ermergersh guiz. I just got a review asking if this was dead. It has been exactly 70 days since I had last updated, not too bad, right? Sure I lost some of the original chapters because it has been more than 3 months since the start of the story... but at least I didn't lose everything! Between watching Anime (Fullmetal Alchemist + Brother, expect a Fanfiction of the too soon if you watch it), Pokémon Go, and the fact my little brother and sister don't know how to have fun without another person, of course a two week "until the end of school" thing turned into a 2 month es-cape-eh! (Dory, anyone? Still haven't seen it, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhAND ONTO THE STORY v

Geez where even was I? (More AN to throw you off)

An odd churning sound was present, and that was just about it. Frisk paused to look at how plain this room was. There was only a black bridge that lead only forward, and simple, seemingly unmoving water. It was almost too unsuspecting to be unsuspecting. Maybe Chara had made the room so quiet and plain, though.

Where was she? Why would she leave him like this? He wasn't strong enough yet to get through this scary world.

He moved forward on the bridge, seeing it was the only way. It was long. Since the scenery was unchanging, it was as if he wasn't moving. He couldn't see the end of the bridge. After an eternity of uneventful walking, he found himself on a path lined with purple rock again. The churning sound never went away. It only got louder as he neared an area where water fell from above. It was a room in the middle of the endless cavern of the underground.

Out of nowhere, he is approached by some kind of Siren, but she was too shy to move away from the corner.

A Shyren.

She seemed to be easy pray for him. He delivers a punch to her voicebox. She tries to use her singing powers to either charm or harm him, he can't tell. But because of him getting the first attack in, her voice is raspy and the attack is useless. With one more fatal punch, he feels himself getting stronger.

Maybe he didn't need Chara.

That own thought almost shocked him. He had not one evil bone in his body. He needed Chara to give him the strength to get more strength and survive this monster world alive.

The room he was in had two options. There was another room up North, and another room forward. Curious as to what the North room held, he checked the North room first. There was an old piano. He walked up to it and touched his fingers to one of the keys. The note he played seemed to strike a chord somewhere deep within him. He touched another key, and his fingers then moved on they're own. He closed his eyes and listened to the tune he was playing.

Some Mozart Concerto.

He opened his eyes as his fingers stopped playing, but then closed them as he felt something spark deep within his soul.

"Woah! How'd you do that?" He remembered someone saying.

"It's not that hard. So what if I have tiny fingers?" The voice sounded like his.

"Do you remember what song you just played?" The person who asked this was older and dressed nicer.

"Some Mozart Concerto?" His voice replied shakily.

"Maybe one day your memory will improve," The mature voice said. "It's not your fault you can't cre-"

The noise of several piano keys playing at once in a disharmonic chord awake him from his memory. He had almost fallen asleep and banged his head on the Piano.

Memory.

He couldn't remember the last time he had one of those.

Undyne was was crushed under a rock. She was the farthest thing away from being a threat towards Frisk.

Yet she still had an uneasy feeling. She hadn't been out of the Ruins since she was last alive, so she didn't know perfectly what Undyne was capable of, but still, something didn't sit right about her being taken out that easily.

She suddenly felt a small influx of power. It was pleasant to know Frisk was still helping her even though she wasn't there. He wanted to be strong too.

"...And incredible power would be needed to take the soul of a living monster..." Frisk read off of a sign. He had since left the piano room and was reading the signs to see what story they told.

"And now it never will.." was the end of the the next sign. Were all boss monsters... dead? Why couldn't he, a human, find another boss monster and absorb it's soul?

He wanted power that incredible. And all he needed to do now was kill a boss monster. He'd prove that sign wrong. He continued forward with newfound determination.

The next room had a statue that was being rained on. Maybe the artist placed it in this one spot to symbolize some kind of sadness. The rain was really the statues tears. The structure at it's feet was dryHe felt the structure had something to say about protecting people from harm or sadness.

Maybe he could protect them from sadness, too.

In the next room was a bin of umbrellas. He had an idea. He took one out and brought it back to the other room. He placed the umbrella on the statue, and an almost sad but cheerful and inspiring song began to play. It was simple notes coming from the music box the statue was protecting.

The statue protected hope. It protected... Memory.

He could have stood there forever, listening to the calming, simple, repetitive song. It put him in a trance.

He felt his fingers begin to move, like he was playing a piano.

Memory...

He rushed back to the room with the piano to play his newfound favorite song. The song played through his head even when the only sound was the sound of falling churning water. He gets to the piano and begins to play.

After the song was played once, a strange door opens in the wall.

Curious, he slowly peeks his head in. There is some sort of strange orb, and there is a sign above it. He can't quite read it, but it said something about a legendary artifact.

He tried to take it when he found something odd in his pocket. There was a dog? He was carrying too many dogs to fit the artifact in. He sighed and left the room. He didn't want the dog to stay with him, but he didn't want it doing something to the artifact, either.

This time when he opened his pockets, there was no dog...

Strange.

He went back into the room.

The dog was there again.

The Annoying dog wouldn't stop disappearing and reappearing!

Finally he gave up and placed the dog down in the room.

...Just as he suspected, the dog touched the artifact.

And absorbed it...

The artifact was gone.

He went back to the statue room and continued moving forward.

The sound of rain was getting stronger by the step, and then the rain hit the umbrella he grabbed for himself. The room had several puddles. Was it almost raining here? Surly underground caves can't have weather...

He splashed around in the puddles and saw the monster kid trying to stay out of the rain.

"Yo, you got an umbrella?" she asked. "Awesome! Let's go!" She walked over and took a spot beneath the umbrella. It was probably the lack of arms that made her want to come under his umbrella. She couldn't hold her own. Monster Kid walked a respectable distance behind, so he didn't mind her company.

"Man, Undyne is sooooo cool," she said out of the blue. He was tired of this Undyne talk. Now he did mind the company. "She beats up bad guys and never loses."

He wanted to see how long that lasted...

"If I was a human, I would wet the bed every night... Knowing she was gonna beat me up!" She burst into laughter. He managed a chuckle as well.

"Me too," he commented, wanting her to stop talking and let them continue on. He kept walking then, down more paths with tons of rain. The monster kid stopped to look at a flower, but he kept going.

"So, one time," she started to say. He stopped to listen, for an unknown reason. "We had a school project where we had to take care of a flower. The King- we had to call him "Mr. Dreemurr"- volunteered to donate his own flowers."

The king of the monsters really seemed like a nice guy. He went to schools and gave flowers and wanted to be treated as a normal teacher while doing it.

No... it couldn't be...

Was the king a boss monster?

Has he ever seen a boss monster before? Maybe he could ask the monster kid.

"...maybe she would beat up all the teachers!" He heard monster kid exclaim. He'd stop listening to her again.

The next time they stopped it was his turn to speak.

"Have you ever heard of a boss monster?" he asked.

"Oh yeah! They taught us something like that in school!" she explained. "The entire royal family are boss monsters. Even the passed Prince and the runaway Queen," she said.

"Passed Prince? Runaway Queen?" he wondered aloud.

"Mhm," she nodded. "I get it, I almost didn't pay attention to that part in school either." She paused, then realized she didn't answer the boy's question. "The Prince, Asriel, was killed by humans when he went to the surface to try and fufil the Princess's final dying wish."

"Princess? Wasn't she also a boss monster?"

"No, she was a human that the Dreemurr family found and raised as their own. When she died, no one in the entire kingdom grieved as hard as Asriel. He absorbed her soul and passed the barrier to get to the surface. She wanted to be buried in the golden flowers by her village. But the humans..." She paused, almost unable to say what happened next.

"They were scared of the monster, weren't they?" Frisk finished for her. Of course the humans were scared of the monster. All human mythology is about taming and conquering the feared beasts. They have horns and spikes and power greater than the humans. What isn't to fear?

"The Queen was so struck with grief she ran into hiding somewhere," she continued. "The King lost everyone he loved in one night."

The shadows seemed to dance as there was the slight sound of the dirt of the floor moving. Frisk looked into the monster kid's eyes.

His indifferent expression dipped and turned slightly sympathetic. "Too bad.."

"It is too bad. It was bad enough losing the heirs to the throne, but with Queen Toriel gone..."

A spark ignited in his soul at the name.

"Q-queen... Toriel?" he stuttered.

"What about her? Do you remembering learning this in school now, too?"

He ran off without her. She tried to follow but he was too fast. He ran right past the beautiful view of the castle.

He had killed a boss monster already. Out of pure Determination. He had royally screwed up the entire royal family of the underground.

Or at least he will... when he kills the king.

He hoped over a ledge after he put back his umbrella. It was really steep, but it wasn't too hard to jump and climb the rest of the way up. He was pretty tall, anyway. Well, for a 12 year old, that is. He got to the top just as she caught up to him. He continued to run.

She hated the rain. She should've grabbed an umbrella or a leaf or a flower or something. He hair was matted to her head even more messily than normal.

"Princess?" she heard Frisk's voice say.

Princess? What was he talking about?

"No, she was a human the Dreemurr family found and raised on their own," said the voice of a female monster.

Her. They were talking about her.

Frisk shouldn't stick his head where it doesn't belong.

She slipped past them silently, and almost gagged when she saw how they were looking at each other.

Not a minute later, she moved out of the way as Frisk jumped over a ledge.

Maybe he asked the wrong questions about the queen, too.

As much as I would like to edit this, because after reading chapter 16...

and even the update (right instead of write!)

*Sigh*

One day these will all be edited though! I just don't want to make you guys wait any longer than you have to!

R&R (It could mean rate and review... or it could mean an overused way to close out of my chapters. Nobody knows.)