In Relation To Frankenstein's Monster

Chapter One

"There was none among the myriads of men who existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my enemies? No: from that moment I declared everlasting war against the species, and, more than all, against him who had formed me, and sent me forth to this insupportable misery."-Frankenstein's Monster

Long ago, two races ruled over Earth. Humans, and Monsters.

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One day, war broke out between the two races.

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After a long battle, Humans were victorious.

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They sealed the Monsters underground with a magic spell.

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Many years later...

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Legends say those who climb the mountain never return.

Boiling lava bubbled and popped under Hotland walkways as the rest of the Underground was silent.

This was not the regular silence of the Underground. The silence of which was brought on while only the few sparse monsters they had begun with started to repopulate their relatively new dwelling. Not the silence of a lack of fauna and flora of which only the truly old monsters from one hundred and thirty years ago could miss. No. This was a true silence. The silence which only came from some uncanny occurrence that preludes some kind of dreadful happenstance, that most would only ever know of from their nightmares.

Unfortunately, from the varied splatterings of dust around, some had already experienced what the uncanny occurrence had brought upon the land.

The human couldn't help but grin darkly as they made their way into a large hall. Hands loosely tucked into their pockets as their hair messily adorned their shoulders. Ribbon long lost, and since left in the Ruins.

The hall was quite beautiful, they absentmindedly thought to themselves. Left hand now out of their pocket and spinning around a knife they had just 'happened' to come across.

That was a lie. They had it far before they'd Fallen Down the entryway to Mt Ebott. They'd clutched it through long nights and listened to its siren's song beckoning for them to feel its edge.

Though, of course, they'd never been allowed a true knife. Plastic was all they were allowed to handle since that day they'd been caught.

Or at least, it was that way in the human world.

Their dark grin grew wider, and a silhouetted figure made itself known from behind a pillar.

They froze. Face never falling once as they drew out that toy knife once more.

They were face to face with a monster. It's dark visage looming over their petite frame as the being drew itself up to full length. Haunted eyes casting themselves back upon the human.

This was Asgore. King of the Underground, and the last person they would have to get past to go back home again.

Not that they really wanted to go back home, however, but it was always better to have a goal. Something they could focus on with all of their being.

Something that they were Determined enough to fight for, and really, they'd never found something of the sort. A goal.

"Thirteen... thirteen monsters." Asgore spoke. The trident in his hand clenched so tight that it was practically shaking in his grasp as he finally settled pained eyes almost directly into their Soul.