Frisk walked through and to the next room. Taking the first steps, Toriel called them once more.
She asked them whether they preferred butterscotch or cinnamon pie. They answered cinnamon. Frisk didn't dislike butterscotch, rather, they just liked cinnamon better.
Though, it had been a while since they even had butterscotch. It wasn't something they had often in their life.
They tolerate it, but again, Frisk preferred cinnamon better.
After the call ended, a few moments later, she called again. She asked if they'd "turn up their nose" if they found butterscotch on their plate, something that made them smile.
After that call ended, finally, they were able to progress through. The room had a puzzle — push a rock onto a button and it'll deactivate the spikes.
But before that, there was sign beside the puzzle. On the sign, it said that three of the four rocks recommend they push them — Frisk tilted their head.
Afterward, they did the puzzle, the wall of spikes dropping down.
Getting into the next rooms, it was more of the same, puzzles, puzzles and more puzzles. With it, came monsters as well.
The monsters attacked the human, however, Frisk only gave them one option: MERCY. They didn't try and harm any of the monsters they encountered, nor had the intent to.
Despite getting harmed, they didn't change.
Once again, they saw the star-shaped object once more in one of the rooms. This time, they felt a sense of familiarity about it, a blurred memory itched their mind.
Frisk raised a hand to their head, their eyes closed. With a sigh, they interacted with the star-shaped object once more.
(Despite all the damage that had been inflicted upon you — still, you never changed.)
(You are filled with determination.)
(HP fully restored.)
Into the next room, there was a white ghost-like being that laid in a bed of red leaves. Frisk raised a brow as they approached the figure.
They could hear the ghost saying the word 'z' repeatedly. They tilted their head — was it pretending to sleep?
As they got closer, they could sense it — the ghost's aura. It was neutral yet... sad. Why was this ghost sad? Frisk tried to reach out. As they did, once again, their SOUL appeared in front of them for a FIGHT.
The ghost raised its body from the ground, the aura around it remained the same. Immediately, Frisk knew that the ghost needed a helping hand.
Its posture was slouched and its expression looked dull, Frisk decided to try and cheer the ghost up.
"heh..." the ghost chuckled. It was a start.
The ghost then began to let out magical tears. As it landed on the floor, it drifted to the side and slid on the roof before falling. It was headed straight for them.
"...!" Frisk sidestepped out of the way.
Glancing back up at the ceiling, there were more headed their way. It was rampant, and eventually, even Frisk couldn't dodge every single one.
One of the tears hit their shoulder — somehow, it surprisingly had impact to it, causing a spike of pain suddenly.
They grit their teeth.
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Undertale: The Second Son (Male Reader Insert)
FanfictionMany years ago, the world itself had changed. Humans and Monsters fought at war with eachother... that was the narrative at least. But a story of that magnitude is of another time. In this time, the Queen of the monster kingdom - Toriel had birthed...
