adding to that sensation was the fact that she was laying on something very soft, which were reminiscent of her old parent's bed.

When Frisk finally opened her eyes, she was almost blinded for a moment by the light of the orange evening sun until she quickly adjusted to it. Still too tired to stand up, Fisk looked around was laying in a bright, and a very brown underground cavern. Above her was the rocky platform where she had fallen and where the only cavern entrance she knew of was located with the setting sun shining through it, giving bright colours to this otherwise dull place.

She also had an immense headache, perhaps the biggest headache she had gotten in a long time. Not only that, but she also felt very tired and hungover. It was like she had been drinking all night, even though she remembered doing nothing of the sort.

“Ugh, mierda,” Frisk cursed and put her hand on her forehead.

After a short while though, the headache and dizziness went away.

Maybe I knocked my head on something when I fell , she thought. Would explain why I suddenly fell asleep. That and the soft floor .

Frisk finally sat up and looked further at her surroundings. She had been laying on a small flower bed consisting only of sunflowers that formed almost a perfect circle right underneath the cavern entrance. The flowers were very soft indeed, perhaps unnaturally so. Frisk figured they must have lightened her fall.

The next thing Frisk did was look down on her clothes. She was still wearing the same clothes as last she checked. A blue and pink striped shirt, a blue open hoodie with dangling white laces, blue jeans, and black matching boots. In other words, there was nothing that seemed out of the ordinary there. Frisk found it weird that she considered checking.

Frisk groaned a bit when she stood up. After that, she began to listen to her surroundings. Birds were singing, insects were buzzing in this underground cavern, and from somewhere far above, Frisk could hear the distant sound of an early autumn wind which gave her images of being inside a nice, cosy cabin during an extreme wind. It was like she had fallen into a fairy tale.

But as much as this peaceful atmosphere fancied her, another growing part of her was filled with dread. She had fallen god knows how deep and she was now possibly trapped. Starting to panic, Frisk looked up at the platform from where she had fallen and began to yell.

“Help!” she yelled. “Anyone?!”

There was no reply.

“Hey, there’s a girl stuck down here! I fell down this hole, and I can’t get up!  If there’s anyone up there that can help me, that would be great.”

There was no reply, but the distant chirping of birds. Frisk waited for a few more moments but still, there came nothing. Frisk sighed.

“What are you doing Frisk?” she asked herself.

She reached for her pants pocket and pulled out a small, white phone.

“What the hell?” she said when she opened it and saw the red glowing notification on her screen.

There was no signal. None at all. Frisk found this more surprising as much as it worried her. She had fallen far yes, but Frisk was sure she hadn’t fallen THAT far, and it wasn’t like the mountain was a long way away from a decent signal tower. In fact, there was one right on top of it.

Thinking it was a bug or some badly optimized settings, Frisk’s next move was to see if she could fix it herself. She went through all the setting she could find. She went through the Wi-Fi, the mobile data, and even the phone’s memory to see if it was full or something.

“Com'n, com’n,” she muttered as she scrolled through the settings. “Shit.”

It was useless. Try as she might, she just couldn’t reactivate it.


Giving up frustrated and worried, Frisk put the phone back into her pockets. Her breath began to grow frantic. She was starting to panic. But she knew that a panic attack wouldn’t do anything but make things feel worse, so she began to close her eyes and calm herself down.

“Don’t freak out,” she began. “Don’t freak out. Just breathe slowly. It’s not that bad. You are just trapped in an underground cavern far away from civilization and no one has any idea where you are. Y’know, just typical teenage worries.”

She breathed calmy for a few more moments, and when she considered herself ready, she opened her eyes again as slowly as she closed them, and began to look around for a way out. Despite her ever-growing worry, Frisk stayed determined and tried her hardest to not let her panic overwhelm her.

“All right,” she said to herself. “Think, think.”

She considered maybe try climbing up, but then she quickly changed her mind as she remembered she was a terrible climber. Also, the cavernous walls seemed to concave at the top, making it impossible to climb without the proper tools.

“Maybe I could… no, no, no, no. That’s stupid.”

And then Frisk finally noticed it. It was pretty hard to see at first because it was hidden in the shadows, but Frisk could faintly see a tunnel entrance deeper with the cavern.

“Ok,” she said. “This could be it.”

With that, she turned back to face the platform where she had fallen and yelled at it one last time:

“Y’know what? It’s fine! I think I found a way out myself. Turns out I might not need your help or anything!”

Once again, there was no reply.

“Great job Frisk,” she whispered to herself. “Yelling at nothing. That’s gotta be like the first sign of crazy.”

With that, she turned to face the tunnel.

“Could be a dead end,” Frisk considered. “Eh, might as well try.”

Since the path ahead was hidden from any visible source of light, it was extremely hard to see. But thanks to modern technology, Frisk simply picked up her phone and turned on the flashlight in it. When she did, however, Frisk was greeted by a curious sight.

“What the hell?” she muttered.

Frisk blinked twice, then a few more times just to make sure it wasn’t a trick of the eye. But it was there, as hard as it was for her to believe. There were pillars . Stone pillars carved on the rocky walls. This couldn’t have been any geological coincidence as the craftsmanship was obviously hand made. Not only that, but they also looked incredibly similar to the ones found in ancient Greek temples, which kind of didn’t fit with the whole Celtic or even medieval architecture Frisk would have normally expected to find in ruins this far north.

To make extra sure she wasn’t hallucinating, Frisk went and caressed one pillar, and felt the smoothly carved details. At that point, she no longer had any doubts. This was a real pillar.

Frisk found this discovery confusing as she had found it fascinating. If this place was as ancient as it seemed, why in the world hadn’t she heard of it in all her years living near this mountain. And why wasn’t there anything put in place to preserve this ancient history? It wasn’t like Mt. Ebbot was that far away from civilization which would make it impossible to find. In fact, the town where she lived, aptly named Ebbot as well, was only a short drive away. The only explanation Frisk could think of, although it was very improbable, was that she was the only person who had found it so far.

Unless the people who went missing at the mountain during all those years also found it. Which would’ve meant they also fell down here… and Frisk would soon find out what happened to them.

Frisk shock away those horrible thoughts and tried to stay optimistic. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter to her as much as finding a way out, and so she stepped away from the pillar and continued her descent.

“Hello?” she yelled into the tunnel. “Anyone here? Any crazy hermits? Any wise old monks that can give me valuable life lessons? Any… scary trolls or monsters that are gonna eat me up? No? Alright then.”

The signs of ancient civilizations didn’t fade the further she went. Rather, they increased exponentially as the rocky, cavernous walls were subtly being replaced by solid and smoothly carved stone. After a short while, the place became indistinguishable from a large, ancient hallway.

“Ok, this is getting weird,” rambled Frisk.

After about a minute of walking, the hallway ended at a solid wall with the only way to continue being a large, open entrance to Frisk’s left with a dim light shining through. Like the pillars, it was obviously man-made and masterfully crafted, and it looked like it used to be a large gate except the doors were missing. Around this open gate were carvings that seemed to depict some sort of ancient history, but they were now completely illegible after centuries, if not millennials, of ageing.

The source of the dim light came from a sunshaft somewhere far above and it was built so that the sunlight shone straight down like it was a pillar of light. But Frisk curious wonder at this hidden relic of a bygone age was nothing compared to what she would find next when she finally decided to wander through the entrance and became witness to a sight that left her almost speechless.

“What the hell is this place?”

Cavern would no longer be the correct term for this place. A temple would be a closer descriptor at this point. A massive, beautiful temple in which this one open room Frisk stood in could fit in a 3 story building and still have enough room for dozens of people in it. The temple was built like a large dome very reminiscent of Hagia Sophia, and at the top where the curved walls connected, there was a small hole where sunlight shone through and illuminated the entire garden. The architecture in this place, that being the curved walls and tall pillars, seemed like they were directly stolen from ancient Greek buildings and even had some hints of old Tibetan monasteries.

This marvellous sight made Frisk gasp in astonishment. How no one had found this place before, especially in this current age of constant communication or surveillance, she couldn’t for the life of her figure out.

This is incredible , she thought. I’ve must've stumbled upon some sort of archaeological gold mine. If I ever get out of here, this shit will make me famous .

Then she stopped looking up and looked at the ground ahead of her when she finally saw it. The strange object that stood right underneath the shaft on the roof. The object in question wasn’t anything Frisk hadn’t seen before, or even anything completely out of place, but rather it was the placement of it and the utter mundanity that made it stand out so much.

It was a single sunflower in a pot , just sitting there.

Finding this immensely curious, Frisk went closer to it and crouched down right in front of it. For the most part, it looked like an ordinary sunflower, not unlike the ones from the flowerbed earlier, but this one seemed much fresher and healthier compared to the other ones.

Whoever lived down here Frisk figured, as it was no longer any question to her whether someone did, must have favoured this single sunflower above the other ones for some reason or another.

Someone must’ve placed it here , Frisk thought. But who the hell would do that? And why?

For a second, Frisk felt she saw a face in the pistil, but then she looked closer and there was nothing. Frisk simply ignored it as a simple mirage.

“Huh,” Frisk said to herself. “Weird.”



Before Frisk could finish that sentence, a swathe of flame suddenly burst out from the shadows like a dragon breathing fire.

“Oh shi-”

A small fire landed to her side, but it was enough to almost throw her away.


She quickly stood back on her feet and began to run.

“STOP!” the voice yelled.

It sounded deep and masculine like it belonged to an old man with a great sense of authority.


Frisk felt her fight or flight instinct kick in as she began to frantically run. She didn’t have a plan on which direction, she was just wanted to escape. Unfortunately, she didn’t get very far since she put all her thought on getting away, she didn’t focus one bit on the ground and then she quickly tumbled down after her foot hit a rock.

“Gah fuck!”

Although the ground was mostly soft, her head still hurt when she fell headfirst into it. Her mind became dizzy from the pain. Her head didn’t suffer the worst though, unlike her knee which unluckily landed on another set of rocks and caused her perhaps the biggest pain she ever felt so far. Fortunately for her though, the adrenaline in her system dulled the affliction somewhat and Frisk promptly resumed her escape. Or at least she attempted to.

She tried to stand up, only for her to immediately fall right back down again. She realized the wound on her leg seemed worse than she first thought, as Frisk found it impossible to even keep balance on it. Realizing she couldn’t run, Frisk began to frantically crawl instead. The fires seemed to come from every direction. She didn’t care where she was going, or even that she couldn’t stand, Frisk just wanted to get away, away from the screaming voice and countless fires. But then her path became obstructed when a sudden wall of flame formed in front of her.

Too frightened to question the logic of it, she turned on her back and became saw someone standing in front of her. A someone whom Frisk could only assume was the person who attacked her.

She couldn’t get a clear look at this person as he stood in the shadows, but Frisk could still see a faint outline of him it due to the two fireballs in his hands which Frisk simply assumed were two little flamethrowers. The figure was of an immensely tall build and was wearing what looked like a long, tall robe, complete with a long fluffy beard and… horns?

Frisk didn’t think much of the last part, as she was too busy panicking.

“Jesus Christ mister, I’m sorry!” she frantically said.


“Nothing, I swear!” Frisk said, not really noticing the figure referring to the flower as “him”.


“I swear to fucking christ I wasn’t doing anything. I simply just went closer to take a look at it! That’s all I did I swear!”

The flames in the shadows began to wain a little. The silhouette then seemed to turn to look at the flower in the pot for a moment before turning back to Frisk.

“You… weren’t… going to… harm him?”

The voice sounded a lot calmer this time, and Frisk felt she could hear a tinge of regret in it.

“No!” replied Frisk. “Why the hell should I!? I don’t even care about your stupid flower!”

The figure became uncomfortably silent.

“Stupid?” he asked.

Oh shit , Frisk thought.

But instead of a fit of rage as Frisk expected, the figure just gave out an amusing chuckle.

“My child,” he said. “I understand your immediate dismissal of him. He may not look that much, but I assure you that this not merely a “stupid flower”. In fact, he’s arguably the complete opposite. This flower… is my son .”

Frisk utter terror was almost replaced by a sudden confusion.

“Wha- what?” she asked. “Your… son?”

Holy shit, this guy really is crazy , Frisk thought.

Suddenly, all the flames in the room immediately dissipated as quick as turning off a light bulb. Frisk was so taken aback by it, that she didn’t even notice that the figure was now beginning to slowly, but surely walk towards her, until she heard the large thumps coming from his massive feet.

Realizing what he was doing, Frisk began to cover in fear. Judging by his unhinged nature, Frisk couldn’t imagine what awful things this seemingly crazy person was possibly planning to do.

But that fear was merely a fleeting moment compared to the absolute terror that came next when she finally got a better look at this person, or rather, creature.

The first thing that entered the light was a big paw. The paw was underneath a long robe, but it was so big in practically stood out and Frisk could almost see it in all its fluffy detail. It looked very much like a lion’s paw, but the fur was white like a rabbit’s or a goat’s. The next thing Frisk saw of this immensely tall yet skinny figure was the purple, flowing robe which she could now see was extremely torn and dirty and must’ve smelled as foul as it looked. Then came the uncannily human-like hands, and like the paws, they were white and fluffy, and the fingernails were extremely long. Frisk then saw the dirty and unkempt yellow beard that dangled on the robe reminiscent of an old, fantasy wizard.

Then, at last, came the head. A crowning centrepiece that sent shivers to Frisk’s spine as it made her realized she was looking at a creature unlike anything she had ever seen in her entire life. The head was far from humanoid like its hands and was a lot more animalistic like its paws. The closest animal resemblance Frisk could think of was a goat, due to the long white horns and dangling white ears, yet, the head also had the semblance of a lion, with the giant golden beard that looked a bit like a mane, and the goat looking muzzle also looked a bit feline. The strangest thing about it though were the eyes, which was also the only part of the creature that didn’t resemble any animals Frisk could think of, but they were almost completely human-like. One blue, one orange, and both wide open. Underneath them were dark marks, like that of a person who hadn’t slept in a long time.

The creature looked at the Frisk, not seeming to notice her frightened state, and gave an uncomfortable smile on its muzzle, similar to one of a person who had long forgotten how to be empathetic.

“Howdy,” the creature casually said. “I am so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Frisk screamed.

The smile on the creature faded and was replaced by a look of utter confusion.

“I’m sorry?”

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Frisk screamed again. “What the- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!?”

The creature looked behind in a state of confusion and then back on Frisk.

“Are you talking about me?”

“Of course I’m talking about you! WHAT ARE YOU?!”

At this moment, the strange creature lightened up as if he seemed to realize something.

“Oh, how could I forget,” he said. “I am so sorry. It somehow slipped my mind that most of humanity hasn’t seen or heard about our kind for thousands of years.”

“Wh-what?” Frisk asked. “Thousands of years? Your kind? Wait… THERE’S MORE OF YOU?”

“Of course,” the creature said. “In fact, my kind are millions in numbers, each of different shapes and sizes. We are practically an entire different lifeform, one made mostly of magic. You, humans, had a name for us that might sound familiar to you. You humans used to call us monsters.

“Mo-monsters?” she muttered. “Magic? I… uh… what?”

These sudden barges of information made Frisk almost faint in confusion and shock. The creature noticed her state, seemed to be extremely worried.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” said Frisk, panting. “I-I’m fine. This is just… too much. I- I need a breather.”

“All right then,” the creature said and a smile returned on his muzzle. “Let’s talk about something else. What is your name little one?”

“Wh-why?” Frisk asked suspiciously.

“Just curious?”

Frisk looked at him for a few moments. She found it hard to bring herself back to an ordinary conversation with this creature, while it just stood there patiently and smiled. Eventually though, Frisk managed to resume some train of thought.

“Francisca,” she said nervously. “My name’s Francisca Esperanza Montgommero. My friends just call me Frisk though.”

“Frisk?” asked the creature.

Frisk nodded in confirmation.

“Well, that is a nice name,” the creature said. “As for my name. I am… I… am…  what was my name again? Strange. I seem to have forgotten. Eh, it doesn’t matter.”

Frisk looked at him worryingly.

“That’s… understandable,” she replied.

Thankfully for her, the creature didn’t seem to have noticed her semi-sarcastic tone.

“I see you’ve already met my boy,” the nameless creature said and went towards the potted flower underneath the sun shaft.  The immense barrage of information from the creature had Frisk almost completely forget about it.

“But something tells me you haven’t been properly introduced yet,” the creature said while he picked up the flower gently like picking up a newborn. “He doesn’t really have a name per se, but these days he goes by Flowey , as in Flowey the flower . Flowey, why won’t you introduce yourself to your new friend over there?”

The goat creature smiling stared at the plain looking flower for a good few moments. Unless you count the flower moving slightly due to the wind that came from the opening above, nothing really happened. Meanwhile, Frisk stared at this bizarre moment feeling a mixture of fright and confusion. Frisk wasn’t sure if this kind of weird behaviour that would be considered a sure sign of crazy for humans was completely ordinary for these “monster” creatures.

After a few more moments of silence from the flower, the strange creature chuckled and looked back at Frisk reassuringly.

“I think he’s a bit shy,” he said. “My son can be that sometimes, especially in the presence of strangers. I hope you understand me, but I’m not going to force him to talk to you if he doesn’t feel like it, ok?”

“All right then,” said Frisk.

Suddenly, Frisk felt an immense pain in her leg where she fell. She didn’t notice it at first because she was too busy being afraid, but now the pain was almost impossible to ignore. She tried to hide it from the monster because she was still a bit afraid of him, but it seemed to worsen with every moment. Frisk realized that she had failed when she noticed that the smile on the creature's muzzle seemed to fade and once again be replaced by a look of worry.

“Are you alright my child?” he asked.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” said Frisk and then winced in pain.

The creature looked at her with a doubtful expression.

“It doesn’t seem fine,” he said. “Don’t worry though. I think I know a way to make you feel better.”

Still holding the flower, the creature began to walk towards Frisk. When Frisk noticed that he was coming towards her, she began to softly panic and crawled backwards.

“Don’t be afraid, child,” the creatures said gently. “I am not going to hurt you. Gods, I never would have attempted it if I had known any better.”

He stopped when he was close enough so that he was practically standing over her, and Frisk saw just how tall and skinny he was. He was so skinny that Frisk could see the outlines of his bone in his anorexic looking hands, and the robe seemed a few sizes too small for him.

Then the creature began to carefully sit down as if his bones were incredibly fragile, which Frisk wouldn’t be surprised by. Then he adjusted himself in a cross-legged position and Frisk could feel his dirty, golden beard brushing her leg, and then laid the flower carefully to his side, and gently patted it on it’s “head”.

“I haven’t done this in a long time, to be honest,” he admitted while he stretched his clawed hands together and Frisk could hear them crackling uncomfortably. “But I’m sure that I am just as good as I remember.”

Then the creature outstretched his palms and let them hover shakingly over Frisk’s wounded leg like it was a warm furnace.

“What are you doing?” Frisk asked.

“You’ll see.”

The creature moved his hovered hand back and forth across Frisk’s leg.

Suddenly, Frisk felt a great warmth come from the creatures palm. That was not the strangest part, as Frisk discovered when she looked closer. Some green, alien-looking energy was coming from his clawed hand. Before Frisk could react, the energy had spread from the creatures fingertips like green strings and it slithered worm like all over Frisk’s leg. Frisk began to freak out.

“What are you-”

“Shh child,” the creature whispered. “Stay calm and this will be over much sooner.”

Frisk didn’t know what it was, whether it was the reassuring tone of his voice, a side effect of the green energy or if she had mentally just given up on fighting, but Frisk found herself suddenly no longer resisting. The energy passed through the leather of her jeans and then Frisk could feel it’s cool and tickling touch on her skin like dozens of wriggling worms.

Then the green energy vanished in an instant and the creature pulled back his hands.

“There,” he said. “All better now.”

“Wha-what did you just do to me?” Frisk asked.

“I fixed you,” the creature said smiling.


Then Frisk felt it. Or rather, didn’t feel it. The pain in her leg was gone, and she realized that she was able to move it without any difficulty. She pulled up her pant leg was shocked to find her suspicions confirmed. There was no wounds, no marks, or anything that would have hinted that she had fallen. It was like she was never wounded at all.

“My god,” she said in shock. “You fixed it. How did you… wait. Was that… magic?”

“Indeed,” the creature said.

Then his smile faded and he immediately looked bewildered.

“Wait, you have never seen magic before?”

“No,” said Frisk. “Where I am from, I mean up there, magic is basically a myth.”

The creature looked at her like he couldn’t imagine that kind of life in the slightest. Then he just chuckled and his weird, somewhat creepy smile returned.

“It’s all right,” he said. “You’ll grow used to it.”

“I don’t think I ever will,” admitted Frisk.

“Well, whatever the case, let’s agree to disagree. Oh, pardon me I must be going now. I’ve just realized it’s late and my boy needs to be home for dinner.”

Still holding the flower in the pot, the eccentric creature stood up and began to head towards another entrance that was further away, while Frisk just sat there, still trying to process everything that happened. Halfway on its path though, the creature stopped and turned around to look at Frisk.

“Are you coming?” he politely asked.

Frisk was a bit surprised by that question. This creature that she had not only just met, but who also just attacked her was now expecting her to follow him? Normally, Frisk would absolutely refuse following a stranger who recently attacked her without a doubt.  But as strange as it sounded, Frisk found this question difficult to answer. Not only was she lost, but she had learned so many things in these past few minutes that turned everything she knew, or rather thought she knew, on its head. Suddenly, she was in a world of magic and strange creatures. In short, Frisk had a dilemma.

The creature looked like it had lived in this place for a long time, judging by his tattering outfit and dirty look, so he must know it like the back of his hand and thus could possibly know of a way out. But to say that Frisk wasn’t scared of this so-called “monster” would be an understatement. She was frightened of the possibility that he would lead her to a hidden place so that he could eat her in peace. On the other hand, this creature, while obviously eccentric, appeared to be somewhat nice and seemed to be immensely regretful for attacking her earlier, but that could also just be because he’s attempting to lead Frisk to a false sense of security. Whatever the case, she couldn’t just stay in this temple forever and so she had to make a choice sooner or later.

In the end, Frisk decided to take the risk.

“Don’t think I’ve got a choice,” she said.

She stood up and lightly dusted her clothes.

“All right then,” she began. “Lead the way.”

Chapter Text

The Ruins Part 2

The darkness and dampness of the ruins didn’t seem to get any better the further they went. Frisk couldn’t see far, so she mostly just tailored a few feet behind the large, goat-looking creature, who still held in both his hands the sunflower he called his son. The creature didn’t only seem to not mind the darkness, but also seemed clear on where he should go. Frisk still had her phone up with the flashlight mode on just in case.

Frisk and the creature went up some stairs that led into a half circle, and then they wandered into a small dark room. There was no furniture, or even anything particular about this room at first glance, but then Frisk noticed the big stone slabs on the floor that resembled buttons and an unreadable mural on the wall that seemed to resemble some instructions of sort beside a closed door

“The monsters of old built room like these to ward of humans,” the creature began. “It was believed… or at least I think it was… that by using clever and complex puzzles, they could break a human’s patience and will, and then the human would simply leave in frustration and/or boredom.”

“That sounds kind of far fetched,” commented Frisk.

The creature didn’t seem to notice her sarcastic response, and he began to walk over the buttons in a vertical line and the closed door quickly opened.

The next room they entered was a bit larger, but still just as dark. What Frisk could see though, was that it had a lot more to it so to speak. There were two small water streams that ran through the room, with tiny little bridges leading over it, and some of the walls had some vegetation covering it. Frisk could hardly see it at first until she shone her light on it, but on some of the walls were small levers which had already been pulled down.

Huh, weird , Frisk thought to herself.

It was at this point that Frisk’s curiosity overwhelmed her.

“What is this place?” she asked.

“This, my dear child,” the nameless creature began as if he had answered this question many times before. “Is the remnant of an old place called Home. It was once a great city, a thriving metropolis that was founded shortly after we monsters were thrust and imprisoned within these cavernous depths. But today, these once great halls and streets that bustled with life and monsters of all forms are now mere crumbling memories of gone days, with the only life here besides us being spiders, Whimsums, Froggits, and the occasional stragglers that managed to break in here somehow.”

Frisk and the creature now passed through an entrance and entered a small circular room. Frisk tried to imagine what Whimsums and Froggits were and looked like.

“I do admit though,” the creature continued. “That I do miss the energy and seeing all the nice folk that used to wander through here, going to work and chatting about recent events. But now they are all gone. Where have they all gone to I wonder? And why have they all gone? These questions haunt me once a day, and yet I have found no answer.”

Frisk and the creature had now entered another small hallway, but one with less life in it. There were no streams, and only a few of the walls had any vegetation in it, but Frisk didn’t really seem to notice or care this time, as she was too invested in the creature's tale. Frisk wasn’t normally the type to pay much attention in class presentations and teachers droning about some history of a place long gone, but hearing descriptions of an old civilization and species she had never heard about or even knew existed until now fascinated her. She could be the first person to hear about this in maybe a long time, and she did not want to waste this opportunity.

“Whatever the case,” the creature continued. “I hope that one day they will all return, and my son and I won’t have to be so lonely anymore here in the dark. Maybe they will never return. But… now that you are here, Frisk, perhaps we don’t have to wait anymore. With you here, we can perhaps build something else… something greater.”

This last sentence mad Frisk stop in her track and pulled her out of her fascinated, awed state and into utter discomfort. The may have been trying to be nice to her, but the implication of the last sentence Frisk found hard to ignore.

Was he intending to keep her here? It sounded to Frisk like he was implying that. It could just be that the creature had trouble properly expressing himself, but that still couldn’t shake off that uneasy feeling he gave her.

If that wasn’t bad enough, the creature was now looking at her and his heterochromic eyes seemed to give off a maddening glare, and his smile didn’t really seem to help.

Frisk began to back away from him. Now she just wanted to stay away from the creature as far as she could.

“I, uhh…” began Frisk.

Then the creature seemed to take notice of her disquiet and immediately changed his expression and tone.

“Oh dear lord,” he said. “I am so sorry, I have no idea what came over me just now. I guess my longing, my wishful reminiscence of days long past had momentarily taken over me. Frisk, you really don’t have to stay with me in this dark and damp cavern if you don’t want to. You are a young girl. A fine young girl and you have the power and will to make your own choices in this world, and it should not in my right or power to control them.”

Even though his tone spoke of genuine sorry, it was not enough to shake the discomfort out of Frisk.

“Uhh, thanks man but umm,” began Frisk. “You’ve been of great help, I swear, but... I think I am going to go my own way now. I’m sure I’ve got the gist of this place and I’m gonna just go through these ruins by myself ok?”

“That’s not a good idea,” the creature replied.

“Why not?” asked Frisk.

“Because!” the creature said with a surprising urgency in his tone. “These ruins are not safe for you. They are not safe for anyone. I regret not informing you about it earlier, but there are other beings here besides the aforementioned Froggits, spiders and so on. There are creatures here. Bad creatures. Other monsters that are much dangerous than anything you have seen or encountered and ones that will not hesitate to take you.”

Frisk almost froze in fear after hearing that. Other monsters? Ones more dangerous? But then she felt a bit suspicious as the timing of it seemed a bit too convenient.

“You-you are bluffing,” she protested.

“Of course not,” the creature said with a hint of sadness in his tone. “I understand your suspicions, but please… trust me.”

One part of Frisk wanted to protest, to yell at him, call him a liar, but another part of her wasn’t sure about anything anymore because of all the things she had learned just this day, things like the facts that monsters and that magic were actually real, and so she was basically open to anything at this point. Not only that but once again the creature seemed genuinely sorry.

Frisk currently felt a bit ashamed of herself for her behaviour towards the seemingly sorry creature. But then again, was her distrust of this strange and seemingly crazy being unjust?

“If you really want to leave my child,” the creature said. “Then I won’t stop you. But please, if you do, then I hope you take my warnings seriously.”

Frisk was practically trapped between two bad options at this point, a rock and a hard place. It was either to stay with this strange creature she didn’t fully trust or to wander alone and blindly through these labyrinthian caves and ruins where god know what lived.

In the end though, after a short while of thinking, she had decided.

“All right,” Frisk said nervously. “I’m coming.”

The creature’s smile returned on his muzzles.

“Then I’ll promise that I will keep you safe.”

If the creature had attempted guilt her into this choice as Frisk now began to suspect, it had succeeded, but either way, Frisk decided it was the lesser of two poisons. She rationalised it by the fact that she at least recognized him somewhat, and believed she could outrun or outwit him if she could, opposed to the other monsters that she hadn’t even glimpsed at. If they existed at all that is. After what she had seen though, she didn’t want to take that chance.

They went through another doorway, and the current path now seemed to curve slightly to the right.

“Are you frightened my child?” the creature asked in a gentle tone.

Frisk was taken aback by that sudden question.

“What noooo,” she lied. “Of course I’m not afraid, why would I be? You are here to protect me after all right?”

The creature looked doubtful.

“It’s all right to be afraid,” he said. “It just means you are still sane.”

“I promise you I’m fine,” insisted Frisk.

She didn’t want to tell the truth to the monster exactly because she was terrified. Of this place, of him, of what he might do if she somehow managed to upset him.

“Alrighty then,” the creature said and looked back on the path.

Frisk wasn’t sure if the tone in his voice meant that he was convinced or not. She tried not to think about it, however.

The pathway now curved back to the left, and they now entered a curious looking room, perhaps the strangest one so far. Almost the entire room was underwater, except for a tiny bridge in front of them that lead to a metallic platform, but that platform was completely covered in dozens of tall spikes that protruded from the ground. They were almost as tall as the nameless creature. Frisk dreaded at the thought that they might have to swim through the pond as she didn’t want to think about what could possibly lay in that murky watery abyss.

The creature wandered close the spikes in the centre as if he was going to magically walk through them.

“Some monsters doubted the humans supposed impatience and inadequacy,” he said and lightly touched one spike. “They said that we should not underestimate their will, their determination, and so they built puzzles that were more deadly and challenging and ones where if you failed, you could suffer, and even die.”

The creature put his hand away, and a small red blood drop ran down his furred hand. It then fell down on the floor, where it instantly vaporized into a small cloud of dust. Frisk saw it happen but didn’t think much of it. She was basically not surprised by anything at this point.

The creature turned his head down to face Frisk and put up a reassuring smile on his bearded muzzle.

“But you shouldn’t worry though,” he said. “My boy and I know these puzzles in and out. I will guide you through them carefully, and you will not have to fear getting maimed or impaled.”

“I… I didn’t know these were possibilities but ok,” Frisk said.

Then the creature went to touch the spikes on the right side, and then suddenly as if on command, they quickly shrank through grates on the floor.

“This is the path,” the creature said. “I remember it clearly now.”

Then the creature reached out to Frisk with one of his clawed hands, while holding the flower pot with his other.

“Come take my hand,” he said. “It’s much safer that way.”

Frisk hesitated for a bit but then she took hold of the giant clawed hand. The hand felt soft and fluffy, but also incredibly thin. Then the creature closed the hand and carefully squeezed hers, and they began to slowly walk.

The creature guided her through the spikes in a serpentine pattern, where at every step the spikes would make the same sound as they shrank through the floor, but then Frisk looked back and saw the spikes protruding back up when they were out their way.

At literally every moment in this whole ordeal, she feared that the spiked below them would suddenly burst out from the grates below and impale her, despite the creatures complete reassurance that they were going the right way.

After about dreadful 20 seconds that Frisk felt went on forever, they had finally reached the other side. At the moment they did, the creature lightly let go of Frisk’s hand, and she immediately put her hand on her knees and began to pant heavily, as she had just barely survived being hit by a malfunctioning car.

“Oh, oh my god,” Frisk said in between the panting. “I thought… I thought I was gonna die there. Holy… holy fuck.”

“Language my child,” the creature gently said.

Frisk chuckled a bit.

“All right,” she began. “I guess that’s how it’s gonna be. Funny you should only say just now though considering I distinctly remember swearing like a sailor when we first met.”

Frisk looked at the creature’s face and could tell a small hint of surprise in it.

“You did?” he asked and then looked a bit doubtful. “Well, I am very sure that I would have caught on to tha-”

Suddenly, there came a loud clanging sound in the distant.

Frisk yelped a bit in response while the creature looked worryingly in the direction of the sound. The noise didn’t come from this room, but it was still sounded close enough to be only a few walls away. It also wasn’t anything Frisk hadn’t heard before, nor was it particularly loud but in the utter droning silence of the ruins, it might as well be a roaring trumpet.

“What the hell was that!?” Frisk asked frantically.

“Wait, you heard that as well?” the creature asked in surprise.

“Uhh, yeah,” Frisk replied.

“Oh well then that must simply be a lose boulder falling on a metal board,” the creature explained and for a moment Frisk felt a bit at ease. “Either that, or yet another ghost is prowling about.”

“Wait, what?” Frisk asked in utter shock. “Did you just say ghosts? There are ghosts here? They exist!?”

“Of course,” the creature said without a hint of jest. "I forgot to mention. Sometimes old specters come to these ruins looking for habitation or simple peace and quiet. I, unfortunately, don’t know the reason why.”

“Oh god, can we please get out of her?”

“Of course Frisk, if you want to.”

“Oh I definitely want to.”

“Ok, then let's move on.”

And so they continued, and Frisk almost frantically began to tail after him.

“Ca-can you go any faster?” she asked.

The creature stopped as if to collect his thoughts.

“I want to,” he replied. “But this is, unfortunately, the fastest I’ll go. Any quicker, and I would risk dropping my son. I once did it before, and that was a horrible experience I do not wish to go through ever again.”

Frisk decided it was not worth it.

“I see,” she answered and they continued their slow traversal, despite Frisk’s actual yearnings.

Then they passed through another entrance, and Frisk saw that they were now standing in an extremely long and dark hallway.

“This hallway was once of ordinary sorts,” began the creature. “But now, it’s dark current state, it’s a test of sanity for all who wander through alone. Thankfully I have always had my son here by my side, but many have not been as fortunate.”

He took a short pause as if he was just reminded of something very unfortunate.

“Frisk,” he continued. “I suggest you stay by my side all the way through this hallway. You should never stray away from me if you value your mind.”

“W-way ahead of you,” Frisk said.

She was practically shaking at this point.

“Good,” the creature remarked. “Then follow me.”


After a few moments in the dreaded hallway, the near utter silence of the place finally began to get to Frisk. The only sound she could hear now was her’s and the creature’s footsteps. She had never been in such a quiet place before, and Frisk wasn’t sure whether it was that aforementioned silence of the hallway or if the nameless creature’s warning was somehow hitting her harder now, but her surroundings seemed to have somehow gotten exponentially worse despite not really being different from the previous rooms. Then, she noticed subtle distant echoes, and she felt that she could see shadows moving in the blackness. The possibility that there were actual ghosts, and other monsters in these ruins much more fitting of the term, just gave validity to what Frisk would otherwise consider nothing but paranoia.

Trying to find more comfort, she decided to turn her sight and ears to the creature that was guiding her. With nothing else to look at for a few minutes, Frisk noticed loads of things about the strange creature that she didn’t at first, including the fact that he was shaking. It was subtle enough so that you wouldn’t notice it at first glance, but once she did Frisk found it hard to ignore. It wasn’t cold here, or even one bit chilly, which meant that the creature was clearly anxious about something. Possibly due to the other monsters in this ruins, or maybe something he seemed to be hiding. If he shook any more, or if he would accidentally step on the wrong foot, he would most assuredly drop the flower in the pot. Frisk didn’t want to be around him if that happened. Frisk wasn’t sure if the creature was always shaking like this and that she just hadn’t noticed it, or if the creature also seemed to feel the immense dread as she did.

The hallway seemed to go on forever. At this point, she was practically huddled by the creature. Once again though, Frisk’s morbid curiosity came back and so she turned her head back to sneak a look at the way they came, while she was still tailing him. It was like looking down at a pit of endless darkness that kept growing and growing the further they went. She shone her phone in that direction, and the light barely reached it.

After a few seconds, Frisk had enough and stopped looking.

“How much further?” she nervously asked.

“Don’t worry child, we are nearly there.”

Thankfully for Frisk, this was not an exaggeration. Only a few more steps and they had arrived at what seemed to be finally the end of this dreaded hallway, signalled by a brick wall, a small entrance way, and a curious lonesome pillar to their left. They went through the entrance and Frisk stopped to once again take some breaths. The new room wasn’t that small compared some of the others they had been through, but it still felt like an incredibly welcome change from the seemingly endless hallway. The new room had a few piles of red leaves, and two obvious new pathways, one straight to her left, and another one further down her right. She looked through the entrance they came from, and could barely see the other end. Frisk smiled in relief.

“Thank god,” she said. “I hope there is not another hallway because I really don’t want to go through that shit again. Sorry, I know. Language. It’s just that I… uhh, mister?”

The creature didn’t seem to notice her, as it was too busy seemingly doing nothing but stare at a wall. Confused, Frisk shone her light on it but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“What is it now?” she asked.

“Oh right,” the creature began and was pushed out of his sudden daze. “I just remembered something just now. I had completely forgotten about it, but thankfully my son was kind enough to remind me. The thing is, I need to go do something… alone.”

The creature looked at Frisk with a saddened expression on his muzzle, and Frisk felt like she knew what he was going to say, and she dreaded to hear it.

“You are going to have to stay here for a while,” he said.

Frisk could felt an immense volume of fear fill her stomach. Even though she kind of expected him to say that she still couldn’t fathom it.


“I’m going to have to go somewhere, alone, for a while. I’m dreadfully sorry, I truly am, but-”

“Are you seriously just going to leave me here? Alone?”

“Yes,” the creature said sadly.

Frisk couldn’t believe it. She was unsure about this monster, yes, but she was more frightened about the idea of being left alone in this dark, mute place.

“Just take me with you.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”

“Why not?!”

“This place in question cannot be accessed or seen by humans. I’ve done it with other kids before and the place just vanished as soon as they arrived at it.”

Frisk line of thought almost halted when she heard that last line.

“I’m sorry?” she began. “Did you just say, other kids?”

The creature looked incredibly confused.

“Did I?” he asked in surprise.

“Of course you did!” said Frisk almost on the verge of yelling. “You…”

Frisk put her hands on her head as she wandered back and forth. There were so many thoughts going on in her head she found it hard to organize them.

“Y’know what,” she eventually said. “I am just going to come with you, and if the place vanishes then so be it.”

“That can’t be done I’m afraid.”

“I am sorry old man, but I am NOT just going to stay here ok?”

“I know you are nervous of it but I assure you I will only be gone for about a minute, at most.”

But then, without a single hint of irony in his voice, the creature said something completely contradictory to everything he had hinted at so far:

“Besides, it’s not like there is anything dangerous in these ruins. You’ll be perfectly safe where you are, no worries.”

Frisk wasn’t sure if she heard him right. Did he just say that there was nothing dangerous? After everything, he had built up?

“But… you just said earlier that there were a bunch of monsters here that wanted to take me.”

The creature looked at Frisk like he once again had no idea what she was talking about.

“Did I?” he asked. “Huh, strange. I must have misspoken or something.”

“How… how the hell was that a misspeak? You straight up said that there were monsters here that would kill me.”

“Trust me, my child,” the creature said as he chuckled. “I have made far more embarrassing errors in the past. Now as I said, there is nothing to fear here. There is nothing that can hurt you in these ruins.”

Frisk didn’t know what to think at this point. Was the creature trying to hide his contradiction, or was this just another example of his craziness? The creature seemed so convincing but he could also just be extremely good at pretending, but it also showed the same confusion when Frisk said he had mentioned other kids. Did he have some sort of terribly short term memory?

Just what the hell is going on in his head? Frisk thought.

“Y’know what?” the creature suddenly said as if an idea just popped in his head. "If anything DOES happen, just use this to reach me ok, and I promise, I’ll come right back to you.”

With that said, the creature picked up with one hand (while still holding the flower in the other) a strange object of sorts from underneath his robe, and handed it to Frisk. It was surprisingly heavy so that Frisk almost dropped it when she grabbed it. The object in question was about slightly longer than her two palms, and looked like a large rectangle with what looked like an old school antenna at one end, and was apparently made out of pure metal. On the front, or what Frisk assumed was the front, were dozens of numbers and computer symbols aligned in an order similar to an old cellphone.

Wait a minute , thought Frisk.

This item was a cellphone. An incredibly ancient one, possibly one of the earliest ever made. Frisk recognized it from seeing it in a history magazine she read once. Frisk felt like an idiot for a moment for not recognising it at first glance, until she realized that she wouldn’t have expected to find such an item here. This was an ancient relic of course, but it really old enough to fit into the ancient and medieval feel the entire ruin gave across. Frisk wouldn’t be surprised if the creature didn’t even know what it was.

“Uh thanks,” Frisk said to the creature. “But no offence, but I already got one of those.”

She dangled her phone around to get the creature's attention to it.

“Oh no, that’s a flashlight,” the creature said and smiled. “You are not going to be able to call me with that.”

“No it’s not,” said Frisk. “Nevermind. I guessing you never seen a mobile phone before.”

“A what phone?”

“Of course,” muttered Frisk.

“Well then,” the creature said. “If you can use this strange flashlight of yours to call me, then you might not need mine after all.”

Then the creature reached out and grabbed the old phone from Frisk’s hand.

“Hang on,” she began. “Did you only have one phone?”

“Yes,” the creature said. “Why would I need more?”

“And you gave it to me… so that I could call you.”

“Of course.”

Frisk sighed. She didn’t bother to question this strange creature circular logic.

“All right,” the creature began. “I think that’s enough stalling for now. I really need to go.”

The creature began to now walk towards the furthest exit.

“Wait,” Frisk called after him. “You didn’t give me your number.”

The creature stopped and turned to face her direction.

“My number?” he asked.

Frisk sighed.

“Ok, how the hell do I call you?”

“Just use the phone,” the creature said.

At this point, Frisk mentally gave up.

“Y’know what?” she began. “If something happens, I am just going to yell instead.”

The creature smiled.

“That could do it,” he said.

Then he turned away from her and back towards the entrance.

“Now my son,” he said and looked at his flower. “Enough fumbling about. Let us go.”

Then the creature left walked down the room and towards the furthest exit. Then he turned left and completely vanished from Frisk’s line of sight. Frisk huddled down by one corner and began shining the phone’s flashlight around the room. There was no sound, or anything resembling life besides the strange piles of red leaves. Maybe there really was nothing there after all. But still, the fear of the other monsters still remained, whether they existed or not.

“Ok,” Frisk began. “Don’t freak out, don’t freak out.”

Chapter Text

The Ruins Part 3

About 10 minutes had passed and the creature had still not returned. These 10 minutes, while short in hindsight, felt like a gruelling hour in this dark, silent place. Frisk hadn’t heard a thing in a while beside her uneasy breathing, and distant cavernous echoes. Even then, she still felt that she wasn’t alone.

To make matters worse, Frisk swore that she had sometimes managed to glimpse from her flashlight some silhouettes of what looked like giant frogs about the size of dogs. Were these the Froggits entities the mad creature had mentioned earlier? If so, were they harmless? Frisk figured they must be since the creature had mentioned them far earlier than he did that there were dangers here, but Frisk figured that could just be related to his unnatural memory loss. In fact, nothing she had seen for the last hour or so had been natural.

Frisk was even starting to question whether the silhouettes were even there in the first place. She had read a few things about mental illnesses online before. She didn’t know any close relatives that suffered from it, but the cause wasn’t always genetics. Could it be that the nature of this place was finally starting to make her crack? In fact, was anything around her real? Were these ancient walls and hallway mere cavernous rocks that manifested as building bricks to her mind in this near impenetrable darkness. Now that she was thinking about it, was the strange, unnatural creature from earlier even real in the first place-

No, Frisk thought to herself. He was totally real. I know it. I touched him. I felt him. The texture of the dirty fur. That was too real to be a hallucination. So was the fire he spewed. I could feel its heat. I know I’m not crazy. He HAS to be real. He must be. Oh god. What even is real anymore?

“This…” Frisk stuttered. “This place is really messing with my head it seems heh.”

It was at this moment that Frisk realized she had finally had enough.

“Fuck it,” she said and stood up.

Frisk had decided, she wasn’t going to stay anymore in this dreadful place, despite the creatures clear order not to move. Didn’t he also tell her that she was capable of making her own choices? Then why Frisk still decided to accept his bidding despite knowing that she would literally hate every second of it, she had no idea. Frisk figured she must’ve pitied the old monster, that madman, but now that he was gone to who knows where with no indication that he was ever going to return, Frisk figured that she was all on her own again.

That is… if she wasn’t always alone, to begin with-

Frisk shook that uncomfortable idea from her head again. From here on out, until she would find a more satisfying alternative answer, the creature was real, and even if he wasn’t, it didn’t matter to her at the moment. Finding a way out was all that did.

She shone her flashlight around and examined the room. There were two entrance ways, one on her left that seemed to lead to a dead end, and one further down right where the creature had headed. Frisk decided to head down that way, thinking that she might catch his trail and maybe catch up with him.

But then she looked around once more to see if she missed anything, and then she noticed from the corner of her eyes, something glittering inside other room. She couldn’t exactly see what it was, but to her, there was no mistaking it. There was something shiny in that room.

Frisk figured for a moment that this could maybe be an elaborate trap, but she couldn’t resist her curiosity and so decided to take a peek inside before continuing her way.

“My curiosity is going to be the death of me,” she muttered.

It was a small room, just about the size of two cupboards, and in the centre of it, on a thick pedestal surrounded by more red leaves, stood a large and rusty silver bowl. Right underneath it, there was something resembling a text carved into the pedestal. Curious as always, Frisk went closer to see if she could read it.

Sadly, most of the text had faded with age, but Frisk could still make out the main gist of it.

Candy, --ke one, it said in old fashioned English.

Who the hell would put candy in a bowl in this place , thought Frisk. Must be that crazy monster guy. It wouldn’t surprise me, to be honest.

Frisk decided to take a peek into the bowl, but then she hurled back immediately afterwards and put her hand on her nose.

“Gah, fuck me,” she said. “Fucking disgusting, ugh”

She only had one glimpse at the candies, but that was enough for her to say no to them.

They looked ancient and mouldy and had an incredibly foul smell resembling a rotting sugary carcass. Frisk could also swear that she saw some flies in it, or at least an insect of sorts.

“Welp,” she said. “Don’t know what I expected.”

Then she turned around and saw something that made her completely stop with fear. In the room where she had just been, there stood now dozens of silhouettes each resembling what looked like massive frogs creatures, each about the size of a small child. The figures “heads” seemed to subtly bob back and forth like a bobblehead, showing that they were clearly not static. To make matters worse, they were all staring at her like they were analyzing her.

To Frisk, there was no mistaking it. These were the same figures she had only glanced at before, and since they looked much clearer now, that could mean that they weren’t illusions.

Nervously, Frisk shone her flashlight at them, to see clearly just what these shadows could possibly be hiding.

Fortunately for her, the creatures didn’t look nearly as frightening as the build-up had anticipated.

The creatures looked like large frogs with snow-white scales, and on each of their stomachs were what looked like a second, smaller mouth. Now that they were in clear light, Frisk saw that the way they stared at her seemed more like due to ample curiosity than malice like they had never seen such strange being before. If anything, Frisk found them to look somewhat adorable.

But Frisk learned a while ago that looks could be deceiving, so she crept to them with utter carefulness.  Some of the “frogs” backed away slowly when they realized she was coming to them.

“It’s alright,” Frisk said softly. “I am not gonna hurt you.”

The creatures seemed to stop after she said that. If they couldn’t speak, they could at least understand her, much to Frisk’s relief.

Finally , she thought. Some other intelligent life here.

When Frisk was close enough the one closest, she kneeled down in front of it.

“Don’t be scared,” whispered Frisk. “I just want to see if you can help me or not.”

The frog said nothing and just croaked.

“Do perchance, know of a way out?”

The frog creature just stared at her and turned its head diagonally like a dog that was utterly confused. Frisk sighed.

“Of course you can’t understand me,” she said. “Why would you?”

Suddenly there came another clanging sound in the distance, and Frisk and all the frog creatures looked in its direction.

“Goddammit,” said Frisk. “That sound again.”

Then she turned back to the frogs and became even more nervous, because, whatever the noise was, the frog creatures looked immensely frightened of it. They began to look around themselves anxiously and some croaked frighteningly. Frisk was now scared again. These creatures obviously knew something she didn’t.

“Gu-guys? What was that sound?”  she asked, even though she was not really expecting an answer.

Then suddenly, the frog creature who looked the oldest judging by its tall size and droopy, elderly looking eyes, stared straight at Frisk and said in an uncannily human voice:

“Leave this place girl. Leave. If you know what’s best for you.”

This made Frisk more surprised than the clanging sound, so much so that she didn’t manage to absorb its message.

“I’m sorry?” she began. “You can talk?”

Then, as if on command, the frogs all began to disperse and hop away from her into any random direction.

“Hey!” Frisk yelled. “What are you doing? Come back here!”

There were so many of them and they were all jumping around so wildly that it was nearly impossible to keep track of them all. But Frisk managed to spot from the wild crowd the old looking one who spoke to her, who was heading alongside a few others down the corridor where the nameless monster went. Frisk ran towards it.

“Hey stop!” she yelled. “I wanna talk you!”

Frisk turned left and through the entrance which led to a smaller corridor. There she saw the frog creatures hopping away in the distance.

“Stop, please. I have so many questions. Can I just-”

Her foot suddenly went through the ground.

“Gah, fuck!”

She looked down at her now trapped foot. Thankfully it didn’t get damaged, but pulling it out still proved somewhat of a struggle. Frisk looked ahead and saw the frog creature vanishing in the darkness. Now mixed with utter frustration at her bad luck, Frisk used up all her might to pull it out.

“C’mon!” she said. “My leg’s not that heavy!”

Then, like pulling out an old nail, she succeeded, and the grey marble dust ran down her dirty pant leg. But before she could celebrate, Frisk heard and felt an immense rumbling. It quickly became clear to her what was happening. The floor beneath her was now crumbling.

“Oh shit!”

Not bothering to take a breath, Frisk stood up and began to run. She didn’t see the floor behind her fall, but she heard it clearly, and when she had reached the end of the corridor, she jumped and landed face first on the hard floor.


She turned around to her back and stared at the crumbled floor she had just narrowly escaped from.

“Shit,” she muttered. “That was close.”

When she had relaxed, Frisk stood up and shone her flashlight down at the newly formed pit. Even with her phone at full power, she could still just barely see the far bottom. There were what looked like piles of leaves there, but Frisk wasn’t going to take the chance that they could soften her fall.

“Welp,” she said to herself. “Sorry old man. Not getting back there again.”

She turned around and shone her flashlight down the empty corridor ahead, and she just remembered how frightening this place was when she was alone. Still though, Frisk stood determined and brave.

“Alright,” she said. “Where to now?”


After passing the 15th or so doorway, Frisk had completely lost track of time. All the walls and decors in these labyrinthian ruins seemed to repeat and become a pattern. It was only when she saw walls with large cracks on them that she felt she had made any progress or once or twice when she had entered a large, church sized room with pits and leaves, but these alongside the cracked walls became more infrequent as time went on. On passing the 30th doorway, all the rooms had become completely indistinguishable from one another. One time, Frisk swore that she was basically running in circles.

But as much as frustration was building up in her, that was only boosted by her urge to get out of this place of utter loneliness and terror. Throughout her entire lonesome traversal through these claustrophobic hallways with low ceilings, these empty and sometimes dusty gardens, Frisk hadn’t seen a single soul. Not any the strange frog monsters from earlier, or the crazy goat hermit, or even any insects or worms. Just utter nothingness, as if everyone who lived in these halls just went up and vanished. She had tried calling out.


She had gotten no response, but Frisk didn’t stop until her throat began to hurt.

Frisk didn’t hate being alone. She had been so many times of her life. But that was a different kind of lonesomeness where she could still see and fathom the loud bustling of people and cars, the singing of birds and insects. But here, there was nothing. No life and no sounds save for the occasional distant echoes. Nothing. For the first time in her life, Frisk felt that she was truly alone.

Still though, Frisk refused to give up. Refused to simply kneel down on the ground and cry. She knew it wouldn’t help her. She believed there was a way out, and she was going to find it.

Then suddenly, as if whatever forces laid out there had answered her crying inward voice, she heard something that gave her much joy. Unlike the distant echoes, this sound came from very close by as if it was only a single room away, but it was what it sounded like that actually gave her joy. It sounded like deep croaking, almost identical to one of a frog. There could be no mistaking it. Frisk had found one of those frog creatures again.

She began to run towards it. She had become so desperate for another life, something she didn’t think she ever would. Frisk didn’t care at the moment whether it was unintelligent, non-sapient, or anything. She just needed someone, something, anything to keep her company, so much so that she didn’t notice the unusual amount of dust on the floor she was stepping on.


Then she turned the corner and saw something pretty unusual, or at least unusual compared to what she had begun to expect. It was yet another of those frog creatures, but this one seemed immensely different, and a bit more frightening. Not only was it grotesquely fat, but its eyes looked dead and bloodshot like a zombie. The mouths, that being the “main” one and the little one on the stomach were overwhelmingly brimming with pale dust, so that a decent volume of it began leaking down them alongside the dripping saliva, like a bucket overfilled with snow.

The way the creature stared at her, with hunger in its coal black eyes, made Frisk regret immensely in revealing herself by shouting.

“Hu-human,” it croaked.

Frisk backed down in terror.

“I-I’m sorry,” she said. “I think I mistook you for someone else.”

The frog’s saliva seemed to increase.

“Hu-hungry,” it croaked and sounded almost as frightened as Frisk. “Pl-please help me. Th-this hunger… it never ends. It just doesn’t end.”

“Th-that’s too bad,” Frisk began. “But sorry. I-I don’t know how to help you.”

The frog’s expression seemed to suddenly change into utter sadness.

“I think you do,” it said.

Frisk didn’t like the implication of that sentence.

“I-I’m sorry,” she said. “It was nice knowing you mister… but I think I need to go now.”

The frog noticed her backing away.

“Please,” it begged. “I want to try. Try to see if it would satiate me. Please. Just a foot. That’s all I will ask of you.”

Frisk began to back away faster.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Then she turned around and began to run away.


Suddenly, dozens of small, white, spiky spear looking things materialized in the air in front of her.

“What the hell!?”

Then the spikes began to fly at her like homing missiles, and in a hasty decision, Frisk turned back around. The fat frog stood still there and had a groaning face like it was constipated. The missiles were no mere coincidences, Frisk figured. The frog was some sort of sorcerer.

“You- you are not getting away,” it said, and even more spikes materialized in front of it.

Before Frisk could react, the spears flew towards her in an unnaturally high speed, none of them hitting her, but enough to send her completely off balance and fall on her back.


She hit her head on something falling down, causing immense pain and her vision to get incredibly dizzy. But just as her vision got better, Frisk saw that the frog was on top of her.

She screamed, and pushed it away from her with surprising ease despite the monster’s size, but then there materialized something heavy which pulled her back down. She looked at her arms and saw something resembling white bricks holding them down. Then, with utter fright and a growing feeling of hopelessness, she looked back on the fat frog, whose mouths were still filled with falling dust, as it hopped back towards her.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Frisk yelled.

“I’m so sorry,” the frog said as it jumped back on top of her. “But you left me no choice. I am really, honestly sorry about this, believe me. But I am just so hungry, and you’re the only living thing with matter I’ve seen in years. You could be just the key I need. I promise I will be quick, but I cannot promise that I will only stop at the foot. I would like to apologize a whole lot preemptively, but I might end up eating you whole. Please, forgive me.”

Then the frog turned her leg, and with its upper mouth licked its lips.

“Pl-please don’t,” mutter Frisk.


Suddenly the room lighted up by a distant fire. Frisk knew what it was, and her heart was instantly filled back with hope. It was the large goat monster, who left her behind, and he stood in the room, both arms filled with orange flames, and his blue and orange eyes shining unnaturally bright, and his face was filled with rage. The fat frog looked at the old creature and its white face became immensely filled with a fearful expression that said: “not him”.

The frog hurriedly jumped of Frisk and tried to hop away the best it could. The nameless creature fired dozens of small fireballs in its direction, to the point of almost burning the room up, and just as the fat frog began to think it could maybe escape, it was hit point blank by a large hurling fireball that sent it almost flying of its balance. The fire quickly engulfed the poor frog creature, and it let out an unnatural screech, unlike anything Frisk had heard of before, and then it fell down limp on the floor. Then there flew some weird, grey energy from its charred body, and when the fire quickly faded, the charred remains crumbled into dust, completely unmistakable from the ones it’s mouths were filled with earlier.

Frisk laid on the floor and panted heavily, as she watched the tall monster walk towards the newly formed dust pile, and then pick up some with his palm to examine. She also noticed that the immense weight on her had vanished. Frisk looked at the arms and saw no white bricks or anything that suggested they had been there. Frisk sighed in relief and looked back at the large monster.

“Th-thanks,” she said.

She didn’t bother being angry at him, especially since he had just saved her. Then the creature, seemingly not having taken notice of her gratitude, turned towards Frisk with an angry look in his face.

“What did I tell you!” he said, sounding almost on the verge of yelling.

Frisk was taken back immensely by that.


“Didn’t I tell you to stay?” the creature continued. “Stay exactly where you were? So that things like this wouldn’t have happened?”

Frisk couldn’t fathom it. This monster was angry at her? When he was the one that left her alone? Now, all the anger and frustration Frisk felt towards the monster came running back to her. He didn’t deserve to be angry towards Frisk. Not for what he did.

“He-hey wait just a minute!” she protested and stood up. “Are you really questioning me? After all the shit you pulled?”

“Language!” the creature said harshly. “Do not speak back to me like that!”

“Oh shut up!” Frisk said. “After what I’ve been through I think I at least fucking deserve to do that much!”


“Ok first of all,” Frisk began. “Where the hell did you go that was so important to leave me behind for so long, I honestly feel like I deserve to know!”

“It was not important!” the creature insisted. “What was important was for you to stay! Instead, you disobeyed me with you utter impatience!”

“U-utter impatience? I’m sorry, but you were gone for a long, LONG time. I don’t know how it works to your people, but most humans my age aren’t keen on staying alone and defenceless in utter fucking darkness.”

“Hey, language!”

“Oh stop with that!” Frisk angrily said. “You are not my dad, and even if you were, is that really your fucking priority here? My language? Not you trying to help me get out of this hellhole where I remind you, I almost got killed?”

“That’s only because you didn’t stay still exactly as I asked you to!”

“What the- what the fuck did you think I would've done back there? You fucking left me behind back there! Alone! In a place with god knows how many monsters and NOTHING to defend me with! Besides, didn’t you just say that there were dangerous monsters her?”

Frisk pointed at the pile of dust that used to be the frog.

“The what the hell is this then!”

“Tha-that was a rare exception.”

“Then why the hell wasn’t I allowed to move?” Frisk yelled. “Are you that paranoid over the smallest things? Besides, didn’t you also say that I was allowed to make my own choices, or did you just suffer another convenient memory loss about that?”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to make choices,” the creature said and his tone of anger was beginning to sound more like desperation. “But you could have gotten hurt! You could have fallen in a crevice or be attacked by random strangers, which may I remind you, is exactly what happened! You could have been killed! Gods, I dread to think what would’ve happened if that happened. A child dead under my watch, and… and… it would’ve been my fault . Be- because I didn’t take care of them hard enough, because I left them alone. Because I… I...”

The creature became suddenly silent as if every light inside of him was turned off.

It was then that the creature did something that Frisk did not expect from him in the slightest. He was beginning cry. There was no doubt about it. Dozens of tears were running down the creatures furry cheek and down his golden beard.

Frisk didn’t know what to think now, as her irritation toward the seemingly controlling monster seemed to be slowly being replaced by pity and empathy.

“I-I’m sorry mister,” Frisk said calmly. “I didn’t mean to-”

Suddenly, the creature leapt into her and hugged her tight.

“What are you- hey let go of me!”

The creature was now weeping, and Frisk felt the gigantic tears run down her hoodie.

“Let me go! Let.. me…”

Frisk began to slow down in her struggle against the creature’s grasp when she began to finally hear the creature's words through all his loud sobbings.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” the creature muttered. “I left you. You could have been killed because I left you. I’m so sorry. You were right. I should not have done that. I should have taken you with me. I was so stupid to leave you all alone out there. Oh, gods. Why did I-”

Frisk couldn’t believe it. She was feeling for this creature. The same creature that she was terrified of just a moment before, and one she just barely knew. But in this strange, perhaps overacting moment on the creature’s part, Frisk felt that he was strangely human. Instead of the frightful, untrusty and mad creature she had come to recognize, she began to consider whether she was being hugged by a sad and lonely old man, that although crazy and unsure how to properly behave, seemed to have a good heart concealed behind terrible decision makings and awful word choices. Or at least, that’s what Frisk currently felt, outside of the uncomfortable tightness of the creature’s incredibly strong embrace.

“Hey, hey,” she said in a calm voice. “It’s ok. It’s ok.”

After a short while, the creature let go and Frisk found herself finally able to properly breathe again. The creature wiped the remaining tears from his heterochromic eyes with the back of his hand.

“Sorry about that,” the creature said. “A bit of an overreaction on my part. I just wanted you to know I was sorry and-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” said Frisk. “I mean you’re right, it was totally an overreaction, but that’s fine, that’s completely fine. At least I think I understand you better now, I guess.”

The creature chuckled.

“I should get going now,” he said. “It’s getting late. Do you want to come with me or…”

“Right back at you,” replied Frisk.

And so the two of them walked together again.

“Hey,” began Frisk. “Sorry about lashing out at you back there.”

“Nah, don’t be,” the creature said. “You had every right to be angry. I know that now.”

“Ok then,” replied Frisk. “Whatever you say, old man.”

The creature chuckled again.

“Y’know,” he began. “You kind of remind me of a daughter I had actually. She… wait a minute. Daughter? That’s not right. They were a boy, weren’t they? A boy, yeah. I had two sons… I think. Wait. Are they even mine?”

The creature noticed Frisk confused expression and realized he was rambling again.

“Bah,” the creature said and smiled. “Such needless details. They tend to… well, slip my mind sometimes.”

Frisk chuckled. She was getting used to his eccentricity and weird memory losses.

“So um,” began Frisk. “Where is this other son, or daughter or whatever at now?”

The creature smile waned as if he had just remembered something he didn’t want to talk about.

“I do not know,” he said simply. “Maybe they’ve gone home. Maybe they’re far away, or maybe they never existed in the first place. I simply just don’t know anymore.”

“Oh, well sorry for asking.”

“Nah, that’s ok.”

Suddenly, Frisk just realized something was missing.

“Hey speaking of children,” she began. “Where the hell is your flower- er, I mean your son at?” she asked.

“Oh I brought him home actually,” the creature said and his smile instantly returned. “I figured he would be  bored staying with me, wandering around all day, so I dropped him at our home on the way here.”

“Oh,” began Frisk. “So where is this home exactly?”

“It’s very close by in fact,” the creature said. “Just right pass this corridor.”

Then the two of them walked over a small patch of grass that had grown on the ground, and turned to a passage to the left, over another patch of leaves. Suddenly, they were in a large open room, with the ceiling being cavern walls far above them. The first thing Frisk saw of note in it was a large, singular dead tree in the centre that was clearly intentionally planted a long time ago. All the leaves had fallen off it, so it looked like there was a red circular bush around the stump. But it was what was behind the dead tree that was of much more interest to Frisk.

It was a cosy and small house made of bricks, looking like it had been built in, and sculpted out of the old ruins. There was only one floor, with two windows in front with dozens of red leaves underneath each one.

Just looking at this place gave Frisk immense comfort. It gave her nostalgic feelings of old, comfy cabins she used to visit when she was very young, away from the loudness and busyness of her old city. She had almost forgotten this hidden realm of calmness and solitude, but the old looking walls, the small empty garden and the clean air dragged those memories back from the depths of her subconsciousness. This place, in short, made her feel calm.

“Welcome,” the creature began. “To my home.”

Chapter Text

The Ruins Part 4

Unfortunately, the interior of the monster’s home proved to be much more disappointing than the exterior. Like the tunnels, it was very dark and it was hard to see. Thankfully though, there were dozens of candles placed throughout which the large monster promptly lighted using his fingers. The next thing he did was light the fireplace in the living room, and the sofas and table brightened up with an orange hue, like from an evening sun. Now that Frisk could see much clearer, the felt that the place looked a bit better, but only for the most part. Also, other less visible issues now popped up in the light. Frisk saw that the wallpapers looked old and lifeless, with some tearing off or falling into a state of rot. There were cobwebs at almost every corner, and the wooden floor creaked uncomfortably with every step. What was worse, as Frisk soon noticed, was that in the hallway, there were missing planks that had been evidently been ripped out.

The few pieces of furniture that were in the house, while dusty and unclean, looked the most competently made things so far. But they also looked dull and colourless and were nothing you’d be surprised find in an ordinary home. They were mundane things like cupboards in the hallway and table and chairs in the living room. The only extraordinary thing of note was the potted sunflower that the monster kept calling his “son”, which was now placed in one of the two sofas in the living room, rather than on a solid surface like a cupboard or a windowsill like any sensible person would place it.

“Now then, how do you like it?” the creature asked as they stood in the living room.

Frisk stayed quiet for a few seconds before she answered. She didn’t want to upset him, but she also found it hard to hide her disappointment.

“Well, it uh… looks alright,” she said.

Then she saw the smile starting to wane of the creature's muzzle.

“Bu-but with some small changes and a bit of hard work,” she hastily added. “This place could become something special I think.”

The creature smile returned.

“Well that’s good to hear,” he said. “Well, I’ll be in the kitchen then. Do you like pies?”

“Uh, yeah I like pies,” she said.

Frisk was kind of taken aback by the randomness of that question but she decided to play along.

“What kind?”

“Umm, all kinds I guess. I honestly rarely have one so I guess I’m open to anything.”

The creature became thoughtful for a moment.

“Do you like…” he began after a while. “Cinnamon or butterscotch perhaps?”

“Uh yeah,” replied Frisk. “Cinnamon or butterscotch sounds good.”

“Ok, then which one do you prefer? Should the pie be made of cinnamon or butterscotch? Maybe a bit of both?”

“Both sounds good.”

“Well, then it’s decided.”

A smile widened on the monsters muzzle.

“Well I’ll be in the kitchen then,” he said and walked away.

Once he was in, Frisk heard the sound of rumbling through cupboards and a soft hiss of gas.

There is a working oven in a place like this? she thought.

“Now I honestly don’t think I’ll live up to my wife’s cooking!” the creature yelled from the kitchen. “But I’ll try my hardest at least! Make yourself at home in the meantime! Look around, play in the garden, do whatever you kids fancy these days! I’ll call you when it’s ready ok?”

“Whatever you say!” Frisk yelled back.

She sat down in the unoccupied sofa that had grown warm thanks to the flaming fireplace. She looked around. Frisk felt the place didn’t look half as bad now that she wasn’t getting somewhat used to it.

At least it’s not the freaking hallways , she thought.

She examined the sunflower that “sat” on the sofa chair opposite her. The orange flames from the fireplace returned familiar colour and light to the flower.

Frisk felt that this flower was perhaps the strangest aspect of the monster when it came to personality. There was nothing about it that made it stand out from other sunflowers, yet the monster seemed utterly convinced that this one was his son. Frisk couldn’t figure out why. Perhaps it was just a delusion on the monster’s part, possibly brought out by the immense loneliness of these ruins. But why this flower in particular? Frisk considered that maybe it was already put into a pot when the monster found it.

Or perhaps, as crazy as it would normally sound, maybe this flower really was his son. Maybe he was cursed and transformed by a witch or the like and the monster knew. Maybe these monster creatures just sometimes give birth to sunflowers, or maybe these monsters start like this until they grow into something else. Could it then be that the dozens of sunflowers she landed on earlier were also children? If that were the case, were they sentient? Is this singular sunflower in the chair sentient?

As Frisk kept staring into the flower and began to notice every detail of the leaves and the pistil, a strange sensation crept up from the back of her head. She didn’t know why but staring at this flower slowly filled her with dread, and a touch of… sadness ? Frisk peered closer. There was something about it, she was sure now. Then she felt something else. A very unusual, dreadful feeling. The reason why, Frisk found it hard to fathom, but it was if… the flower was calling to her-

“Hey Frisk!” the monster yelled from the kitchen. “I just realized I’m out of butterscotch, and it’s too late to run to the store! I am dreadfully sorry but is it ok if I skip the butterscotch and just bake a cinnamon pie?”

The sudden disruption of the eerie quietness pulled Frisk from her the depths of her thoughts.

“Uhh yeah!” she yelled. “Cinnamon pie is ok?”

“Ok good to know!”

Now that she was back to reality, she looked back at the flower and saw nothing of note. She had no idea why she was so hypnotized by it for a moment.

It’s just a dumb flower , she thought and stood up.

She began to examine a nearby bookcase. Frisk felt somewhat bored now, which she still considered being a somewhat upgrade from feelings of utter dread. There was no internet signal to speak of, and the few books in the bookcase were unfortunately either mysteriously burnt up, illegible, or in a language completely alien to her. The only exception was a boring, old book that was nothing but a study of snails. The disappointment felt immeasurable to Frisk, as she now dearly wanted to learn more about monsters and the history of this strange new lifeform.

Frisk left the living room, wanting to explore the rest of the house. There were 3 other doors in the hallway and a staircase that lead down to what looked like a basement. She careful crept down the hallway as she felt the creaking floor could crack open with any large step, and also because she didn’t want to step into any of the holes formed by the missing planks. The first two doors were unfortunately locked, and Frisk expected the third and last one to be another disappointment Fortunately for her, the door was open.

“Third time's the charm,” she said to herself and wandered in.

The monster had evidently not been in this room since they got here since there were no candles making it pitch black. Not one to let much get in the way of her desperate curiosity, Frisk picked up her phone, turned on the flashlight and shone it around. This room was obviously a bedroom of sorts, possibly belonging to the large monster judging by the massive bed to the right and the large desk with a singular drawer to her left. There was also a large bookcase, which unfortunately proved to be empty.

Then she shone her light on the desk, and there was something on top of it which instantly caught her attention. She thought it was a large, painting canvas at first. Then Frisk shone her light on it and saw it. This was a map. A handmade map that was most likely drawn by the monster. Not only that but judging by the labyrinthian structure of the pathways and buildings, this was a map of the ruins. Frisk became almost overjoyed by this discovery.

This is it , she thought. This could be the key to getting me home. I guess I should maybe tell the monster guy first. Kinda starting to feel bad for him .

Growing more curious, Frisk opened the drawer of the desk, hoping to find something else of interest, which she did. It was a large diary which had evidently been used recently judging by how little dust covered it. Frisk checked outside the door and down the hallway to see if the monster was coming. She saw no signs of him, but distant burning candles. And so she sat down and began to peruse the diary, gently flipping pages as to not accidentally tear it.

The first thing Frisk noticed was that the first half of the book was torn out. Whoever did wasn’t subtle or careful about it either, as there were dozens of ripped residues left hanging inside. It was like the pages were ripped out in a rush.

Whatever content was left almost didn’t prove much of interest. Most of the entries followed similar patterns, in which they started with some coherent, although a bit clumsy, sentences written in pitch black ink. All of the entries started with the sentence “nice day today” and then they went into describing in quick successions the same mostly mundane activities of waking up, eating breakfast, grooming the sunflower, and then just perusing around the ruins. Frisk would have found it uninteresting, and most likely would have forgotten it instantly after putting it away, if it wasn’t for the fact that in almost each and every entry, the sentences became more and more incoherent until they completely devolved into chaotic squiggles, like the author had a stroke or suddenly began to freak out. From the little that Frisk could read near the end of the entries, just before they became illegible, she could see that there was always mentions of the monster waiting for someone. Like it would say something like him hoping that “he or she” would appear today or that today would be a good day for “him or her” to appear. The way it was phrased didn’t make it clear whether the monster even knows who he’s waiting for.

The last entry was the only one that didn’t turn illegible, but that was only because it was half finished, most likely because it was for the day today. Even then, there were some signs of the writing getting worse and uneven by the last sentence.

Feeling mostly disappointed, Frisk carefully closed the small book and put it into the drawer which she then promptly closed. She went back out to the hallway and stared down it. There was only one place she hadn’t checked yet, and that was downstairs. Frisk carefully crept down the hallway again, and once again the floor creaked with every step. She wondered on her way how so little of the floor had broken so far, considering the owner of the place must weigh a lot judging by large his size and build.

Once Frisk had reached the staircase, she looked down it and immediately learned what happened to those missing planks on the floor. On the end of the staircase was a singular door, and for some strange reason, the door was boarded up closed with the missing planks, as if to keep something in… or out. The planks weren’t nailed though, rather they were kept up with dangling, grey duct tape.

Either he doesn’t own nails , Frisk thought. Or he’s too unstable to operate them properly. Don’t know which one is more likely .

“Oh there you are my child,” the creature said.

Frisk looked towards his direction and saw that he was standing in the living room doorway and had dozens of white and brown stains on his robe.

“I couldn’t find you where I last put you,” he said. “I was afraid I might have to go look through the entire ruins again.”

“Do you… not have an apron or something?” Frisk asked.


The creature looked down on his now unclean robe.

“Eh it washes off,” he said. “It always does. Oh and by the way, I came to inform you that the pie is almost ready. It just needs a little while in the oven and then it’s good to go.”

“Ok I’ll be right there,” Frisk said and looked back at the door.

The creature seemed to notice the way she examined it and smiled in a way like he was reminded of someone, someone who used to do the exact same thing Frisk was currently doing.

“Curious about this door my child?” he asked gently. “Heh, I would be too if I were you. But with all my heart, I advise that you will never, ever try to open it.”

“Why?” asked Frisk. “What’s down there?”

The creature went behind Frisk and put both his hands on her shoulders. Then he looked at the door for a while as if he was thinking how to proceed. The smile on his snout was gone.

“Down there...” he began. “ Lay only the evilest things ever dreamt up from the dark deep imaginations of the most wicked monsters . An amalgamation yours and anyone's worst possible fears and nightmares made manifest. Famine, war, death, chaos, disease. Countless things a wicked soul can possibly think of. I have seen countless of friends, families, children even , let their curiosity best them and walk through there. None have returned.”

Frisk stood still and listened at the door. There were no sounds. Nothing resembling stirs or movements.

“Can’t hear anything,” Frisk said.

“Ahh, that’s the thing about evil,” the creature said. “It’s quiet, it’s subtle. It grabs hold of you when you least expect it, and then, more often than not, it will be too late to do anything. You see, it wasn’t this bad when we first arrived here, believe me. It was barely noticeable in fact, otherwise, I never would have made it my home. But through the years it has grown and grown even beyond my wildest fears. So I boarded it up, hoping that the tightness of the corridors would stop its growth and that no soul would ever again try to enter. Although, I do shudder when I consider, that my actions might turn out futile and that one day it will grow so large, that it will burst through these barriers and swallow us and the whole world whole.”

“Alright,” said Frisk, trembling. “If it’s so bad then why haven’t you destroyed it.”

“Destroyed it?” asked the goat creature. “Oh, my dear child. If only it were so simple.”

Suddenly, the eerie atmosphere was interrupted by a sudden ding sound. Evidently, a microwave had just finished baking something.

“Oh,” the creature said. “That must be the pie. You know what? I think we should just forget about this door for the time being and move our thoughts on filling up our empty stomachs with some delicious pie, don't ya think?”

“Uhh, yeah that sounds great.”

“Alrighty then.”

And so the creature went away to the kitchen, after wiping off the stains on his shirt with one hand. Frisk stayed behind and stared at the door for a good while. She was now terrified of it, but Frisk kept staring and listening out of morbid curiosity, hoping to catch some stirs or creaking or simply anything that could give her a hint, but she felt nothing. But Frisk found the stillness of it somehow more frightening.

“Are you coming Frisk?” the creature called from the kitchen. “You don’t want your pie to get cold do you?”

“Just a minute!” Frisk yelled back.

She glanced at the door one more time and then left to the living room, trying her hardest not to think about it.

Chapter Text

The Ruins Part 5

On the large living room table, there now stood a large and brown bread like object surrounded dozens of small candles formed in an irregular pattern. Occupying one seat was the strange potted flower. Frisk took a seat by one end of the table and examined the ugly thing, which Frisk could only guess was supposed to be the pie. It looked closer to a burnt, circular loaf of bread, clearly not meant for eating. Despite not really expecting much, Frisk still found herself disappointed.

“Is that the pie?” she asked.

“Of course,” the creature gently said. “What else would it be?”

“I dunno,” Frisk replied. “Looks more like burnt toast.”

“Well in any case, why don't you try it out? It’s good.”

He took out a large, dull kitchen knife and slowly carved out a slice. Then he put it on a small, unclean plate and let it slide across the table towards Frisk.

She then stared down at the dark brown object on her plate. Up close, it looked almost identical to dirt. Suddenly, this filthy thing on her plate brought back dozens of memories of old fairy tales with monsters and their unfavourable choice of food, and Frisk was now starting to feel apprehensive again.

“What’s in it?” she asked the monster.

“Oh, just sugar, cinnamon, that kind of stuff,” the creature replied. “You don’t… like those sort of things?”

Frisk looked at him doubtfully.

“Any other ingredients you forgot to mention?” she asked. “Anything of… the human variety perhaps?”

“Oh no none at all,” the creature reassured. “Try some. I hope it’s good.”

Frisk hesitated again, but then she noticed how the creature seemed so proud of his little creation. Also the large, almost fake, reassuring grin on his muzzle seemed to yell, “please”. And so, Frisk decided to take the monsters word for it, despite all that her instincts were telling her.

“Alright,” she said.

She picked up a small dirty spoon and prepared herself for the “pie”.

“It can’t be that bad right?” she mumbled under her breath.

She carved out a spoonful and felt how the inside seemed much softer than the exterior. Frisk let the bite hang on her spoon a bit, at examined the way it seemed to softly drip down on the table like mud.

Here comes the aeroplane , she thought and put it in her mouth.

Frisk gagged. It tasted more putrid than it looked, the way the dry bits mingled in her mouth alongside the mud like, semi-liquid that filled the insides made her feel like she was eating dirt mixed with mud. Either that or a long expired cookie found in some unclean back alley.

“Oh god,” Frisk said with her mouth full.

She couldn’t help herself. It tasted so awful, she couldn’t get herself to be the least bit polite about this. The creature was beginning to take notice.

“Is it not good?” he asked with a worrying expression.

“No, no, no, it’s fine,” Frisk lied. “It’s fine. It’s perfectly alright. I just… I just ate it wrong its all. It’s fine, see?”

Then she put another spoonful of the moist dirt into her mouth and she gagged again.

“See!” she said while attempting not to spit it out. “Perfectly alright!”

“It don’t look alright,” the creature said. “It’s fine. You can be honest with me. If you don’t like it, then I won’t get upset.”

Frisk gagged again and hurled the half eaten piece back onto her plate.

“Oh god I’m sorry,” she said and cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Don’t be,” the creature said. “You were honest. That’s what's important.”

“Uhhh, ok,” Frisk replied.

“In any case,” the creature said. “I think I have something that's possibly much more to your liking. My boy Flowey will just eat the rest of the pie. I'm sure he’s gonna love it.”

Frisk glanced at the plain, empty sunflower.

“Yeah I hope he does,” she said with the faintest hint of sarcasm.

The creature stood up.

“Well just stay here for a while, I’ll be back in a moment,” he said and headed to the kitchen.

Once he was there, Frisk could hear the rumbling through cupboards and closets as if the creature was hurryingly looking for something.

“Now I don’t think I’ll ever match my wife’s cooking!” he yelled from the kitchen. “Now there was a great chef! Absolutely spectacular! She made some of the best pies, much to the envy of the other folk! Ahhhh, can’t wait for when she comes back home!. Home from... wherever she is now, Hope it’s soon though because I’m slowly starting to forget her!”

Well, that’s sad , Frisk thought.

Suddenly, she noticed something curious about the creature’s saying.

Hang on, could this wife maybe be the person he said he was waiting for in the diary?

“But since she is not here!” the creature continued. “I guess we just have to make ends meet! Now, where is it… aha, here it is!”

He back came from the kitchen, holding something that looked like a large doughnut, and placed it on Frisk’s plate. The doughnut looking thing was obviously not of the creatures making, as it looked a lot more polished and well made. Frisk felt completely enamoured by it.

“This looks good,” she said. “One of your wife’s cooking I’m guessing?”

“Oh, I wish it was,” the creature replied. “This piece of pastry was actually made by spiders in fact.”

“I’m sorry what?” Frisk asked in confusion. “Did you just say spiders?”

“Oh yes, spiders,” the creature said without a hint of irony within him. “They are charming little creatures. Innocent and can be found almost everywhere here in the ruins. But they are also not very bright and are easily fooled. Very easily on fact. One day I ran out of money during my monthly visit to them. So you know what I did? I tricked them by giving them a crown made of pure gold and all they gave me was this single doughnut.”

The creature chuckled proudly.

“Heh, silly little creatures. Such an object is worth more than a king’s ransom, but to them, it was no more worthy than a single penny. I still laugh about that moment till this day.”

“Uhhh… yeah,” Frisk said. “You sure showed them.”

She decided not to wrap her head around yet another of the monster’s twisted logic and instead turned her attention to the doughnut that sat in front of her.

The circular bread was ink black, and the thick glaze was coloured purple complete with a black overlay that formed a spider web pattern. Frisk took a small bite, just to check it. The black coloured dough was soft, and the thick glaze melted in her mouth and filled it with a sweet sugary flavour.

“Oh my god, this is so good!” Frisk exclaimed, and the creature smiled in relief.

Frisk wasn’t sure if the doughnut was actually that tasty or whether or not it was just so compared to the “pie” she had from earlier, but whatever the case, Frisk didn’t care and quickly took another bite. This time however she felt herself bite something hard and small with a strange juice interior. Frisk hoped it was some sort of chocolate chip.

“Well that’s good you like it,” the creature said in excitement. “Very good, very good indeed. Well, I’ll keep it in mind the next we’ll have a treat like this. Whenever my son here wants some pie, I’ll just jump on out of here and visit the spiders for a moment. Just for you.”

Frisk smiled. Maybe this monster wasn’t so bad after all.

But as much this moment fancied her, there was something biting her mind. Something, she felt needed to be discussed.

“Uhhh old man?” Frisk began with a full mouth.

“Yes?” the creature asked.

Frisk swallowed the bite.

“Look, man,” she continued. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do here, I really do. But the thing is… I barely know you, and I kinda wanna go home.”

The creature looked bewildered.

“Home?” he asked as if he didn’t understand that word.

“Yeah home,” Frisk replied. “You know, where I am from? Up there?”

She pointed upwards with one hand.

“The surface?” she continued. “Like I said, you’re nice and all, but I have some things to do. I have some people up there and…”

She paused for a while.

“I have some people that are waiting for me. I don’t want them to needlessly worry, and I can’t contact them with my phone for some reason. I have to let them know I’m fine and things like that. But I promise though, I will try to visit you as much as I can. Once a month, at least. I swear, and I promise I won’t tell anyone else about this place if you’d like that.”

The creature leaned further back into his chair, and then put on a thoughtful posture.

“I see,” he began. “You have some other people waiting for you, you say? A family perhaps?”

Frisk’s face turned a bit melancholy after hearing that last question.

“I guess you could call it that,” she softly replied.

The creature chuckled a bit and smiled.

“Y’know it’s been so long,” he began. “I’ve seen so few people, and loved even fewer, so much so that I have almost completely forgotten what a family is anymore.”

The creature sat in thoughtful silence for a while and the quietness was starting to make Frisk feel somewhat uncomfortable.

“Oh goodness me,” the creature suddenly said and quickly stood up. “I just realized. It’s very late and it’s time for bed.”

Frisk snickered. She didn’t believe him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she said and pulled out her phone. “It’s only-”

Frisk stopped mid-sentence when she looked at the phone screen, where it said in big numbers the time was almost eleven-thirty at night. Frisk couldn’t believe it. She could have sworn it was only morning when she fell.

Have I been down here for that long? she thought.

“This… doesn’t make any sense,” she said to the monster. “We’ve only been here for like what? 3 hours at the most?”

The creature shrugged.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” he said and smiled.

He picked up the potted flower with both his hands, while Frisk was stuck in confused thoughts.

Did I set the time up wrong? She thought. This all feels too convenient. Convenient for him that is.

“We'll continue our conversation tomorrow ok?” the creature said. “Just get some rest for tonight and the next morning, where we're wide awake and with clearer minds, we'll discuss your departure.”

“Don’t I get a word in this?” Frisk asked.

“Of course you do,” the creature said. “It’s just a recommendation, is all. But you don’t really want to stay awake all night, do you? It’s not good for your health.”

Frisk gave out an impatient sigh.

“I’m not even tired,” she exclaimed.

“Bah, nonsense,” the creature said. “I see it in your face. You’re as wrinkly as my late mother. You’ll fall asleep easily, you’ll see.”

“Ok then let’s image that I actually am very tired in fact,” Frisk said. “So where the hell am I supposed to sleep ‘cause I ain't sleeping in your bed?”

“In your own room of course.”

Then the creature reached his hand underneath his cloak and pulled out a rusty, gold keychain.

“Wait,” Frisk began. “My room?

“Yes,” the creature said. “Let me show you.”

The creature walked slowly out of the living room with the keychain in one hand and the flower in the other.  

I guess I’ll follow him , Frisk thought. Don’t think I have much choice.

Then she quickly ate the last doughnut piece and stood up.

The creature stopped at the first door in the hallway. Frisk noticed how his hand seemed to shake a little as he proceeded to put the key inside. It followed almost exactly the same rhythms as the way he shook in the dreadfully long hallway from earlier.

Was he always shaking like this and I’ve just missed it? Frisk thought.

But without much effort, the creature twisted and turned the key inside and opened up the door. The creature gave a satisfactory smile and looked at Frisk who stood still in the hallway.

“Come on in,” he said. “Take a look.”

Frisk stood still. Something felt off about this.

“Come now,” the creature said. “The door won’t bite.”

“You go in first,” Frisk said.

The creature looked at her confused, and then he just shrugged.

“I don’t see why not?” he said and entered the room.

Maybe he’s not trying to lure me after all , Frisk thought. But let’s not put down my suspicions just yet.

She glanced into the room and became almost stunned in surprise. She had expected a dirty and almost empty room with dozens of cobwebs and maybe a single mattress, but what she saw instead joyfully surprised her. It wasn’t the best looking room she had ever seen, but it was miles better than anything she had seen in the ruins so far, or even anything in this “house”.

Like the flower, this singular room was given a lot more care than any of the other of its kind, what with the wooden floors being almost spotless and clean, with a large red rug in the centre which colours matched that of the surrounding wallpapers. There were a few cupboards, a singular closet and a toy box filled with various toys.

Frisk walked inside the room, just make sure she wasn’t having some sort of strange illusion. It was like she had wandered through a portal that led to a completely different house. The way it paralleled to the rest of the ruins seemed completely unnatural.

“See?” the creature began. “There is nothing to fear at all. Now then, what do you think?”

“This is nice,” Frisk commented, and this time she meant it.

The creature smiled again.

“That’s good,” he said. “That’s very good indeed.”

Then the creature looked at the flower in his hand and his smile faded.

“Uhh Frisk?” he asked.


“I’ve uh,” the creature began. “I unfortunately only have one bedroom to spare.”

He raised the potted sunflower.

“I hope you don’t mind sharing it with my son for tonight.”

Frisk shrugged.

“Sure, sure,” she said. “I don’t mind, really.”

“Ahhh, good to know.”

He placed the potted flower on top of one of the cupboards.

“Don’t worry, he’s not a loud sleeper,” he began and patted the flower. “Who knows? Maybe you sharing a room together will get you to know each other better. Now, let’s see if everything’s in order.”

The creature then began carefully perusing through the cupboards and toy box while mumbling softly to himself.

“Everything's in order here. Also here- wait, where is the green crayon? Oh, there it is. Now let’s check the…”

Meanwhile, Frisk’s interest was focused on a curious looking pink backpack laying on the edge of the bed. It looked average sized, like a high school backpack, and had no decorations or identifying markers. Frisk lifted it up. It was light and empty. It also looked somewhat clean and recent, like it was put here just a few days ago.

“Hey what’s the deal with this backpack?” Frisk asked.

“Pardon me?” the monster asked without looking from his perusings.

“This pink backpack right here,” Frisk said. “It looks pretty recent. Like, where did you get it and why’s it here?”

“Ahhh, you mean this little thing?” the creature said. “Hmmm, would you believe me if I told you I’ve completely forgotten?”

Of course , Frisk thought.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Well it’s because I have,” the creature said.

Frisk sighed.

Just another mystery to add to the pile I guess , she thought.

“Oh and speaking of forgetting,” the creature suddenly exclaimed. “I almost forgot about something important.”

He went to one of the cupboards and pulled out of it two small, golden boxes with white coloured ribbons.

“What is that?” Frisk asked.

“Presents,” the creature proudly declared. “What else?”

“Seriously?” Frisk asked. “For me?”

“Yes. And also for my son of course. I didn't want him to be left out you see. Now I forgot to mark them, so I think I may have gotten confused on which gift belongs to whom, but I hope you like whatever’s in there either way.”

Whatever’s in there? Frisk thought. He doesn’t know it himself?

The creature handed her one of the golden boxes, the one who looked the most used and crumpled. Frisk took it and shook it a little. It was very light, and inside there was something small with a clinking metallic sounding. Then she sat down on the floor and began to unfold it. The ribbon was very loose and Frisk found it curious how it felt like it was tied in a hurry.

When she was done, she laid the box on the floor, opened it, and then checked inside. On the bottom, there was a small, golden necklace shaped like a heart. Frisk picked it up and felt the rust and dozens of scratches on it hinting at its long age of use.

“Thanks for that,” Frisk said to the monster.

He smiled a proud smile.

“Alright, I’ll be going now,” he said. “I think I am going to go to bed early today as a matter of fact, but until then I’ll be in the living room and check out on you once in a while. In fact, I think I am going to lock your door so nothing but I can-”

“Hang on!” Frisk yelled in protest. “Don’t do that!”

The creature looked at her.

“Why not?” he asked in honest confusion.

“Because uh…”

Shit , Frisk thought. This guy’s want’s to lock me in here. He must be planning to do something with me.

“Because…” Frisk continued. “...I just don’t like to sleep with the door locked. It, uh, makes me feel, um, locked out I guess?”

“You prefer it if I kept it unlocked is that what you are saying?”

“Yes, yes, exactly.”

The creature became thoughtful.

Oh, I definitely messed this up , Frisk thought.

But then the creature chuckled, smiled and said:

“Ah, it’s alright. I’ll leave the door unlocked just for you, ok?”

Oh, thank god.

“I’m mean…” the creature began. “Are you sure you’re ok with tha-”

“Yes! I’m absolutely sure!”

“Alrighty then. Is there anything else I can do for you? Would you like me to read something for you or…?”

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“Good. Then I’ll be going now.”

The monster headed for the door.

“If anything’s the matter,” he continued. “You can find me in either the living room or in my bed. I’m sure you know where that is. But in the meantime, good night and good rest.”

He left through the door and closed it. After a few seconds, Frisk check to see if the creature had held his promise. Luckily, the door proved to be unlocked. She smiled.

Frisk went to examine the flower on top of the cupboard.

Yeah, I’m not gonna get used to that thing , she thought.

Frisk went to the lonesome bed in the room and let herself fall on it. It was immensely soft, perhaps the softest thing in this entire place.

Oh my god, I think I can sleep forever like this , she thought.

As she laid there, Frisk began wondering what was in the other package. She didn't want to go open it herself to check though, as she was sure it would summon either the creature’s anger, disappointment or both.

Then Frisk realized that she felt immensely tired. A part of her considered that maybe the creature drugged her, but then she remembered all that happened the last few hours, all the walking, climbing and near death situations, and she realized what was even stranger was that she hadn’t gotten tired sooner. Either that or the immense softness of the bed was getting to her.

Frisk was now wondering about what she would do when she was out of here. Would anyone believe her? She doubted it. Maybe she could prove it by showing everyone the ruins. But she also promised the monster not to do that. But what if she decided to break that promise? What would be the ramifications of that? How would society change? To the fact that magic and monsters were truly real. How would people change?

I don’t think anything’s going to be the same anymore , Frisk thought, not sure if she was pointing at life in general or just herself.

Then, before she noticed, Frisk had closed down her eyes and fallen into a deep sleep.


Frisk felt herself floating. Or rather, she felt a part of her floating, as she soon realized that she didn’t have a body or any form to float with. She was just mere, incorporeal consciousness wandering through nothingness. Not through blackness or nothing in any metaphorical sense. Just, floating through literal nothing.

Then the voices, the whispers, and the chatter came. Frisk felt their minuscule vibrations rumble through her mind, and she believed if she somehow managed to reach out, she could touch the words and letters themselves. She thought at first that they were speaking to her, but then she noticed that the voices were rather speaking AT her. Frisk didn’t completely understand it, but the best analogy she could think of was like she was a large, impenetrable wall that stood in front of dozens of people that spoke in her direction, but they were speaking to whoever or whatever lay behind her.

Some of the voices Frisk seemed to recognize, Others she didn’t… and some she had yet to know, in some unforeseeable future. Frisk didn’t understand how she knew that last part.

Most of them seemed inaudible, and Frisk somehow could only comprehend a few of them.


Why did you come here?

Come now little Dora.

Take care of mom and dad for me, okay?

Fucking imbecile.

It is the only way.


Then came fire, the heat and the horrors. Frisk couldn’t see the horrors, but rather she felt them, crawling around and surrounding every inch of her “soul”, or whatever that could best describe her current state.

Then the voices grew faster, louder and more frequent. The audible ones even more so.


I was right. Your mother should have gotten an abortion.

You’d be dead where you stand.

When children hear my name, they weep.

We should have wiped them all out long ago.

… the demon who comes when you call its name.


The fires and horrors grew now overwhelming, and the calmest of voices turned into yellings.


Please don’t!

Come back here, little Dora!

I’ll kill you!

I don’t want to see you or your goddamn face ever again!

Down here, it’s kill or be killed!


The voices almost deafen her now.


Please help!

The mind has a tendency to make memories where none exist.

Human’s only answer to one thing! Fear! Fear and pain




And in the centre of everything, she saw existence itself. An utter, incomprehensible anomaly, where everything and nothing existed simultaneously, and it grew and grew and threatened to swallow her whole. Then as she looked into the centre of this ever-changing cosmos she saw... him. The man in black. The man who speaks in hands. The one, who like all souls and living things did not exist once but now had conquered and ascended beyond the very concept of existence. The void yelled out his name like an incomprehensible angelic choir of a primaeval, alien faith, and it echoed through the endless chasms and took on forms and colours which no man, monster or soul had ever seen. Then he… it…   Gaster reached out towards the floating consciousness and waited. And Frisk screamed.


Frisk woke up panting and covered in sweat.

“Ho-holy fucking shit man,” she muttered.

She sat up and put her hand on her chest, and felt her heart rapidly beat as if she had just ran a marathon. Frisk had had her fair share of night terrors before, but none of them could even be compared to a fraction of what she had just been through right now.

“Oh, oh man,” she said. "I’m never going to fucking sleep again, eh?”

She chuckled at her own bad joke.

Suddenly, the door burst open and the nameless monster stood in the doorway, with a face of intense dread and terror.

“Gah, Jesus Christ dude!” Frisk yelled out in shock.

But before she could react, the monster had rushed towards and embraced her.

“Dear gods what happened?!” he said with a tone of immense urgency. “I heard your yelling! Are you hurt?! Did the bed hurt you?! Oh, gods did somebody one hurt you-”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Frisk said. “I’m not hurt at all! And the bed is alright, thanks for asking!”

“Then did you see someone?!” the creature asked. “Was there someone in this room. Someone who threatened you?!”

“There was no one!” Frisk said. “I swear. It was just… a bad dream is all.”

The creature looked at her with a surprised expression.

“Just a dream?” he asked. “Nothing else?”

The creature looked to the side seemingly thinking, and Frisk caught a hint of relief on his lion-like face.

“Yeah,” Frisk reassured. “Just a dream.”

But then the creatures face turned to Frisk with a sudden look of angry seriousness.

“You shouldn’t have scared me like,” he said sternly and stood up. “Don’t do that again.”

Wait what? Frisk thought.

“Shouldn’t have scared you-what the hell, do you think I asked to have a nightmare-”

But before Frisk had finished, the creature had left and shut the door, seemingly too stuck in his own twisted mind to hear a single word from Frisk, and she was once again alone in uncomfortable silence.

“What the hell was that all about?” she said to herself.

Frisk laid back into bed, her mind full of thoughts. She put her hand back on her chest and felt her heartbeat slow down.

She found herself unable to sleep again. She didn’t even feel tired anymore.

Frisk picked up her phone and looked at it. It was almost 4 AM.

Does time flow faster in this place or something? she thought.

Frisk’s train of thought now began to wander around with no path or purpose, going from things like wondering about the creatures sudden change of tone, to the purpose of those strange, mystical ruins, about monsters and magic… and even that dreadful nightmare. After about half an hour of laying there, she had fortunately completely forgotten everything from it. Except for one thing. That strange name, Gaster. Even here in the waking world, Frisk felt it echo constantly through her mind. Just what was that name, she wondered. She was certain she had never met or even heard of someone with that name. Did her mind just make it up randomly on the spot? She wasn’t sure whether that was even possible for the mind to do, but at the moment it was one of the most likely possibilities she could think of. But then why was it the only thing that stuck once she woke up? Not only that, but that name also filled her with slight dread, as if it belonged to or reminded her of someone she once knew and feared, but just couldn’t pinpoint on exactly who or why.

Frisk just stared at the ceiling again, thinking about that name, about this place and other things. She found it impossible to fall asleep again, despite having only slept for a few hours. Once again, like most things in this place, Frisk couldn’t figure out why. She felt it wasn’t natural. Nothing about this place was natural to her. Frisk felt as if she was still dreaming, and this place was some sort of weird dream world where normal rules no longer apply. And then there was that creature, which seemed lonely and hesitant in letting her go, possibly because it so was desperate for any semblance of company to the point it had anthropomorphised a single flower.

Frisk thought about these things for a while, and then came to a single decision.

I’m going to get out of here , she thought.


Frisk waited until she was sure the large monster was asleep before she proceeded. She slowly opened the door to his room and peeked in. As Frisk suspected, the monster was fast asleep in the large bed, and his purple robe was thrown into a pile by a corner. Judging by the silhouette, one of the monster’s anorexic looking hands was hanging down by the side of the bed, and Frisk was for once happy there wasn’t light for otherwise, she might see some uncomfortable details.

With the empty pink backpack hanging from her shoulders, Frisk crept into the room, fearing with every step that the creaking might wake the tall monster. The creature began to snore a bit once she reached the desk. She slowly stroked her hand over it, feeling the rough texture of the large map of the ruins.

Frisk carefully rolled it up, glancing occasionally at the sleeping monster behind her just to make sure he wasn’t awake. Once she was done, she put the map into her jeans back pocket and gently headed back to the door. The monster suddenly rustled in his bed and for a moment Frisk heart stopped as she thought he was waking up. She turned around and felt immense relief to see him still sleeping. The creature then began to mumble in his sleep.

“Wha-what are you… get-get out of here you-you...”

Frisk had reached the doorway and looked back at the sleeping monster. He had now stopped moving and mumbling and now slept on his back with one hand on top and the other dangling by his side. Besides his breathing, he looked as peaceful as if he was once the happiest creature in the world.

Seeing him so calm and oblivious made Frisk start to feel somewhat apprehensive on not informing the creature about her decisions. This was perhaps the sanest she had ever seen him. But Frisk felt she had made her choice, and if not now, then maybe not for a long time. Her only regret at the moment was that she didn’t have a pencil or paper to write her goodbyes.

“Sorry old man,” she whispered and then slowly closed the door.

Chapter Text

The Ruins Part 6

Once again Frisk found herself wandering alone in the labyrinthian ruins. Only now, she had a clearer path and goal ahead. Now, with a heavy backpack hanging on her back and with a large map in her hands, Frisk felt like a proper explorer. She held the large and brittle map in both her hands, carefully as she felt the lightest tug could tear it, only glancing from it occasionally to see if the road ahead matched the outlines.

After a while she found holding the map too much of a nuisance and rolled it up, believing she had memorized the surrounding rooms and pathways enough, and then she put the map into her jean pocket.

If Frisk could recall correctly, there was supposed to be a large open room nearby, which for some reason, the monster seemed to consider very important, judging by how it was marked with a large circle and near-illegible writing which Frisk could just barely read as saying vantage point . And after she went through the same doors and hallways as the map had said lead to this place, Frisk immediately saw why.

This wasn’t a large room as she had misread. It was a large balcony, and from this balcony, Frisk could see large dome-like buildings, gigantic greek like temples, and tall stony towers reaching almost to the top of the cavern, stretching far and wide. Frisk couldn’t believe her eyes and blinked a few time to make sure this wasn’t a mirage.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed.

She had gotten so used to the claustrophobic hallways and low ceilings she had entirely forgotten that these ruins were once a city. Seeing these rows if ancient buildings from above, and in such large height, made the ruins feel for the first time like they were once a large and massive city.

Frisk looked straight down from the balcony and saw that there was a small climbable path on the tall, stone wall.  She looked behind her, feeling suddenly as if someone was watching her, but she saw nothing but the dark shadows of the corridor. Frisk figured that maybe the sudden vastness of the place was just getting to her.

With that said and done, Frisk climbed down from the balcony and began her descent down into the ancient city.


“Goddammit old man! Why did your stupid map have to be as inconsistent as your… well, everything. Guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, huh?”

Frisk now sat on the edge of a large bridge connecting two building, trying her hardest to read what the map had to say about the surrounding area. She had been wandering in the old city aimlessly for a while now, and the map had now become incredibly untrustworthy. First it started with minor issues like the angle of a street being wrong or a building being shown as slightly bigger or smaller, but the further she was away from the old hermits home, more major issues began to pop up such as the map showing building that didn’t exist, not showing buildings that DID exist, and visualizing hallways that in actuality lead to dead ends. With her only guide having become unreliable, Frisk was beginning to feel lost once again. She sighed and looked across at the rows and rows of ancient buildings that faded into the darkness. Frisk had hoped, if somewhat naively, that comparing the map to the city from above would somehow make it more coherent, but doing so just revealed even more inconsistencies and errors. Unless the city was magically changing shape every now and then, it was clear that it had become horrendously unreliable and broken this far away from the monsters home.

“Welp,” she began. “Let’s get back to it. No point wasting time fiddling my thumbs I guess.”

Frisk rolled up the map and headed back down the stairs she came up. Her footsteps echoed through the staircase with every step.

“I’ll just make things up as I go along,” she said to herself. “Has worked well for me so far. I think at least.”

Having reached street level, she adjusted her pink backpack and continued on her aimless path. As she walked, she thought on how for a long time the only sounds she heard in this dead city of colossal structures was the sound of her own voice and the echoes of her footsteps. Frisk looked up at the towers occasionally to marvel at their wonderful and eerie sight.

Unlike the dull and meaningless hallways from earlier, Frisk felt like this place actually was a city. She could imagine the busy, cobblestone streets with vendors and dozens of strange mythical creatures like trolls, goblins or even something similar to the old hermit. She could imagine the loud noises as strange looking children played in the street and older ones wandering from place to place, and as Frisk looked at some of the faraway windows she could imagine some monsters looking out to appreciate the view or to greet a beautiful morning. She could even imagine the countless families that lived inside these busy blocks, of creatures waking up one tired morning in an ancient looking bed and then going off to work or do daily chores. Frisk could even imagine the skies, for lack of a better word, being filled with wondrous flying dragons, hippogryphs and whatnot, carrying heavy boxes and carriages, or just enjoying the ride.

But whatever this place was like in the olden days, it was obvious that time was now long gone and all the monsters with it as they either died or left to some unknown place. And despite her attempts to imagine a more wondrous place, Frisk could never manage to shake off her feelings of utter fright. At every step, Frisk felt as if the countless empty windows harboured countless eyes staring at her, and that in the shadows lay untold horrors just waiting for her to slip.

Due to all this rising dread, Frisk was now believing to think she should have never left the strange creature’s home.

“Good job Frisk,” she said to herself. “Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into. You’ve abandoned the only guy who knows anything about this place, and now you’re all alone and lost in the middle of El-goddam-Dorado with no map, no guide, and no one to protect you.”

She sighed.

“Merde. This really was a terrible idea. Why the hell did I-”

Suddenly, Frisk heard something rustling just behind her. Frisk nearly froze in fear.

Oh god, there is something behind me .

Then, having built up her courage, she slowly turned around and shined the light from her phone in the direction of the noise.

“Who-who’s there?” she asked.

There was no answer. Frisk waited for a few moments and then gave out a short panicked chuckle.

“There’s nothing,” she said. “Of course there’s fucking nothing. I must be losing my freaking mind over her-”

Frisk stopped dead in her tracks as another strange sound appeared. This one, however, was a lot more frightening than the last. The previous one could have been simply a gust of wind or a scurrying rat, while this new noise, on the other hand, sounded unmistakably like it came from a living, breathing creature or person. It was the sound of someone crying. Someone that was just around the next corner. Frisk was now practically frozen solid.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god-

The crying still kept going and grew louder. Frisk wanted to run, but she feared the echoes of her loud steps would alert whatever this was so instead she just stood there, shaking. But her morbid curiosity began to grow, and despite how ridiculous she knew it was, she wanted to take a small peak to see what it was.

Have I learned nothing from that fat, man-eating frog thing? she thought to herself as she crept towards the corner. The hell’s wrong with me?

Once she had reached it, Frisk, readying herself to sprint, looked around the corner to see just who or what was making this noise. There, she saw something completely different from any monster she had witnessed, perhaps the oddest looking figure so far. This was clearly not a froggit creature, as it had no visible feet or limbs, and it was also much bigger than normal, but then again, so was that fat froggit from yesterday.

The crying thing in question looked like a strange, white and almost completely transparent wide figure in an oval shape. Frisk wasn’t sure if it was laying on it’s back or not, but if it was, then judging from this distance, once it was upright the creature would’ve been most likely about Frisk’s size.

Is that a ghost? Frisk thought. Like what the monster guy mentioned yesterday?

Small white looking droplets seemed to roll down the visible side of it like teardrops on a cheek. The droplets completely vaporized once they touched the ground. But suddenly, the incessant crying and teardrops slowed down to a near halt. Frisk learned why in an utterly frightening way.

“Who-who are you?” the translucent figure asked.

Frisk felt her heart pounding and the sweat leaking down her head.

Oh god is this thing talking to me? she thought. I don’t see anyone else here, but… shit, how did it see me?

And then Frisk noticed how. The talking shape now had a strange looking face on the place where it’s side used to be. The face looked extremely minimalist, with only two black circles, and a small line that Frisk assumed was a mouth. She didn’t see the face at first because it was so dark, but once she did it was impossible to ignore. With the full look of the figure now being fully registered, Frisk noticed it looked uncannily identical to those “sheet ghosts” you see in Halloween stores and classic cartoons.

“Who-who are you?” it asked again.

Run, said the thought in Frisk’s head. For god's sake girl, just run. Just ignore it, and get the hell out of here. Don’t you dare feel sorry for whatever this thing is.

But, despite all her most logical senses telling her not to, Frisk began to slowly walk towards this strange, crying figure.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” she asked in the gentles tone she could muster.

What the fuck am I doing? Frisk’s thoughts began again. Why the hell am I not running away like a sensible person? God. I really AM an idiot.

She shone her phone flashlight at the translucent creature and it seemed to shake in fear a bit. The light also seemed to completely pierce through it.

“Hey I’m not gonna hurt you,” Frisk said. “I promise ok?”

The figure now slowly “stood up”. It wasn’t really standing up since it didn’t have feet, but rather, it just hovered above the ground like a holographic disk.

“You… promise?” the figure asked nervously. “I mean… it’s not like you can actually hurt me since I have no body or mass… but umm, it would be nice of you if you didn’t though either way…”

“I promise,” Frisk reassured.

This is a weird figure , she thought. Seems harmless though.

Frisk stopped about an arm's length from it.

“My name’s, um, Frisk,” she said.

“That, uh, sound’s nice,” the floating, translucent figure said. “Kind of wish I had a name like that…”

Frisk felt curious and reached her hand out to touch the strange being. As she suspected, her hand went right through it.

“Can you, umm stop that,” the figure asked anxiously. “It kind of um, feels weird.”

“Oh sorry,” Frisk said and pulled her hand away. “Are you like a... ghost or something?”

“Of a sort yeah,” the figure answered shyly.

“Wait, what do you mean by of sorts?”

“It, uh, I can't really explain it sorry. I’ll, uh, try though since you’ve been so nice. It basically means I’m a ghost, but um, not really?”

“Ok let’s forget about that then if it’s so hard for you,” Frisk began. “So, umm, do you have like a name or something?”

“I have,” the ghost said. “My name… it’s not very good but um… it’s Napstablook.”

“I’m sorry,” Frisk said and chuckled. “Napst-what now?”

The ghost seemed hurt by this.

“Are you…” it began. “Making fun of me?”

“What? Oh, no no no no no! Nothing like that. Your name’s just… strange’s all- NOT like there anything wrong with that, it’s just how it is I guess.”

The ghost looked somewhat confused, with its mouth a bit open.

“Umm,” it began. “Thanks uh, you’re very uh, kind I guess.”

Frisk smiled.

“Uhh, thanks,” she said. “I’ve uh, learned from the best.

They both stared at each other for a few moments, and Frisk was now thinking just how spectacular this moment was. She was speaking to a ghost. An actual ghost. Not only did she see evidence of magic and monsters, but of creatures beyond death as well.

But as she stared at it, she noticed that the silence between them was becoming awkward.

Soooooo, um,” Frisk began after a while. “If you don’t mind me asking but uhh, why were you crying back there?”

The ghost looked at her utter dumbfounded.

“You mean…” it began. “You haven’t seen it.”

“Seen what-”

There came suddenly a loud clanking noise not too far away.

“God,” Frisk said and turned towards it. “That strange sound again.”

Then she turned back to the ghost and saw it utter frightened state.

“I-I’m sorry?” Frisk asked.

“It’s back!” the ghost said in utter panic. “Oh, gods! it’s come back!”

“Wh-who?!” Frisk asked and felt the immense dread crawling up her spine. “Who’s back?”

“I-I don’t know!” the ghost said, practically wailing. “I don’t know what it is! But it’s… it’s bad! Oh, gods, it’s so bad! Awful! Completely and utterly awful! We must get out of here! NOW!”

“What?” exclaimed Frisk. “Hey, WAIT!”

Before Frisk noticed it, the ghost had vanished. It happened so fast that Frisk wasn’t sure if it flew away in immense speed, or if it simply just faded away.

The clanking noise came again, this time much louder as if whatever was causing it was coming closer. Frisk looked at its direction and saw nothing but darkness covering the street. Then it finally dawned on her that she was alone again. The sound came again, much louder, and this time Frisk saw subtle hints of a strange silhouette by a building only a few steps away.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered and began to sprint away.

Almost every single creature she met so far besides the old hermit seemed absolutely terrified by whatever was causing this noise, so Frisk didn’t care one bit about what it looked like this.

She panted as she ran in an aimless direction, still holding her phone. The sound kept coming, and it was always a few meters behind.

Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back…

But Frisk’s frightful curiosity took over one moment, and she glanced back for a second or two. That one glance was more than enough for her, and she turned her head back forward more frightened than ever. It was dark, and it was only a moment so she didn’t see much, but what she did see was a strange, formless figure that seemed to constantly be changing shape and size.

Frisk had never run this much in her entire life, and her body seemed to not be strong enough for it, but she kept running despite that. The streets seemed to curve and bend constantly, so she was constantly changing her position which just made everything more straining for her.

But as she was beginning to think this chase would never end, Frisk noticed that noise from the monstrosity behind her was growing quiet and distant. A ray of hope entered Frisk. She was losing gaining ahead.

Yes, yes, yes , she thought. Just a little more. Just a few more meters and-

Suddenly, there was a massive hole in the ground, and Frisk almost stepped into it.

“GAH FUCK!” she yelled as she trying to readjust her balance.

Frisk had been so busy running she didn’t pay attention to her surroundings, and now she was flailing around while standing at the edge of the pit on one foot.

“Woah, woah, woah. No! Goddammit!”

She accidentally let go of her phone, and it seemed to fall endlessly down the pit until it came to a sudden halt, as it broke and small pieces of light began spreading in every direction of the hole before vanishing.

After a quick effort, Frisk managed to regain her balance.

“Oh fuck!” Frisk muttered. “That was... *pant*... fucking close!”

But her celebrations were short, as the sound of the strange creature came closer.

“Oh no,” she muttered.

Frisk began to frantically look around. There were two large buildings with no clear entrance covering both sides of the hole and the street she was in, and running back the way she came was clearly out of the equation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Frisk said frantically.

She looked at the hole, trying to see if there was a way around it. The hole was extremely wide, so much so that Frisk couldn’t see the other side of the street. It also was clearly not intentionally or carefully put there, as the edges were painfully uneven. It was like a piece of the ground was ripped off.

The sound of the monster came again which shook Frisk and made her turn back and face towards the street in fear. The monster was incredibly close, just beyond the darkness. She was sweating and shaking profusely.

“Oh god, oh god,” she muttered. “I’ll uh… maybe I’ll, no, no…”

Frisk heard something crack beneath her.

“What? OH SHI-”

The floor beneath her broke and she fell. Thankfully, she managed to grab the ledge with one hand. She was now hanging from it with her feet dangling in the empty air. Frisk looked down into the pit and saw nothing but an empty void staring void.

“Oh fuck, Jesus Christ.”

She tried to pull herself up with the singular hand, but she found it impossible. Then she felt something, a sensation that made her not want to get back up anymore in a million year. She felt breathing on the back of her hand. It was the heavy breathing of something big and heavy, and it was right on top of her. The formless monster was there.

Frisk dared not to look up, and she tried not to make a noise. Then she felt her arm tire and her stamina failing, and she realized her time was running out. She felt like her hand would dislocate from her shoulder.

Then she felt something touch her palm. Something, slimy and cold.

And Frisk let go.

She screamed as she fell into the seemingly unending abyss. Flashes of her life invaded her thoughts, as she fell faster and faster until the rush of air seemed to tear apart her flesh.

Then she saw the hard, rocky bottom only a few feet away from her, and the last thing Frisk thought to herself before her body splattered on the cold stones, was that she should have never left the old monster’s home.


Frisk felt herself floating again.

What’s going on , she thought. Am I dead?

In front of her, to her side and back, there was a strange star looking object, that seemed to constantly expand and shrink. There was nothing else in this void. Nothing but herself and the strange star. She felt as if it had always been there, but she also felt like it had just arrived.

Those two contradictory thoughts didn’t matter to her, and she didn’t question how she managed to hold them both in the slightest.

Frisk called out, but there came no noise.

Should I… touch it?

Frisk went closer to the star, and that was where she finally saw her entire form, the one she was occupying in this strange place if wherever she was could be called a place that is. Her form looked like a red heart.

I don’t want to be dead , Frisk thought. I refuse .

Then she, and the heart, touched the yellow star, and the entire void filled up with all her memories, hopes and dreams, and she felt herself pulled into some time or place unknown.

I refuse , she thought.

And then, Frisk woke up.


“What the- what?”

Frisk found herself back at the monsters house, sitting back on the bed she slept in earlier.

“How the… how the hell am I back here?”

She looked around the bedroom frantically, trying to see if this was some sort of strange illusion of sorts. She blinked frantically, but nothing changed.

Frisk felt utter disbelief. She could have sworn that only a moment ago, she was falling down a deep pit and then her body splattered on solid hard ground. She looked down at her body, pulled up her shirt, but saw no bruises or any sign of a long fall.

I didn’t dream all that did I? She thought. Did the large monster find me? Did he put me back here and then heal my wounds? Must be. I couldn’t have dreamt all that. It was too real.

Suddenly, as she was further examining her body, the door to the bedroom suddenly burst open, and the large goat monster was standing in the doorway with intense dread and terror on his face. Frisk couldn’t feel any more glad to see him.

“Uh, hi,” she said to him. “I’m uh-”

But before she could finish her sentence, the monster had rushed towards her and embraced her.

“He-hey knock it off,” Frisk said while almost on the verge of laughing. “I was only gone for like-”

“Dear gods what happened?!” the creature said with a tone of immense urgency. “I heard your yelling! Are you hurt?! Did the-”

“What no I’m fine,” Frisk reassured. “Shouldn’t you know tha-”

“Then did you see someone?!” the creature asked. “Was there someone in this room. Someone who threatened yo-”

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

Frisk was getting utterly confused.

“You- you don’t know?” the creature asked. “Strange, I could have sworn I heard your screaming. Did you dream something?”

“I don’t remember what I dreamt,” Frisk said. “But I don’t know what that got to do with-”

“Then why did you scream?”

“Why did I scream?! What kind of question was that?! Why did you think I was-wait hang on.”

Frisk realized something. A surreal feeling that had an uncanny dash of deja-vu.

“This all has happened before,” she said.

The monster’s expression was replaced by soft confusion.


“This moment,” Frisk began. “The one happening right now. Me sitting in bed and you bursting in here with immense worry. This almost exact scenario happened last time I woke up here. Down to some of the words even I think.”

The creature looked incredibly bewildered now.

“Last time you woke up here?” the creature asked sincerely. “But you just got her yesterday. This is the first time you have woken up here.”

Frisk looked at him, feeling almost as confused as he.

“Wait, how did you find me?” she asked. “After I fell, how did you find me.”

The creature chuckled.

“How else?” he asked. “I found you perusing in the sunflower garden.”

“What?” began Frisk. “Oh, that’s not what I meant. I meant when I fell in the ruins. After I snuck out. How did you recover me because I recall falling like thousands of feet and-”

She stopped as she realized her words weren’t going anywhere.

“You don’t remember do you?” Frisk said. “Finding me in the ruins?”

The creature glanced at her with a look of suspicion.

“You’ve only been here in my home for 8 hours at most,” the creature said. “Most of that time spent sleeping. I’m sure I would have remembered you sneaking out and then going to the ruins.”

The creature face suddenly turned back to a look of worry, as if an uncomfortable suggestion just entered his mind.

“Unless…” he said before falling into deep thoughts.

Frisk sighed.

“Yeah, you’re probably just having another one of your memory losses,” she said, “Y’know I swear that-”

Suddenly, the creatures face gave out a loud screeching noise as it twisted and turned in immense speed and countless directions. It all only happened in a few seconds, but it was still one of the most nightmarish things Frisk had seen.

When it stopped, the creature looked with a terrified and sorry expression at Frisk who was now huddled up to the wall in immense shock.

“What the fuck was that!” she exclaimed.

The creature was shaking and still had the expression as if he accidentally revealed something he shouldn’t have, and was now regretting it immensely.

“I’m… uhh… I…”

The creature quickly stood up and ran out of the room, shutting the door behind. Frisk now sat quietly in her bed, trying her hardest to process what just happened.

“What-what the hell,” she muttered. “What was… this place… everything’s messed up here.”

Frisk glanced at the nightstand and saw something surprising. Her phone lay there, fully intact.

“What? How did it…”

She picked it up and felt no scratches or anything that hinted that it had broken. Could the monster also fix inanimate object as it could with flesh, Frisk wondered.

She put the phone back on the nightstand and lay down into the bed. She listened to her surroundings and heard nothing but eerie quiet, like usual. She thought for a bit, and then Frisk uttered something she thought she would never say in a long time:

“Man, I wish I was home.”

She sighed.

“Ahhh,” said an unfamiliar male voice in the room. “Who doesn’t?”

Frisk hurriedly sat back up.

“Who’s there?” she said.

Frisk picked up her phone from the nightstand and shone its flashlight across the room. But even as she frantically shone her light at every corner, Frisk couldn’t find anything unusual.

Then, she heard something else. Something in this room that sounded like the movements of either leaf… or large pedals.

The flower! Frisk thought.

She shone her phone at the potted plant but saw nothing out of the ordinary. At first.

Then she noticed it’s strange movement. The petals seemed to close and open randomly and independently from one another. Then they suddenly stopped, and Frisk found herself hear soft laughter coming from its direction. Then it began to turn around, slowly as if it was alive and wanted to savour this moment.

“What the-”

Then the laughter stopped and the flower turned and faced her, and immediately, Frisk saw that there was something different about it.

The sunflower then opened up like it was conjured to life and on its pistil, there was something that uncannily resembled a face. Then, the “face” smiled.

“Howdy,” the flower said. “I’m Flowey. Flowey the flower.”