Undertale: Fallen Angel

Restless Grudge

Roof-jumping looked a lot easier in Alphys' anime.

Frisk inhales as deeply as they can to alleviate the rising heat in their lungs. Then, before they can get cold feet, or what others would define as common sense, they break into a sprint across the retailer's green-tiled rooftop.

They build as much momentum as they can while the distance between them and the upcoming gap narrows. Once that time comes, Frisk pushes themselves up and allows their existing motion to carry their body across empty air.

The human's hands seize the railings of a fire escape belonging to a multi-storied residential building. Channeling every last bit of upper-body strength through their slim arms, Frisk hoists themselves up, slides over the railing, and lands hard on the twisting staircase.

This latest success in not becoming street paste makes seven for the total amount of buildings conquered. One benefit of Mirstone's size is the tightness of its infrastructure. Because of it, Frisk's venture into the insane world of parkour was made considerably less risky.

To think some people do this as a hobby...

If Frisk finds a way to make it back home, not under any circumstances is Toriel to be made aware of this stunt. Should she be, they'll likely be filling out algebra workbooks until the day Earth is enveloped by its sun, with no possibility for parole.

After they take some time to regain their bearings, Frisk starts ascending the fire escape while simultaneously bracing for the next jump. Only nine or so buildings are left leading to the dense forest encircling the city. Although, to the fatigued human, nine may as well be nine hundred. All the more reason to get a move on.

Now that they're closer and have had time to ponder the strange 'popping' coming from the distance, Frisk is sure of what they're hearing. Gunshots. And they haven't ceased. The only good takeaway is the monsters are undoubtedly putting up a fight. But every second that passes is another potential casualty.

A nauseating sense of vertigo strikes Frisk as they reach the peak of their ascension and now stand on the roof of the residential complex. Heights have never been a problem for the adventurous youth; part of the reason why the climb up Mount Ebott didn't seem as daring as many townfolks made it out to be. Still, the thought of failing this next jump is enough to coat the human's forehead in a layer of sweat.

"Back up!"

The voice came from somewhere below, hardly registered by Frisk's ears over the passing wind. Curious, they rush over to the roof's edge and lean over to get a view of the street.

Two fully-kitted soldiers, not unlike the one Frisk met earlier, tower over-

A monster? Here?

Not just any monster, but one they recognize. A white, humanoid dog fully dressed in grey royal armor. Both his sword and large shield embedded with the Deltarune symbol lie on the ground, likely having been disarmed from their wielder.

Lesser Dog was always a good boy, and for a long time, remained one of very few monsters Frisk didn't grow tired of throughout their countless resets. By catering to the animal's intense craving to be petted, they were always rewarded with the humorous spectacle of watching his neck reach awe-inspiring heights.

That very dog, who did nothing to anyone, lies at the mercy of two armed men; both of which carrying two automatic weapons.

"I repeat, what are your orders, sir-?" Frisk hears the soldier on the right say.

After a transmitted response made unintelligible by a combination of its radio static and the human's current height, the soldier responds with a simple: