Frisk: God of the World

Before the Storm

Thanks to coincidencless for editing.

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Solitary confinement was painfully boring.

Boaris sat in his cell, which was pretty much all he ever did these days. The cell was barely big enough for his large body. There were no windows, just a concrete floor and concrete walls. His only interactions with other people were the prison workers who brought food to his cell, which Boaris started to wonder if he should bother eating. It was very, very boring.

If the people had their way, Boaris would have been dead already, but his trial was an unusual one, unprecedented. Despite all the pain he had caused, Boaris hadn't actually killed anyone. He had allowed Frisk to reset. All of his crimes had been erased. In this timeline, he had done nothing wrong.

Technically, Boaris shouldn't have been able to go to jail at all, but regardless, there was no way the masses would accept allowing him to roam free after the things he did. Officially, he was convicted for the crime of attempting to absorb a human soul. Even that hadn't actually occurred in this timeline, but the court didn't care. They deemed he was too dangerous to live, so he was sentenced to death for his theoretical crime.

There was only one thing keeping him alive. One of the prosecutors suspected there was more to Boaris's attack. She believed that he hadn't acted on his own, so she had him locked up in this cell. She visited him often, hoping to get a confession out of him, but he never spoke a word. He knew that monsters had to go back Underground. He would never say anything to jeopardize that. He would endure this punishment for as long as it took.

As Boaris continued to sit, he sensed that someone was there. Selena? No, the door hadn't been opened, yet he was certain someone was inside. He lifted his head, and he saw his visitor. It was a monster, a ghostly skeleton. Boaris was disturbed by his appearance alone. His face was deformed, with cracks in his skull. He smiled at him. "Hello, Boaris."

What was going on? Was Boaris finally losing his mind? "Who are you?" he asked. "Why have you come here?"

"Don't you recognize me? It is I..." His voice boomed like some kind of cartoon announcer. "Gaster, the Science Master!"

Boaris shook his head. "Never in my life..."

"Well, it doesn't matter," Gaster said. "Let's get to the point. I am here to enlighten you on Malcom's true nature."

Boaris didn't understand. "Where did you come from? How did you get in here?"

"Irrelevant," Gaster said. "Please, focus on the topic at hand."

Malcom? What did he know about Malcom?

Gaster continued smiling. He seemed to be enjoying himself, excited to share whatever information he had to offer. "The President has played you for a fool, Boaris."

"What are you talking about?" Boaris demanded.

Gaster didn't answer right away. He floated around the room, as if to build suspense. "Boaris the Boar, I am surprised that you of all people would trust that human. Do you truly believe his goal is to imprison the monster race?"

Boaris scratched his head. "Umm, yes? That is the lynchpin of his presidency, after all. He fought hard to keep us imprisoned, and now that we've escaped, he's fighting to put us back Underground, as we must. We'll never be safe until we're back in the safety of the Underground."

Although Boaris didn't know why, Gaster chuckled. "Amazing. Every word you just said cannot possibly be further from the truth."

He dared to mock him? This self-proclaimed doctor who Boaris had never heard of? Boaris wanted to fry him with lightning. "Who are you to make such claims?"