I love it when I get inspiration, and then Chaos gets inspiration and edits and adds her own spice to this series. I'm hoping your all still enjoying this series

If life was a video game, Frisk would have likely have had a montage of her journey through the underground.

Undyne had been terrifying, she had aimed to kill.

Yet.. her face, without her mask, had hid a broken child behind the rage of loss.

So many beings were lost, and finding their ways, and unbelievable feats of magic where giving this place unique ecosystems.

Some things were right out of sci fi, an android run by a ghost, and a dinosaur scientist.
Alphys, was.. a dinosaur right?

She was still confused about the meetings with Flowey.

Frisk's feet moved forward, spotting Sans, always just out of her range. Sometimes, he was there to talk, and sometimes, he came with a meal.

Was this what it was like to have a parent?

Frisk hoped so, for she had no idea if she would have family waiting for her above.

She yearned for the sun, just as much as Monsters did, and with her memories gone, she only had that yearning, and the strange dream.

But yes, she also feared what would happen to her if no one was up there, waiting for her?
No mother, no father, no siblings?

What then?

There was also the feeling of something dogging her heels, and she was not talking about Doggo, or the other canine monsters.

It felt like hatred, burning and painful, trying to find a way into her Soul.

In the distance she could see the palace, and Asgore, the king of monsters, would be there.

If she tried to escape back into the human world, he would attack her, for while he would hate to kill her, he would rather prefer that she live below, and donate her Soul upon her death. Papyrus had given her many stories of those that had fallen before, and how they had never left, leaving their Souls to the monsters for their one day escape.

Her small hand touched her chest, could she do the same?

It wouldn't be too hard, she had a feeling that Papyrus and Sans would welcome her into their home.

The hated grew strong and she sped up, wondering just what was chased her through the underground.

The castle was growing closer with every step that she took.

And unknown to her, behind that hate, a wisp of the Void followed them.

Always watching... Always waiting...

For what else could the wisp do but to watch? Reliving memories of their own, and remembering the path that they had taken, while they watched another chose a path to take...