𝙉𝙮𝙭𝙚𝙧𝙖 ✧

The Arrival of Monsters

The day had finally come.
Today marked the birth of a new Natlan—one where humans and monsters would walk side by side, forging a new future together.

“Frisk! Wake up! They’re almost here!” Kachina’s voice cut through the morning stillness, accompanied by excited knocking on the door.

This time, Frisk was ready.
They shot upright, a burst of excitement surging through them.
No hesitation.

They flew through the door, the cool air of the early dawn brushing against their skin as they rushed outside.

The sky above the Children of Echoes’ tribe was painted in soft hues of pale gold and lavender, the sun not quite risen yet.

Everywhere, people were awake, bustling with anticipation.

Colorful banners, garlands of flowers, and hand-carved statues lined the cavern walls and streets, a vibrant welcome for their soon-to-be guests.

Standing at the entrance to the tribe was Mavuika, the Pyro Archon herself.

She radiated a calm authority, her presence commanding but gentle.
As Frisk arrived, she greeted them with a warm smile, her fiery hair flickering softly.

“It’s time,” Mavuika said, her voice steady and serene.
“They will arrive at this tribe first.”

Kachina practically bounced with excitement, throwing her arms around Frisk in a sudden hug.
“Can you believe it?! They’re really coming!” she squealed.

Frisk could feel their heart pounding in their chest, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation swirling within them.

This was it.

A hush fell over the tribe as the Pyro Archon stepped to the side, her silent departure the signal that the monsters had arrived.

Thump. Thump.

Frisk could feel their heartbeat quicken. They strained their eyes toward the entrance, watching as shapes emerged from the misty morning light.

Then, they saw them. The monsters.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the first of the monsters entered the tribe’s cavern.

Excited voices filled the air as the villagers of the Children of Echoes welcomed their new friends with open arms.

“Welcome, Monsters!”
someone shouted from the front, their voice full of joy.

“This is the First Tribe of Natlan—the Children of Echoes!”
another called out proudly.

“WELCOME!” the entire tribe shouted in unison, their voices echoing off the cavern walls like thunder.

The monsters halted for a moment, clearly stunned by the overwhelming warmth of the welcome.

Some blinked in surprise, others smiled in quiet appreciation, and a few even chuckled at the enthusiastic display.

At the front of the monster group stood Asgore, the proud and gentle king of the Underground.

His imposing figure—tall, with broad shoulders and a crown atop his head—was softened by his kind eyes.

He stepped forward, placing a hand over his chest in a gesture of gratitude.
“On behalf of all of us, thank you. Thank you for welcoming us to your home.”
he said, his voice deep and sincere.

The Pyro Archon nodded, her fiery gaze sweeping over the gathered crowd.
“You are free to explore and meet the people of this tribe,” she announced.

“Take the next two hours to greet your hosts. Afterward, we will all travel to the stadium together, where the grand celebration awaits.”

With that, the monsters began to mingle, their initial hesitation melting away as they wandered deeper into the tribe’s territory.

They marveled at the colorful decorations, the intricate carvings, and the warm hospitality that greeted them at every turn.

“Come on, Frisk! Let’s go meet everyone!” Kachina grabbed Frisk’s hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Before Frisk could respond, she was already dragging them through the crowd, eager to explore.

The village was alive with energy. Everywhere Frisk looked, humans and monsters were talking, laughing, and sharing stories.

- A monster with a glowing eye was chatting with a group of curious children, showing off magic tricks that made them gasp in delight.

- Nearby, a woman from the tribe was teaching a small monster how to play a traditional Natlan drum, the steady rhythm soon blending into the festive atmosphere.

- Garlands of flowers were placed around the necks of the monster visitors, who accepted them with wide smiles.

As Frisk and Kachina weaved through the bustling crowd, they spotted familiar faces.

Mualani and Kinich stood off to the side, surrounded by a group of curious monsters. Mualani waved excitedly when she saw them, motioning them over to join.

“Isn’t this amazing?”
she exclaimed as they approached.
“I can’t believe how quickly everyone’s bonding!”

Kinich gave a small smile, nodding in agreement.
“This is what we fought for.”
he murmured, his voice quiet but content.

Frisk felt their heart swell with emotion.

This was exactly what they had hoped for. Not just peace, but unity—people coming together, not as strangers, but as friends.

As Frisk and Kachina continued their stroll, they found themselves standing near the edge of the village, where the decorations gave way to a stunning view of the surrounding landscape.

The early morning light bathed the world in a soft glow, and in the distance, they could see the stadium of the Sacred Flame, waiting to host the next chapter of this incredible day.

Kachina squeezed Frisk’s hand, her smile radiant. “It’s really happening,”
she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.
“We did it. Natlan is whole again.”

Frisk nodded, feeling a quiet sense of pride settle in their chest.

This was more than just the end of a war—it was the beginning of something truly beautiful.

The next two hours flew by in a blur of laughter, conversation, and shared excitement.

Humans and monsters explored every corner of the tribe, learning from each other, exchanging gifts, and forging friendships.

At one point, a group of monsters even joined in a traditional Natlan dance, their clumsy but enthusiastic movements drawing cheers and applause from the crowd.

Time seemed to slip away, and before they knew it, the Pyro Archon appeared once more, signaling that it was time to travel to the stadium.

The monsters gathered eagerly, their excitement palpable.

Frisk stood at the edge of the crowd, their heart full of hope and determination.

This was just the beginning.

There were still challenges ahead, but for now, they could bask in the joy of this moment—a moment they had fought so hard to achieve.

Kachina gave them a playful nudge.
“Come on, Frisk. Let’s lead the way.”

Frisk smiled, their red soul glowing faintly within them.

For Natlan, for peace, and for a brighter future.

And with that, they joined the procession, leading their new friends toward the stadium, where the celebration of a lifetime awaited them.