Undertale: Fallen Angel

Happily Ever After

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

One day, war broke out between the two races.

After a long battle, the humans were victorious.

They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.

Many years later...

Monsters began to give into despair. Some clung onto a prophecy nearly as ancient as their time under the sun's warm gaze.

A prophecy that depicted an angelic savior offering their dwindling kind salvation.

Others saw it as a warning. An inevitable angel of death that would soon free their souls from the mortal realm.

In the end, it was not one of God's messengers, nor was it a harbinger of destruction, but rather, a small, friendly child who brought them into the light.

But not without the sacrifice of a selfless prince plagued by tragedy and misfortune.

Six years have passed, and now monster kind and humanity have integrated to form one strong society.

And that is where their story ends.

...so why are you here?

***

"Frisk."

"Frisk!"

"FRISK!"

Yet again, the rule of three proves to be more than the superstition of its generational believers. Toriel's third cry breaks through the heavy barrier between consciousness and rest, jolting the human awake with a thumping heart.

Still alert, having just been flung from the peaceful land of dreams into a world that touched their every nerve and occupied their every sense, they tumble out of bed, taking its blue sheets down with them, landing face-first on the brown, wooden floor.

A tired, albeit slightly amused sigh comes from Toriel who stands at the doorway of her child's bedroom. Her very first encounter with what would eventually become the heart of her world had nearly played out in a similar fashion. Back then, Toriel couldn't blame them.

Down in the underground, her floppy ears, long eyelashes, and face humans would recognize as sharing distinct similarities to a Nubian Goat would often warrant kind compliments and frequent admirers. To a foreigner, however, she could only imagine the shock of discovering a living creature who shared no physical resemblance to any kind of life one has seen up to that point. Especially a mere child who had just been attacked by a nasty flower.

Even then, Frisk had still been exceptionally kind and understanding. Way more than anyone has any right to be. Toriel will never forget how she felt that day. It was like meeting an old friend. Back then, she had no idea how life-changing that encounter would be. Not just for her, but the entire world itself.

Finally recovering from their mini heart attack, Frisk manages to raise a weak thumbs-up.

"I'm okay," they groan. Toriel can't tell if it's due to tiredness or pain. The safe bet is both.

"Oh, my child..." she says, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Another late night?"

"...yeah."

Like a zombie emerging from dry Earth, Frisk lifts their head. With such small, narrow eyes, it was usually hard to tell just how tired they were. Though, on a morning like this, Toriel didn't have to wonder.

Sometimes, she finds it hard to believe just how far Frisk has grown, making it to a height of 5'11. Their brown, messy hair with loose bangs had only grown larger in that time. Still, after all these years, their fashion sense remained much the same, wearing a purple-striped blue shirt along with matching blue pants.