Chapter 2: Something Small in A Hooded Cloth

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Author's Note: The clicking noise that Frisk hears is the same sound the monsters made when they 'talked' in the game.

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fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Frisk's Home . . .

Frisk typed up her report, but looked back as she heard a sound. Up in the mountains, strange sounds were always heard, but that sounded almost . . . like leaves. She knew that sound, once upon a time. She moved toward her kitchen. "Hello?" She turned on the light and looked around. "Is anyone there?"

"Frisk."

Frisk looked around, but couldn't pinpoint where the sound of her name came from. It couldn't be . . . "Um." There wasn't any dirt anywhere, but her window had been jostled open. "Who is there?"

"Frisk."

She heard it again. "Okay. Is that . . ." Impossible. Right? She'd been there a whole year already and not found one ripple of news. Could it really be? "Flowey?"

"Hi, Frisk!" Flowey made her scream in surprise by suddenly dangling below her kitchen light.

"Flowey!" Frisk touched her chest. Her heart had beat so hard it was aching. She never visually saw most of the monsters, but she knew their sounds. And Flowey in particular always had a unique sound. "Flowey. You're okay?" Then, maybe it was true. "The monsters did make it out?"

"No, silly, I just found a tiny hole." Flowey cackled. "I just snuck out of it. So. Have you missed the Underground?"

The way he spoke. "I've been trying to find the monsters," Frisk admitted. "I've been looking ever since I was eight."

"Little kid inside of you still wants to help your friends. Awww . . ." Flowey dangled back and forth. "Good. We need an ambassador."

"But . . ." Didn't Flowey not have a soul now? Oh, memory fades. "Why do you care?"

"Because I want to make it out too? Oh, I guess I am out," Flowey laughed. "I forgot! Nevermind then, I don't need you at all."

Ooh. Wrong words. "No, wait! I want to help?"

"Hm. Well. Maybe? Maybe you can help. But, things have changed," Flowey warned her.

"I haven't been down since I was eight," Frisk admitted. "I'm sure nothing's the same at all."

"Well, for one. You." Flowey started to make strange clicks to her. He didn't speak, just clicked at her. Almost like sounds from an old video game console before real voices were added.

"What are you doing?" Frisk asked.

"Ha, I knew it! Ooh, that's going to make things difficult." Flowey moved downward to be more in front of her face. "You don't have Chara with you. You know what that means, Silly human? You can't speak monster. I was speaking monster." He clicked again. "That's monster. I speak human because I knew Chara. Toriel the caretaker and King Asgore can speak it too. But, how many monsters also speak it?"

Oh. "Chara." Frisk remembered her. "I haven't heard her in my head since I went through the barrier. She found peace I think." She smiled. "It's what I believe. But, the monster language."

"She knew it. She translated it for you. You never even opened your mouth to breath a word," Flowey reminded her. "Even monsters just sort of knew what you were saying."

Frisk remembered that. It was the same with seeing. She saw the path ahead so well in her head, but didn't really remember what others looked like. The magic down below was too heavy to do the simplest of things, like see and talk. "Okay." That would make things tough. "Why can't the monsters leave?"

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