Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 1: Leave the He-She-It Thing Alone

For Reader Convenience (since I write so many stories) I also have these Undertale stories on Wattpad. Conduit Tale. Under Infusion Tale. I still have three others that need to be transferred over. One Fic Under Prison Tale is too intense for Wattpad or ff.net so it is only found on Ao3.

This is a big story with multiple threads of plot and yes it is multi-verse. (The multiverse does not come for a long time so I will just set the fun level in the beginning of each chapter.) The notes at the bottom only have the first letter until their time is ready. All multiverses are accounted for except one special one at the end.

Reckoning Tale

Fun Level 74: Original MC Sans and Frisk

Frisk's Home . . .

"Just be nice."

"She's got a wreath on her door."

"This is Frisk's house, don't act up too soon. Just be nice." Jeanine knocked on their daughter's front door. She could imagine what she would see inside. She could almost guess now. When her daughter had been eight, she had been kidnapped for a whole month until she was returned in a coma. When they asked her about it, she kept claiming she'd been Underground with Monsters, unable to get home until she broke a barrier.

Her daughter was healthy and happy, but mentally and physically? No matter how many years passed by, or how many therapists they had used, no one could convince her otherwise. Especially since the years went by, she never grew. She matured normally, went through puberty like everyone else, but just stayed the same height. She claimed it was probably the magic. But . . . "Hi, Frisk. Lovely house."

"Mom." Frisk ushered them in. "Come on in. Hi, dad. It's been at least a year now, hasn't it?"

"Yeah." Her father cleared her throat. "Quite festive. Like, uh, Christmas."

Jeanine shouldered her husband and looked back at Frisk. "Christmas in July is a thing." Okay, something positive. "I love the white carpet, it's beautiful."

"Thanks." Frisk invited them to sit down on the couch. "So, how are things?"

"Same as always," Jeanine said, looking toward the kitchen. Knowing Frisk's mind, it probably had waterfalls running through it somehow. "It's really good to see you. Don't make it out this far. Live . . . rather close to Mount Ebott. A little isolated."

"I got a job. I got a house. I even have a wonderful boyfriend. I am fine." Frisk crossed her legs. "I think I'm doing great for 26. A lot of people don't get their act together until their 30, so, yeah." She shrugged. "I like it here."

"Yes. But, you're just so . . ."

"Small," her husband interrupted. "You're small. You're the size of an eight-year-old. You shouldn't be managing all this by yourself. Your brother Abe's already agreed he could come live with you. Help you out."

"You know." Frisk sighed. "I am quite capable of living by myself." She got up stiffly. "Can I get you something to drink, mom?"

"Coffee would be great." When she left, Jeanine shoved him harder. "Don't push so hard! How are we going to convince her to change her life if you keep pushing?"

Visit. Parents. It was all just a polite ACT. Frisk pulled out her stool and climbed up on it to climb to her counter to open up the cupboard. Coffee. She looked around the cupboard. If she had any, it would be up high where she never goes. It was just a polite thing to have on hand for the few visitors that visited her. "I don't have any, mom. How about some water?"