[Lost Souls sequel]
It's three months after Frisk released the monsters into the human world. Each month Frisk, Chara, Sans, Asriel, and some others would go to a plain by the opening in Mount Ebott, to celebrate another month on the surface. But this time...something feels...off.
(This is the sequel to my story Lost Souls, if you haven't read Lost Souls; I highly recommend reading it before this story. Chara and Frisk are referred to with they/them pronouns. The Flowerfell AU that is used doesn't belong to me, but belongs to the respective creator. Undertale doesn't belong to me, but belongs to Toby Fox. The cover of this story doesn't belong to me, but belongs to the respective artist. I only own the plot. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!)
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.