BeyTale- A BeyBlade and Undertale Crossover

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*you look around you and realize this is the wrong pov for the story and the author is trolling you.*

(Bleep)

Frisk blinked the tiredness out of her eyes, and looked around her. A large ruins setup with a bey stadium sat in the middle. Her bey, Final Fallen (terrible name, but Frisk had been four when she came up with it), was in an irreparable state. Sighing, she stood, when a loud, friendly voice filled her ears.

"Hello! What's your name?" Frisk turned to see a girl with reddish peppery hair, straight as can be just like hers with sparkling brown eyes that reminded Frisk of chocolate, and a green t-shirt with a yellow stripe that was slightly cut off so Frisk could see her toned stomach. She was almost identical to Frisk otherwise in looks- barring her pale skin compared to Frisk's chocolate-y brown.

"Ummm... wow," was all Frisk could say. "You're... dead." The girl looked like she was about to say, 'That's a strange name,' but then realized that probably wasn't what Frisk meant. She blushed and looked away, clearly embarrassed by the fact.

"Y..yeah, I'm dead," she murmured. "But, err, I could explain a few things like why you're here?" She suggested, and Frisk nodded her subtle agreement. "I'm... umm..." the girl paused for a second.

She didn't remember her name, Frisk realized. "Chara?" She suggested, and the girl's face lit up like the sun. With a wide smile, she told Frisk, "That's exactly right! I don't know how, but it's right!"

With that, the girl named Chara took a deep breath and began her story.

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*Long ago, two races ruled over earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS.

*They created devices known as Bey Blades, and began battling using the spinning metal tops.

*One day, the humans got jealous of the monsters and challenged them to a tournament. The losers would quit blading forever.

*The monsters agreed, but they were outnumbered and eventually lost.

*The humans offered them another option, and they accepted: they would be locked underground with a magic spell, because those worked back then, and if seven humans gave them their beys, they could leave.

*The monsters were sealed under Mt. Ebott, and are there to this day.

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Frisk stood in shocked silence. That had entirely been omitted from Blading History. She looked at Chara and smiled. "I think I'm going to need a new bey."

Chara nodded back. "What if I, like, poses it? I have a bey somewhere here, but if I know my parents, they probably lost it or something, and so I can't exactly tell you how to use it because my bey was pretty unique."

"Let's hope it's 'or something', because if you inhabit a bey I make I'm not giving you away," Frisk muttered, looking at the shattered red bey base. She supposed the top was relatively undamaged, but Final Fallen (still cursing her Four-Year old self) was no longer able to be used.

"Let's hope one of these guys has a 3-D printer," Frisk mused. She reached out for Chara's hand then remembered she was dead. Sighing, she decided to leave the bed of buttercups and what was presumably Chara's grave behind.

It was time to go beyond and break her limits.