Frisk's Diary

Prologue

Author's note: In this story, most of the narrating will be done through the characters' own perspectives, much like Dipper's and Mabel's Guide To Mystery and Nonstop Fun! or The Kane Chronicles. This makes for more interesting chapters (both for you to read and me to write). In chapters, there will be a brief entry and ending through a third person narrator's perspective, and a line break indicating that the journal entry will start or end there. It probably won't be needed for me to tell you which character is telling which part of a chapter, but if you want clarification, feel free to ask!

Now, without further ado, let the story begin...

...And action!

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They had finally done it. A wish they had had for decades was finally granted.

The monsters were free.

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I look around at the friends I have made. No matter where they have come from, what they look like, or how old or young they are, they had all dreamed of freedom, and now it's finally coming for them.

Still, though, it's kind of dissatisfying in its own way. I let my mind wander for a bit, and I realize exactly why. Asriel is still trapped in a living hell, and I have no idea how to help him. Maybe I should look for him? I should at least talk to him. I should take him with us.

I glance around the room to make sure nobody is looking, then I slip out through the doorway. Where to start looking for him, though? Anywhere there's dirt, I think to myself with a smug grin.

"Flowey?", I call as I'm reaching the New Home. I wait, then I sigh, "You wanna talk about it?", I mutter without looking at what's behind me. I wait for a response, and finally it comes.

"No," he replies wistfully, "You already know everything."

I realize he's completely right. I've already learned about his past, his death, his first months as a flower, his resets, and his everything.

"Hey, Frisk?", I turn around and look at him, "Why do you want to help me?"

I look him in the eye, pause, take a deep breath, and kneel in front of him, "You're worth it."

He immediately looks away and nods with a sullen expression. I then reach into my backpack and pull out a gardening shovel that I smuggled out of the Ruins. Flowey gulps, looking at it. I realize I have nowhere to put him and facepalm, holding one finger up momentarily before heading into Asgore's house.

It's finally time to leave the Underground. The other monsters have decided that a small group would be ideal, as to make it a gradual change of monsters living on the surface. I think that's pretty stupid. Just bring everybody up all at once, give the humans culture shock, and they'll figure it out. Those worthless flesh sacks always do.

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Frisk hugged my flower pot closer to her chest, and I was beginning to wonder why I didn't suck myself into the ground and get the hell away from New Home-which is a terrible name if I do say so myself, but, then again, dad is terrible at names-the moment she came strolling in with the wretched clay pot that now encapsulates my roots in a rather uncomfortable manner.

Maybe I should feel happy-overjoyed, even-since I'll finally get to see the sun after so many resets of my life under the mountain, but, in all honesty, I don't feel happy, I never feel happy, I don't know why everybody else is happy, and the surface is just a sorry reminder of Chara's and my death.

Frisk says I should be more optimistic, but you know what I say? To hell with that idea. It's on the same level of trash as that stupid, smiling comedian. Frisk says she's gonna take away the journal if I don't stop ranting. Shut up, Frisk! I'll stop ranting when I wanna sto-

(My apologies. I thought it would be nice to let Flowey voice his opinions, but it got a little out of hand, as you can see. I will try my best to not let Flowey get this journal of ours again. -Yours truly, Frisk.)

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The monsters decided upon sending Asgore, as he was the king, Toriel, as she was the queen and had experience with tutoring human children, Alphys, as she knew more about humanity than most of them, Undyne, in case they needed to fight, though they would try their best to avoid it, Papyrus, because his excitement made it impossible for anyone to turn him down, Sans, because he insisted on coming to keep Papyrus from doing anything too crazy, and of course, Frisk (who brought Flowey with her), as she vowed to be the ambassador for all monster kind.

Thus they set out on a journey to convince humans that monsters were good and whatnot, while Sans set out on a journey for ketchup, because he likes ketchup.

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I finished the first chapter. I feel accomplished. Now I'm going to go eat something because I haven't eaten much today. Enjoy this, please. Also review. Reviewing is a nice thing to do. Unless you're hating. Also, I don't consider constructive criticism 'hate'. It either helps me to improve or you to understand the story better, or both. So just... Yeah. Yep. You can go now. Nothin' much left to see here. I'm just an eccentric author writing an eccentric author's note. Please continue with your life. Unless this is your life, in which case, continue with your life. I think summer is making me go insane. Salutations! Okay bye.

(Side note, the picture at the top is not owned by me. It belongs to someone else, whom I'm not sure of.)

(Another side note, I never bothered to alter my Author's notes, mainly because I'm too lazy. So up until Chapter 3: The Red-Scarfed Skeletor, they will not make any sense whatsoever. This was originally posted by me on FanFiction under the pen name Delphinus8264.)