Lost In The Echo (Arc 1: UNDERTALE)

Chapter 4: "The Love of a Mother"

Entry Number 3, Pacifist Timeline Number 1

The Ruins' structure has been tampered with by the anomaly after the previous overload. The core code of our world doesn't appear to have been damaged, but regrettably it has been altered, making certain chambers nonexistent or rearranging existing rooms to the Underground. She appears to know this, but is keeping quiet. I cannot tell if she's worried about the structure of the rest of the Underground or if she's merely keeping quiet to maintain concentration.

I've begun to wonder just how lucky we are to have someone in control who knows the layout of the Underground well, but refuses to kill any monsters... Regardless, she's guided the two humans near to the end of the first section of their venture.

I am curious in awaiting the new entity's next interaction with Toriel... Perhaps things will go much smoother this time around. I can only hope that hideous attitude has diminished a bit after their journey through the Ruins. May luck be with you, Your Highness.

- W. D. Gaster

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The two siblings made their way past all the traps, puzzles, and door locks that had been set in place for any humans that passed through the Ruins. At first, the journey seemed a bit arduous, but at long last, after what felt like hours passing by, they reached that final corridor, marked by a red arrow made from fallen leaves pointing to the northernmost chamber. They took a moment to stop and catch their breath.

"We finally made it..." sighed Magic, wiping beads of sweat from her brow, "I thought we were never gonna get past those colored lever puzzles."

"That was my bad, I didn't think to read the signs before pressing them." Frisk signed with a silent, awkward laugh.

Magic smiled down and ruffled her sibling's tuft of brown hair, "It's okay, Frisk. At least the rooms themselves weren't too difficult to get back to thanks to those ducts connecting them."

Before resuming to follow the arrow through the final corridor, the two humans noticed another doorway leading off to the right. After exchanging curious glances, they decided to take a look. On the way through the hall, they passed by a lone Froggit that looked all too familiar.

"Hang on a second... I know you." Magic inquired, staring at the Froggit intensely, "You look just like the little guy who attacked us before the spike bridge.

The white frog monster croaked anxiously when it recognized the two humans. Frisk figured it must've found its way here through the walls, since there was no other way it could've gotten here without running past the humans or Toriel, and if that had been the case, they would've seen it.

"Ribbit. Ribbit..!"

As the Froggit croaked, another, much softer voice spoke up from nearby.

"... U-Umm.. hey, listen... I'm sorry about before." the voice said, making both humans jump slightly in surprise.

Magic and Frisk stared at Froggit momentarily before realizing where the source of that quiet voice had come from: underneath the little white frog, between its legs, was another face, complete with both eyes and a mouth. As if talking rocks weren't strange enough, now there were frog monsters with two faces.