UnderStory

The Last Place to Look

 "It's almost time...." A voice sounded in the back of Jane's mind as the TV featured a robot named Mettaton and Frisk, the human child. 

 "Things are blowing up!" Said the robot on TV as he danced gracefully and hurled several activated bombs at Frisk.  "Lights, camera, action!" 

  Frisk, who's determined as usual, dodged the attacks and posed dramatically in front of the camera as the live audience roared and cheered. 

  Jane, Luke and Matt were sitting on the couch at home, watching the whole broadcast on TV. Jane got up and head towards the door. "I'm going to Grillby's...." 

  Matt got up too. "You....want me to keep you company?" 

  Jane just shook her head. "Nope. I'll be fine on my own....watch Luke for me, will ya?" 

 "GO FRISK! WE BELIEVE IN YOU!!!" The tall skeleton cheered as the Frisk on TV posed before the camera again. 

 "Alright then.....take care, okay? I don't want'cha coming home drunk and all...." 

  She chuckled. "Don't worry....I'm just grabbing lunch." 

 "Jane.....I'm serious. I'm worried about you.....ever since Frisk left the house, you've been acting.......not yourself." 

  There was a short pause. "I'm just worried about the kid that's all.....see y'all later." She grabbed her hoodie and stepped out into the cold, freezing weather. 

  Even though she's a skeleton, she somehow managed to feel cold under the weather. Jane shivered and hastily put on the hoodie. She walked towards the direction where the Grillby's restaurant was still in business.....it was full of costumers as always. But she was going there.....no, she passed by it and strolled to the cloaked figure standing on a small boat just by the riverbank. 

 "Tra-la-la....where does the depressed skeleton wants to puddle? Is she ever in a hustle?" 

 "Way to stir my emotions, riverman....riverwoman....? Eh, it doesn't matter. Take me to Hotland." She replied as she stepped into the wobbly wooden boat. 

  The riverperson nodded. "Then off we go....tra-la...." 

  As the boat-person paddled, he....or she started to sing a short rhyme. 

"Tra-la-la......violence was never the answer, 

 for the wit will whither, 

and soul shall shatter. 

But kindness and mercy shall be your best guide, 

for pride, to stride, and to hide."  

  Jane smiled for the rhyme calmed her down a little.  "My emotions stir like water, but whenever the tides are calm, my compassion shall glitter." She tried to make an impression of the riverperson. 

  And to her surprise, she finally made him or her laughed. "Tra-la-la....what a good impression you've made! My weariness shall fade, and so as all the sadness, gloominess, and tiredness." 

 "You get tired?" Jane's pupils widened. 

 "Of the ever same locations I travel, yes. but never of paddling with the flow." 

  As they reached the jetty, Jane got off the boat and thanked the riverperson. 

 "If I were to wave goodbye, it would require a scythe, for death is near and so shall fear." 

  She crooked a non-existent eyebrow, confused. "What do you mean?" 

 "Tra-la-la.....the tides are high and all shall sigh, for the fallen human meets their doom, and it shall befall soon." The boat paddled itself away with the cloaked figure in it. 

  Jane nodded as though she understand the brief message.  "Frisk...." She started running towards a place, a place where monsters most feared to go, a place where no one has ever been before.....

 "The True Lab......the last place to look."