Universe: Swapfell red
MC: Frisk
Genre: (slight) angst
Warnings:
-OOC
-Mostly unedited
-Mention(s) of death
-Mention(s) of injuries
-Mention(s) of violence
-Mention(s) of poison(ing)
-Mild profanity
A/N:
Take how I wrote the ruins and monster fights with a grain of salt, please! This is not an accurate depiction of both at all.
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Frisk tilts their head at the newest fallen child, watching them from the corner of the room. They look very similar to how they looked when they were alive, although the colours aren't quite right and the eyes are different. Rosy cheeks, pale skin, and wide garnet eyes. They're saying some awfully mature words right now as they try to get to their feet.
Frisk grins. How fun.
They don't interfere when the child fights against Temmie. This isn't a world where holding their hand and babying them would be helpful to them. The underground is a vicious place, and they can not be expected to be led through it safely with their instructions. Firsk wasn't. They shouldn't have been so trustful.
(They miss MK.)
The child flees from Temmie successfully after a few minutes. They're a bit scratched up, but their HP doesn't seem to take a major hit. Frisk suspects the only reason they survived is because Temmie wants to see how interesting their adventure will be.
There's no way they're surviving the other monsters after all, not without a lot of determination. Which, they apparently have. Frisk blinks, surprised, when Chara touches the save star.
Okay, this might be more interesting than they expected. They purse their lips, frowning at the child as they continue onwards. They encounter some more monsters but stray further away from the path to Asgore's house. The ruins aren't like how they used to be. Some of the walls are in tatters, some hallways entirely inaccessible anymore due to the frequent fighting between monsters.
Poison is the preferred method for murder when possible, but it's not often the monsters can use it, so they either get into encounters or fight physically, often without regard for the surroundings in this part of the underground.
The monsters outside, the royal guards especially, don't care about this place after all.
... Making a decision, Frisk floats through the wall to a room they know Chara will reach simply due to the fact there's no other path. The hallway of independence.
Or, well, one of them. The ruins are big.
If Chara can survive on their own for the next few minutes as well, then Frisk sees no reason not to help them. That is, if they even have enough determination to let Chara see them.
They're unsure. But... they'll try. They've always been a determined child, after all.
(Chara scowls as they flee from another Froggit. That one opted for a physical fight rather than whatever an encounter even is in this weird magical world, and Chara can firmly say they're not a fan. Their shoulder hurts like a bitch, blood seeping into their sweater.
They scowl deeper and put pressure on their wound, determined to find one of those weird stars that somehow heal them. Physical injuries don't really disappear entirely with them, but they definitely speed up the healing process.
They just hope the wounds don't get infected. They wouldn't know where to get medicine, and they don't really trust those monsters.
Relief hits them when they enter the next room (who made the hallway so long?!?) and they see a star in it, but pause at the child beside it.
The child smiles, a soft thing. It feels empty. Chara eyes them warily.
"Follow me if you want to live."
Their voice is raspy, as if they're unused to speaking. Chara shouldn't have followed them, should have likely pointedly turned the opposite way from where they started floating(!) to, but...
Their feet moved before they could think, hand brushing against the bright star before they chased after the (dead?) child.
They only die once before they hear the scrape of claws against the floor, a deep voice calling out to them.
"Golly! You sure look a bit, uh... scratched up."
No shit. Chara wonders why.)
Frisk stares as Chara walks off with their father. They wonder what path they will take.
A liberator? They doubt that, but perhaps.
It's much more likely they'll fall to the violent nature of this place, but Frisk will watch over their path regardless.
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Next chap: Underswap, Chara
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Fictober 2024
FanfictionA collection of fluff and angst! Fandom: Undertale (UTMV) The prompts are from @fictober-event over on tumblr. Cover art does not belong to me! It will be taken down if the original artist asks me to.
