UnderHero

Chapter 7: Questioning the Strangers

Frisk's p.o.v:
Thirteen is asking us, well, me all these questions about villans, hero's, and quirks. Now, I'm no genius on universes but what she has been telling me. I think quirks are like soul-power. A power you get when your born, and it lives with you for the rest of your life. For me, soul-power is like a kind of magic weapon you get depending on your soul color. My soul is red, so I get a sword and shield. But that's just red. There's also orange, yellow, green, blue, cyan, and purple. Each having their own trait. But I guess this is a conversation for another time. So, I don't really know what to say.
I look over to Chara to see if she has any ideas. As I expected. None. I had no idea what to say. Should I lie to him? I'm not that good at lying. Should I tell him the truth? Would he understand? Would he even believe me? So many thoughts were running in my head, I forgot Thirteen was still in the room with us.
"So. You have yet to answer me. What's your name, quirk, and reason for being here? At the looks of it, your probably around 11. So, what is it that you want?" Thirteen spoke under his space suit. The static voice asked. I had no other choice then to tell the truth.
"My name is Frisk. I have no quirk, but I can summon a sword and shield with my soul, and I can reset, save, and hack the time lines." I don't know why I told him about the last part about resets. I wouldn't even tell that to sans. Even if he asked! But I guess he could force it out of me somehow. I guess I just felt really guilty.
"Frisk! Why would you tell her all this stuff about the timelines?" Chara asked furiously.
"Do you really think she's going to believe you?"
"Chara, his gender is clearly a boy. Also, it's the truth he wants, and it's the truth he's going to get. And, I'm afraid he might hurt sans or Flowey. Then what? I can't reset here anyways. What else can I do? Besides, you know I'm bad at lying." I then just realized what I did. Was speaking to Chara, in front of the person who knows nothing about me, thinks I'm a criminal, and for all I know could be a hero he's been talking about and could arrest me right here right now! Ugh! This is a curse!

Sans p.o.v:
I was taken by this lovely fellow Ectoplasm. He's, an interesting one. He speaks confidently in his words, he also seems like a very serious man in his work. He asked me about my name, quirk, history, making an entrance ect. Fun stuff like that. So I answered 'truthfully'.
"What's your name sir?"
"sans. sans the skeleton."
"And what's you quirk sans?"
"Teleporting, magic bones, making souls blue y'know? But of course doing any of those will make me 'Bone' tired so, you don't need to worry about me making a fit."
"Will you please take this seriously? Anyways, state the reason your here." I could tell he doesn't take jokes. Heh, he kinda reminds me of Papyrus.
"Eh, I don't really know to be honest. I was walking and meeting with the kid the astronaut took and, we fell under a bridge that magically brought us here."
"Do you have any intention to hurt the students or hero's?"
"Heh, what kind of question is that? Of course not! If we do harm someone, it would be on accident. Never on purpose would we hurt someone unless we have a good reason to."
"Do you have any knowledge on the others we should know about?"
"Not really. The flower can be a real pain though. If so not to be trusted I advise. The kid is one strange one. Don't let your guard down around them. The dog, who knows why it's here. It appeared with us randomly when we all fell. Basically it."
"Alright. Anything you want to tell us we should know as a warning?"
"Nothing much. I don't fight very often. I don't like using my powers,er, quirk on things. And, I'm the very chilled to the bone if y'know what I mean." I chuckled to myself. Liking my own pun.
"Sans please. You are on the most highly rated high school for hero's to be, and your joking around? Surely you should be more respective apon us." This Ectoplasm guy, took his job very seriously, and, I can understand. Worrying about kids is one thing. Worrying about kids when your the teacher, and if something goes wrong your the one to blame and to answer for.
"Listen Mr. Ectoplasm. I understand where you coming from. I was once the royal scientist with my own responsibilities to worry about. If something happened, the whole underground would fall to dispair. So I had the responsibility as you. Making sure everyone was safe as it is. And if someone were to destroy everything,"
My eyes turned dark.
"It was my job, to give them, a
Bad Time."