Undertale: Resurrected

Chapter Four: A Journey Downhill

The trip down the mountain was long and slow, especially when it came to some of the kids. Despite having lived on the mountain for six months, they hadn't dared venture down the rocky land, so for many this was kind of new. Flare and Vera ended up managing well enough on their own, but with the other four, it was a different story.

         "This is crazy! Why would you ever climb up here-?!" Daya cried, clinging to one of the rocks before ever so slowly sliding down to the next one.

         "Ah! I-I'm stuck!"

         "Come on..!"

         "This is why we never climbed down the mountain in the first place."

         Frisk looked up when he heard these words, the boy currently aiding Via as she tried to feel around the rocks. What made it harder was the fact that Frisk had noticed Via was always squinting, and he recognized that gesture well: She needed glasses. In short, Frisk had lent the taller child his own glasses, and while they did help, it wasn't exactly enough.

         "Okay, uh, this should be the next step- Ah!" The boy cried out as he made a misstep, sliding down the mountain. He instinctively latched onto the nearest solid object; however, that object was Via, who cried out and began clinging to the ledge she'd held onto earlier, trying to steady herself before even attempting to pull up the Latino child.

        "Frisk!" cried Toriel as she hurried over, dropping the few supplies she'd been carrying as she and the others tried to make their way over.

         "Pull him up!" Via grunted, her grip beginning to slip. They were just lucky the others didn't have to be told twice, or rather Toriel didn't have to.

         Quickly, the goat woman reached down and grabbed Frisk's arms, making sure to be gentle yet having a firm grip as she pulled the boy up, thus allowing Via to devote her time hugging the side of the mountain.

         "My child! Are you alright?! And where are your glasses?! You know you can't see as well without them!" The monster then looked over the edge to see if the boy had lost them.

         "M-Miss Toriel..." Gabriel interrupted softly, lightly tugging on Toriel's robe to get her attention. "I-I think Via has them..."

          Turning to Via, Toriel could indeed see the round-rimmed glasses sitting on the child's terrified face. This then prodded the woman to remember what the child had looked like upon arrival to the Underground: She'd carried glasses with her, glasses very similar to Frisk's current ones. Of course. How could this have slipped her mind? The poor child's eyesight was probably worse than Frisk's.

         "Ah, I see. You gave them to Via to help her see, am I right?" questioned Toriel gently, Frisk brushing his clothes off before nodding with a small, "Yeah."

         "Those round things? What do they do anyway?" Daya asked with a frown as Vera tried to reach up and take the glasses off despite Via's protests.

         "They help you see better," Frisk explained, watching as Via finally got an upset Vera to leave the glasses alone. "I can sort of see without them, but I have to squint to see."

         "Ohh- Via squints a lot. We have to get Gabriel to lead her around sometimes," said Daya in an almost condescending manner.