Frisk: God of the World

Not Dead

After a refreshing shower, some delicious pie, and a good night's sleep, Frisk woke up the next day filled with determination.

"Good morning, my child," Toriel greeted Frisk when she saw him. "School is still out of session, and you are off work. If you do not mind me asking, what are you going to do today?"

"I'm going to... see some friends," Frisk answered.

Toriel looked worried. "Are you sure it is safe for you to go out so soon after..."

"I'll be fine, Mom. After all, I can't let those terrorists take over my life."

"...You are right. You can take care of yourself."

Frisk opened the front door. He looked back at Toriel before leaving. "I WILL come back safe."

"See you later, my child... Be good, alright?"

Frisk smiled. "Of course."

Frisk made a new SAVE point and headed for Mount Ebott. He looked around and saw even more security than before. The number of sentries had been at least tripled. He wondered if they would be able to follow him outside the city. He actually hoped they would. After the day before, he had suddenly become grateful for their presence. They had gone from making Frisk feel uneasy to making Frisk feel safe.

Frisk kept moving and reached Mount Ebott. The once heavily fortified gate surrounding it had been abandoned, and Frisk was able to pass through without a fuss.

Want to take the short way? Chara asked, referring to the hole in the mountain that happened to lead straight to her burial site.

I would rather walk this time, if you don't mind.

Haha, I was just kidding! Take your time! I've already waited a year... many years, really. An extra hour or so won't kill me!

I see what you did there.

Chara giggled inside Frisk's head... She was so adorable...

Frisk traveled through the underground. He felt a sense of nostalgia as he walked through it, and yet, it was all so different. The whole place had become so empty. Frisk reached and walked inside the old MTT Resort. It was eerie seeing such a nice hotel just completely abandoned. Frisk looked at the Royal Memorial Fountain. Fortunately, the water (which used to spray outside the fountain for some incredible reason) was turned off, but Mettaton's statue was still there.

I love Mettaton, Frisk thought. But this is one of the most disrespectful things I've ever seen! That fountain was built in memory of you and Asriel, and he had the nerve to causally slap a statue of himself on it!

I don't really care, Chara replied.

But it's so arrogant and insensitive! I'm gonna have to talk to him about this!

Just keep moving, Frisk.

Oh, alright... You won't be dead much longer anyway.

Frisk left the hotel and moved through Hotland. As he walked, Chara continued to keep him company.

In hindsight, I'm not sure what was so bad about this place, Chara thought. Sure, it was dreary without sunlight, and it was overcrowded. However, it was our home. It was safe from the outside world, away from the humans. Back when I lived here, I wanted to free the monsters so badly, but now I'm starting to wonder if they were better off here all along.

Everything will be fine, Frisk assured her. Not all humans are like Malcom or those terrorists. There are humans that care about monsters. Humans and monsters can live peacefully.