Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 12: Princess Frisk Dreemurr

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

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Eighteen Years and One Month Ago . . . 

Frisk looked around her little self. She dusted herself off. Where had she been? She walked down a small area for a little bit before meeting a nice goat monster. At first, she was a bit scared. She felt like she might be able to take out the monster by her own hands if she had to, but she didn't want to. Especially after it smiled and talked to her so kindly. 

Frisk followed her, and listened to her words of wisdom when she was told to fight a dummy. In the end, the dummy fell over, and nothing else happened. The next encounter was scary, with a  real enemy. Well, a frog thing. But, the nice goat named Toriel helped drive it away with just a glare. 

"Your soul is quite different, child," Toriel said as each of them started to walk. "It's two colors. Not a solid two colors, but a strange mix of the two. Like paint. Can you please explain this?" 

"Nah." For some reason, she seemed to know the monster's language too. She ran to the path ahead and pointed. "It's awful pointy." 

"Yes, child. I will show you how to cross." Toriel led her across it, the spikes going down each time. Soon Toriel tested her on her own, and she found her at the end of a pillar, hiding. Then, she left her. Frisk was supposed to stay for five minutes, but Frisk was never one to wait around. She continued on and discovered yummy candy. She figured out puzzles by reading signs and watching the walkways. She fell a few times too, but for some reason, it never really hurt. She'd just get up and dust herself off again. 

Later on, Toriel met her again and took her home, surprising her with a yummy pie. But, Frisk was tired too. Real tired. Like, real tired. She rubbed her eyes. She usually didn't get that tired. She crawled into bed but heard Toriel come in. Her soul appeared above her again. 

"I still don't understand. This is quite alarming, child. You are human, but you are monster too. A little. Maybe fifteen or twenty percent? It's hard to tell, it's just swirling like paint." Toriel checked over toward her again, but Frisk could barely keep her eyes open. "You are quite tired, aren't you? Well, get some rest. The pie will be here when you wake up." She looked back toward her soul in worry once more before closing the door. 

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"Human?" 

Frisk woke up on the floor. "Huh?" 

"I am so sorry!" Toriel managed to pull her up again. "I tried to wake you and nothing worked, so I yanked you a little too hard. You didn't wake up until you fell out of bed. Are you okay? I had no idea humans slept so hard." 

"Uh." Frisk just rubbed her eyes. "I'm fine." She looked at the pie on the floor. "Is that mine?" 

"Yes, it is," Toriel said. Frisk went straight over to the floor, sat down cross-legged, and started eating it. "Child? How are you feeling?" 

"Fine," Frisk said in between bites. "This is good pie." 

"Oh. Good. Um. About your soul?" Toriel bent down towards her. "Little one? Why does your soul have some monster in it? You are clearly human, the red of it very apparent. But you have grey mixed within." 

Frisk just shrugged. She was just all about the pie right then. She didn't know much about souls or anything.  

"Well, come to the fireplace when you are done," Toriel insisted. 

Frisk finished her pie and then headed over. But, she didn't want to hear just snail facts. "Toriel? I need to go home. My parents are waiting for me. At least, my mom. Please let me go home?" They had to argue it for a little while, until Toriel actually went . . . not so good.