The Tale of Monster and Man

Chapter 2: Visions of a past long forgotten

Chapter 2: Visions of a past long forgotten.

Emily woke the next day in a cold sweat. Sitting up, she looked around as the room took a second to come into focus. Was she sick? That's unfortunate, but what could've...

Oh. She wasn't sick. She was simply sleep deprived, exhausted, and extremely stressed.

Jumping up out of bed, she stumbled as she grabbed the corner of her desk. Waiting for the room to come into focus, she spotted Sans' diary still out, with no damages. It was safe. Emily breathed a sigh of relief, then clutched her mouth as she nearly threw up. The previous day's memories trickled into her brain, and her disgust at her own people returned. Before anything, though, she needed sustenance. Shuffling towards her fridge, she opened it, receiving a freezing cold blast of air. Pulling out microwaveable chicken nuggets and a lemonade, watered down from too much ice, she sat down by her non-work-related bench and began to eat.

To her parched lips, the lemonade with too much water and not enough sugar was like the sweetest honey, smooth and refreshing. Grabbing a chicken nugget, not even bothering to warm it up, she bit down hard not the cold meat and bread. Straining to rip a bite off the hunk of chicken with one hand, she searched blindly in her desk drawer for a pen. Upon finding it, she placed it on her desk, got up, and began to search the crowded tent for the journal the CAA had given her on day 1. It was to "log your adventures!" But Emily hadn't used it a single time- and definitely wasn't going to use it after her discovery. But now... an easily overlookable, small, innocuous, lockable book? It was the perfect receptacle for her thoughts and emotions. And as her therapist from the seventh grade always said, "To articulate and dissect your emotions and feelings, that is ultimate self-mastery".

Her old therapist still was a money-hungry bitch, but even a broken clock is right twice a day.

Still munching on that chicken nugget she really should've heated up, Emily searched the room. Hopefully she hadn't thrown it away- she could use her computer if she really needed to, but she preferred to use pen and paper. It was much safer, due to the Cipher Emily had developed over her life. Comparable to the enigma code, Emily's cipher was nearly unbreakable. She called it... "Emily's cursive handwriting".

Snorting at her own bad joke, Emily finally found the "Archeologists first journal!" Under her dresser at the corner of the tent. Sliding it out from under the dark, cobweb filled space that was the bottom of her dresser, Emily dusted rock chips and the odd, powdery soil that made up the surrounding lands of Ebott off of the small, 200 page journal. Walking back to her table, she stuck a slightly warmer chicken nugget in her mouth, took a sip of less appealing lemonade, and flipped open the book.

"The beginner adventurer and archeologist that owns this book's name is:"

Emily.

"When did this adventurer discover this book?"

God, this was so corny. March 19th, 2032.

"Now, let your adventures begin!"

Emily turned to the first page, a relatively large page filled with nothing but lines and a little cartoon character smiling and waving at the top of the page. The empty lines left a spot for a name, a date, and a header. She began to write.

March 19th, 2032 A.D.

Felt like doing this for some reason, gotta chronicle my findings. I knew I made a big discovery when I found that 7000 year old sword, but... I never thought I'd find something like this. Apparently, magic is real. This book just fucking moved. A 7000 year old book just shifted languages, not through tech, but the INK on the PAGES MOVED. And there is NO translation error. I didn't even believe it myself.