One (Undertale Fanfic)

A Book Filled with Puns

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It felt like hours to Frisk before she finally calmed down.

She sat up, dazed and lost, the panic attack being over. It reminded her of the over-world. How she felt when her parents would lock her up in "timeout".

She shook her head, removing that thought.

She brushed her hand down her face as she groaned, feeling the petals that were sewn into her skin brush against her palm.

Dust surrounded her. That poor frog. She didn't want it to disappear. She didn't know why it disappeared into a pile of dust either.

She felt tears prick in her eyes as she remembered the creatures expression before it crumpled. But, despite that, she stood up bravely. She needed to find out what was going on here, why it was happening, and how to fix it. She didn't want whatever happened to the frog to happen to anyone else. She was determined that whatever this was, it wouldn't take another victim.

She bravely stood up, and marched towards the bedroom door. She opened the door and...

Dust.

Dust everywhere.

She was frozen.

What...?

Why?

Does this dust mean more creatures were now gone? Why were they gone? What were these flowers on her and on the creature before it vanished? Nothing made any sense.

Frisk felt her heart racing as she looked at what appeared to be a complete genocide that occurred right outside the door she was in. Her feet felt like they moved on their own as she walked through the halls of the house, the floors caked with gray and white dust.

She walked into what appeared to be the living space. It looked as if a tornado had been through there. Books were strewn all across the ground as if whoever was reading them was in a panic to find an answer to something.

Frisk knelt down next to one of the books. It was about a war. But it didn't seem to mention anything about flowers. She looked at the next book. It was about diseases. Still, nothing seemed to mention anything about flowers. She checked every book, but it seemed like she fell to the same fate as the person who was looking through these books before her, there was nothing. 

Frisk stood up, making the executive decision to explore the house she was in. There had to be answers to at least some of her questions somewhere. Everything was happening so fast. It seemed that the moment she found out the legend of monsters once existing was true, they had now all crumpled to the ground from whatever had also infected her. Whatever was in that flower's dust. It had caused all of this from the looks of the frog and her's appearance.

But, she wasn't even sure of that.

She explored, but all she was able to find were cook-books and one diary that made mentions of puns that were funny but also atrocious. They also had a lot to do with skeletons.

This place had an eerie feel to it. It felt like it was once a place that felt so welcoming, so homey, but it was now overcome by the darkness of lost souls.

Frisk gulped, feeling  a shiver run up her back. She wanted some fresh air, her head was spinning with too many questions and not enough answers.

She approached the door that lead outside the house, but, before she could turn the handle, she was startled by large thud. It appeared to be coming from below her.

She jumped, whipping around and away from the door, not knowing there was someone else in the house with her. Now, in front of her was a staircase leading to what Frisk assumed to be the basement of the house. The noise did appear to come from down below.

The child cautiously approached the staircase, listening closely for any other noise.

Nothing.

The child slowly took in a breath, releasing it at an even more lathargic rate.

She took herself down one step.

Frisk was now filled with determination.