fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk
Asriel opened his eyes. Please, don't be an evil flower. Please, don't be an evil flower. Please, not a freaking flower! He looked down at himself, and he was his usual goat self still. Huh? He looked around himself, and realized he was in some sort of security room. In front of him were infrared screens of the Underground, as well as locators with names along it. "What is this place?"
Was he still skipping around? Did Gaster's thing not work? Well, he wasn't a flower, so he didn't use his soul heart. So? He investigated the data in front of him, waiting to see if he ever skipped.
He didn't. He was home. "I asked for everyone to be safe. How can just throwing me in here keep everyone safe?" Science wasn't his biggest forte, but the screens and the way everything was dumbed down. It looked like he could control it.
There was one part that worked for searching locations of people. He typed in Papyrus, and found him in the lab, but his soul and body were both moving around together. Good, he was freed. He clicked on infrared and could see Papyrus and Alphys both walking around slightly. There was even a hear button on the side menu.
"I like this. It makes me feel smart," Asriel chuckled as he hit hear. On the screen, text started to appear.
Papyrus: Sans! Sans, where are you?
Alphys: I think he is gone, Papyrus. He and Asriel, they both just disappeared.
Papyrus: Saaans! I'm okay now, so please come out? Please?!
"Poor guy." Asriel clicked off of hear. "Okay. They are freed. We stopped traveling in time. So, how does this make everyone happy?" He typed in Sans and found him, at his first post after the ruins. He hit hear.
Sans: *snoring*
Sans was actually sleeping? Save him and he goes to sleep? "How curious." Then again, he said Frisk and Chara too. He said everyone. Curious, he typed in Frisk. She was located in the ruins. "Uh oh." How was that supposed to be safe? He typed in Chara. She couldn't be located.
He moved over toward a middle computer. It had different keys on it. "Please be simple to work too." When he typed in a search name, he got different options. "Oh no."
Forget. Remember. Manipulate.
Not wanting to screw around on Sans, Asriel searched for a simple froggit in the Ruins. He hit Forget and was hit with thousands of options, a search option, an event choice, a day choice, an individual choice. "Individual, huh?" That was interesting.
He went back and hit Remember. Once again, thousands of options, all of them similar to forget.
"Okay, Froggit, sorry but I gotta see just how far people have manipulated this kingdom." Asriel hit manipulate and another huge range of options came up. "Hmm." He picked the search option and typed "Talk to". Afterwards, the choice 'who' popped up. "Sans." After that, another choice popped up. What to say? "Wake up!" There were even more options to add but he clicked ready.
Afterward it listed the steps and the magic that would be used to complete the task. It also had a warning about which kinds of magic were exclusive and not to be used by anyone in the staff without proper access. Yeah, like age magic he bet. He clicked yes for ready and watched it.
Step by step, and hop by hop, he watched the Froggit close up hopping from the ruins. "Oh, wow." The Froggit went through the walls of the ruins like a ghost. He continued to hop and to hop until a dialogue box opened, letting him know the talk was initiated. Then complete showed on the screen.
Such . . . power. And by the warning he saw displayed, by mere workers! Controlled by mere workers. "Heh. Put into this place will make everyone safe? Maybe it will." He glared at the screens in front of him. "Maybe if I burned this entire place to hell, this havoc will stop."
There was probably a reason no one had done that yet, so Asriel treaded lightly. He went into a help topic and found out any mind being controlled when it went 'offline', could be wiped out. "That would be bad. How do I untie the mind?" He moved over toward the next big panel. "Characters? Events? Drafts of Events?" He went in and saw the most horrible things. All because of control.
He had to break control. That had to be what saved the Underground. Visiting help again, he found his answer. In case of emergency, RESET.
His spine tingled when he read that. Reset? He could reset the Underground to a certain date. He picked a couple of days ago, before the mess with Papyrus started, but it wouldn't do it. The system knew the barrier was partway open.
"An enclosed space?" Asriel clicked help again. "Oh." A barrier within a barrier. "I should really just get Sans. He'd know what to do."
But, he started to hear sounds in a room behind him. There's no time!
"Hey, did you hear something?"
Asriel hid underneath the computer table. It was too wide open so he crawled along the floor until he ended up behind a few boxes. His feet were still sticking out.
"Nah, I didn't hear anything. You better reset the whole thing though. Until we figure out the next step, at least most of these monsters won't be a pain anymore."
"We'll get in trouble if we do that. We're supposed to be helping them now."
"Fuck it, paycheck or not, Steve, those assholes can't win. It's bad enough they are out there in huge numbers already playing incognito with people."
"Alright, Ethan, alright."
Asriel heard someone come in and start messing with the computer.
"Where do we reset it at?"
"Just, default."
"We can't do that. The computer warns that there is a human in there. The default would restart minds eighteen years ago. They'll be trying to kill her."
"The fuck should I care?"
"Well. She's human."
"If it's a human down there again, then it's got to be the bitch that started the mess in the first place."
"Oh yeah. Fuck her. Oh wait, Ethan, this could be even better." Asriel heard more buttons being clicked. "Put up a simple barrier behind the castle so their stupid minds don't register shit. Analyzing new monsters . . . not many, didn't think so. Too damn far up the mountain."
"Come on, man. Our asses should not be here, Steve."
"I know, I know, but watch this shit." Only a few more buttons were clicked. "There! I disabled soul fighting. No one can even look into her soul Underground. They have to cut her down the old fashion way. Plus, without seeing the twin fucking souls, this bitch is as good as killed. Monsters will do our dirty work. Fuck! If Cross were still here, I'd be getting a raise for coming up with that. Alright, let's go, Ethan."
"Boy, your pretty brilliant . . . at fucking up, shitwad. Hello? The manipulation only works on monsters. She doesn't have any monster in her anymore. She'll eventually convince someone to believe her."
"Oh yeah. Okay, uh. Forget memory then. Uh, selective. Underground. Anything Underground related. There, that should work."
"Dude, she wrapped her entire life in the Underground. That'll give her near amnesia. Ah well, she'll be dead soon anyway."
"Yeah, let's go."
"Man, did your ass log out?"
"Aw crap. Every genius has a flaw. There."
When they left, Asriel scrambled to the controls. Okay, I have to warn Sans. He tried to pull up Sans, but he could no longer access anything without a password. "No. Frisk!"
How was this supposed to be safer? How?! Now Frisk would be hunted for sure! Asriel ran as fast as his goat legs could go, trying to reach the old opening hole.
When he reached where the hole was supposed to be though, he shivered. No hole. Would it circle round again? Would it circle around in time to save Frisk?
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"Why do I feel like . . . like . . ." Frisk started to move from a bed. It wasn't her bed. Feeling a little freaked out, Frisk stood up and moved around, opening the door. Had she been kidnapped? She was somewhere dark and cold. Nothing like her home. Which was . . . I don't remember what my house looks like, but this is definitely not it. I remember . . . She felt exposed. Not everything was coming to her head. My name is Frisk Magnolia Cross. I work. I'm a vet. I'm . . . why couldn't she seem to remember more? Like where she'd been at?
She headed away from the little area she was in, going down some stairs into a long hallway. She opened a pair of huge, purple doors and stepped out. "Oh no, it's snow." Heavy snow. It had been quite warm inside, but there was no warmth out there. She continued forward, seeing her breath as she breathed. She tried to cuddle up tight.
She passed a large stick too big for anyone to mess with. But then, it snapped. The huge thing snapped. Something's behind me. She looked behind her. She started to walk faster and then felt her whole body freeze.
"You better watch out," she called behind her. "Cause I know . . . vet techniques!"
"Vet techniques? I vet you do," the voice said. "Come on, friend. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand."
Frisk found herself turn against her will and she felt her hand being drawn to a skeleton looking hand. And then she heard a farting noise and a laugh.
"You're a human, aren't you?" He said. "That's hilarious. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton. I'm supposed to be human hunting right now, but-"
"You're kind of familiar," Frisk said, not being able to help herself. He seemed real familiar. She saw him in her mind, driving her car. A skeleton driving a car? Why would she picture him driving a car?
"Kind of familiar?" He walked around her slowly, examining her. "I've seen humans before, but not one like you. Not for some time either." He stopped right back in front of her again.
"Have you ever driven a car?"
He started to laugh. "Carn't say that I have."
Frisk chuckled slightly. Well, at least he wasn't out to get her. "Where am I?"
"Oversurface? No, that's the opposite." He kept walking around her. "Opposites attract though. Silly human, what are you doing down here?"
"Oversurface?" He was making a joke. Opposite joke. "Over is Under."
"No, Under is over," Sans corrected. "Over your head. You're in the Underground, which means your life is over."
"What's Underground?"
He just shook his head, but seemed to switch to a more serious mode. "My brother Papyrus is coming. Unlike me, he is a human hunting fanatic. Why don't you try hiding behind that convenient lamp over there?"
Oh. Choices. He seemed okay. She had no idea where she'd been. She had to trust someone. "Alright." She trotted to the lamp and heard him literally pun his brother to death. After he left, he called her back out, and asked her if she'd let her brother see him.
"I don't know," Frisk answered back. "I just need to find my way home."
"Aw, come on. Pretend he's a pooch," Sans joked. "You do know your vet techniques. Heh. You vetter get going, or you'll have to hear more of my horrible jokes."
Oh, he remembered she'd said that. She rubbed her head slightly and shoved a piece of hair behind an ear. "Yuh huh. I better get going." As she started to leave though, she ran into another monster. It approached her and she started to run in the opposite direction, past Sans.
"What the hey?" That didn't make any sense. If a monster wanted to fight, the soul should have popped up in battle freezing both opponents in position. "Huh. This is getting kind of interesting." He took a shortcut back to the ruin doors where he saw her running to. "So, why aren't you fighting?"
"What? I'm a vet, I don't fight." She watched as the monster from before started running straight at her. She moved just in time for it to get it's horns stuck in the door.
Wow. That was destroying the knock-knock door. Curious, he tried to pull her into an encounter, but couldn't. She didn't even sense him trying to do anything. That's impossible. Everyone fought with their souls. That was what everyone did. He watched her run quickly the other way.
He took a shortcut to Papyrus. "Hey, Papyrus," he said, trotting over to him. "You ever hear of a soul not fighting?"
"What?" Papyrus was rechecking a puzzle. "I can't get it right. It's starting to freeze. I redesigned my face."
"That bored, huh?" Sans joked.
"No! No, the creative process stated that I must listen," Papyrus finished.
"Well, got something better. Come follow me." Sans walked along and took a shortcut, not too far from the human.
Frisk stayed still as she spotted Sans and his brother just a ways away. Sans didn't seem like he was a problem, but she didn't know his brother at all. Except that . . . she could sort of picture him sitting in a bench. What's wrong with me? A skeleton driving? A skeleton sitting in a booth? Is my head fried? She went through her mind, remembering old surgical techniques, making sure she was alright.
Sans' brother, Papyrus, came by and clicked at her. She didn't understand anything, but she followed the path and solved some simple puzzles. As she worked out the simple puzzles, she noticed Sans popping along the way. He seemed curious about her. She worked on the puzzles, and was nice about the strange spaghetti, but when it was time to fight Papyrus, he clicked loudly at her from the fog. He clicked more, with a funny expression.
He moved closer towards her while she moved back.
Papyrus came even closer as she kept moving back. He kept clicking at her more.
Then, he shrugged, took several steps and grabbed her, lifting her up.
Oh, not the carrying thing! She wiggled her legs in the air.
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From a shed . . .
Frisk looked ahead. The way to get out was easy, so she tried to get out again. She needed to get out of that strange place. But, Papyrus was right there, and just walked forward, calmly grabbed her again and took her back. "Can't we talk about this?" She asked. "I just want to get home? I've got pets I need to take care of."
He couldn't understand her. She couldn't understand him. Each time he put her in though, he was adding more 'conveniences' for her. But, Frisk couldn't stay down there forever. Sure, Amanda would eventually come over and figure out something was wrong, but her job and her pets were going to be in trouble if she didn't find a way out.
She tried again and again, just getting more clicks in return. She was getting desperate. She would even try flirting with him if she could at this point, but she couldn't. He didn't understand her. Still.
Someone did.
"This is just getting more hilarious," Sans said from the corner. "I had no idea I still knew human. Boy, if things were tough on you before, you're in a dier situation now."
"How can you understand me but your brother doesn't?" Frisk asked. "How many times is he going to keep putting me in the shed? Why does he keep putting me in the shed?"
"Oh. 'Cause every monster here wants your soul?" Sans questioned. "I'm just too lazy to care."
That. That was just great. Oh fudge. "What would make you care?"
"Ooh." Sans moved closer to her. "That sounds like a winner of an idea. What would make Sans the Skeleton care?" He rubbed his mandible. "What would make a lazy sentry guy want to take on every monster, including King Asgore, to help the hopeless human make it back home. What would it take?" Sans circled her. "To take on every monster, including a close to invincible king. I wonder. Hmm. Maybe . . . oh, let's see. Maybe . . ." He stopped. "Sorry, human. Sure, it sucks. Kind of used to things sucking anyhow. But, you're dead. There's no way you'll make it that far. You've got no way to fight. You don't speak monster. You've got no power. And everybody despises you."
"Despises me?" Frisk asked. "Why would they despise me?"
"You're human. The race that trapped all of us down here. Forever. With no chance of ever seeing the sunlight again," Sans said. His eyes went completely dark for a second. "Be happy I didn't kill you. The only reason you're still alive is . . ." He stared at her, deep into her, like he was trying to find something. "You're interesting. Plus, you're prettier to look at than snow. Extra bonus."
Okay. Oh great. "Is there any way you could translate for me then?"
"For what? You don't have money."
"I could. When I get to the surface."
"Doubt they use the same thing, human."
"My name isn't human. It's Frisk," Frisk said. "Frisk Cross."
"Well, Criss Cross, better think harder."
"Not Criss Cross, Frisk Cross."
He just chuckled. "Not to me."
"Okay." Frisk sighed. "What would a Skeleton like you want?"
"Heh." He moved closer. "What would a human like you want a skeleton to do to you? Cause I can I think of a skele-ton of ideas."
Well. That was that. It was clear what he was aiming for. Frisk passed him, not bothering with him anymore. She wouldn't sacrifice her integrity for a translator. Maybe she could gesture that she comes in peace to Papyrus? She went into the fog again, hearing him click away at her. "Peace? Please? I just want to make it back to the surface. I have pets I need to take care of." She put her arms out like a dog and wagged her tongue, panting it. "Pets? Get it?"
She could hear Sans over in a corner laughing. She tried to ignore him. "Peace? I come in peace?" She held up her two middle fingers in a sign of peace. She took her hands and drew the outline of a heart. "I come in peace and love? Please let me pass?" He just clicked at her more.
He picked her up and put her back in the shed. Over and over and over.
And over. Until . . . he moved. He clicked something at her, but he moved.
Finally. She walked past and soon came to an area without snow. And Sans was there.
"Did you finally annoy him too much?" Sans asked as she walked right past him. "Where ya going? You keep going, someone is going to kill you."
"According to you," Frisk said briskly, "everyone already wants to kill me. Standing still won't save my life. I just need to stay determined and keep going."
"No one understands you. No one can get in a fair fight with you," Sans reminded her. "You're asking for trouble. Do you want to go out for a burger?"
Did? Did he just honestly tell her she was going to get killed, and then just ask her out? "Why?"
"Seems a shame to miss the opportunity," Sans said.
This. Guy. Then again, she had no idea when she would eat again. "How big is the Underground?"
"Gonna take days for someone like you to pass it," Sans said. "So, a burger after all then? Might be your last meal for awhile."
"If I agree to that, then what?" Frisk asked. "It sounds to me like you are trying to get somewhere with me."
"What, me? Of course not, in my heart, I despise humans," Sans said. "It's just other parts that don't know better."
"You are incredibly offensive."
"Thanks."
"Do other monsters really like that?" Frisk asked him. "I like you when you're joking. I bet a lot of others do too. But then when you start acting like that, you lose any chance you'd have with them." He didn't seem to respond at first, so she started to walk away.
Then, he trotted right in front of her. "Hang on, you like me?"
"Of course," Frisk said. "You're the only one who can understand me. You aren't out to kill or capture me, and whether your jokes hit home or not, they're . . . kind of relaxing to hear in this environment." Honestly, she had felt better when he was around, whether he was joking or not. She couldn't really explain it that well. "I better get going."
"Grillby burger as friends," Sans said, stopping her. "Just friends, promise."
"Do . . . do you really promise?" Frisk asked again.
What am I doing? This wasn't part of his job. This shouldn't be something he should do. And even though she couldn't fight or even understand another monster, she still had the determination to keep going.
He would have cowarded out. Stayed in Snowdin. Get to know monsters. They were weaker to kindness than humans. If she had done that, she'd be okay, but she was concerned about her pets and her life, and she wasn't giving up.
And . . . and he was loving that about her, while hating it. He hated it because he loved it. He'd just met this human, and already she was getting beneath his bones. She was honest. His dirty jokes were just jokes, but the way she responded to them, not knowing him half as well as anyone else? Integrity.
Not to mention, she wasn't bad on the eyes. Beat the fish out, hands down. Even if she was a weak and pathetic human, a race that entrapped them there forever? She was pretty. Devil in a red dress pretty. Beautiful and determined, he wished he could look into her soul. Hot damn, she was something the Underground hadn't seen in a long time.
. . . and she would eventually die. And he couldn't stop that. Even if he did translate for her, and even if she did figure out how to make it through, her soul had to be taken for freedom. Then again, no one can get her soul to appear. So, maybe?
Maybe . . . she could survive to the end after all. If her soul couldn't be taken, she'd just be useless. "I'll do it."
"Do what?" Frisk asked as she walked behind him. "Where are we going?"
"Just follow me, I know a shortcut." When Sans arrived inside of Grillby's, he greeted everyone with his usual humor, keeping his dirty humor at bay. Once their burgers came out, he answered her again. "I'll do it."
"Do what?" Frisk asked, the burg jammed in her mouth. In fact, she looked like she was stuffing it in there pretty fast. "Sorry, I'm hungry. Not really for this, but beggars can't be choosers. Thanks for the grub."
"Translating," Sans answered as he ordered another one for her and then froze time. Not for long, just a few minutes. "I'll help translate. The worst thing that could happen is you die after all."
"You'll really help?" Frisk asked him again, picking up her second burger. "Thank you. I don't quite know how to repay you."
"Got nothin' to do much except watch stuff anyway," Sans said. "Although I am bailing out on you a bit on my boss. Your best bet with her is to stay hidden. Just creep through as slow as you can. After that, I'll try and help out again."
"However you can help will be fine with me."
"Not always going to be there though," Sans warned her. "Don't depend too much on me. Don't need others hearing I'm helping a human. Don't feel like dying today."
"Thank you, Sans."
"Don't thank me. Probably still going to die." Then again. No soul to get to.
Damn interesting day.
Damn interesting woman.
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End of Chapter
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Multiverses: When a multiverse is revealed, I will share info about it below. Until then, only the key letter remains. Some are important, and a couple only show up a bit.
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fun level 66 Missing Frisk: This dimension is missing Frisk and missing Asriel. Gaster is alive and well, and works with Sans and Papyrus. It contains a machine that increases the strength of a soul heart.
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