|Storyshift is not my au and I do not own Frisk or Asriel|
All of the Art I love to look at......
And then some....
Just Call me Shen.
Current Residence: topeka, kansas
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Favorite genre of music: Christian
Favorite style of art: All
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Personal Quote: 'The cure for boredom is curiosity, there is no cure for curiosity.' 'I can EXPLAIN it to you, but I can't UNDERSTAND it for you.' 'Let your ART express your HEART'
You think really hard on what name you want for yourself. Has to be different then the fake name you used on the surface as well as your given name. In case there is a way to the surface again you'd rather not be tracked down again, though you have this feeling there is not a way out. You were perfectly fine with that. You had enough of humanity and are perfectly fine recluse away like a hermit down here with a race that is not your own. Perfectly fine. Much safer.
….. But at the same time you feel like there is a pull, something pleading for you to try and help everyone get out if they are trapped down here. Like someone reaching out in hope that you can help everyone. It is slightly unsettling. You were never the type to rush into trouble. Trouble just seemed to find you no matter how fast you ran or tried to get away... Right. Getting sidetracked.
Sighing as you glance back at the the white glimmering light that is nearby that you had touched earlier. Letting your thoughts clear as you stare at it. It looks so pretty, like a calm tranquil star that had somehow formed down here to grant your mind some solace and mercy from the trials and tribulations of this world.
“..... huh... Mercy... sounds like a decent first name... at least..” You muse to yourself as the door opens and you stand smiling sheepishly at Toriel. You hoped that you would have a chance to come up with a full name but it does not matter. At least you had something to have yourself be called and not be called young one or... child? Though you got this feeling she would do it no matter what.
“Hello Young one. I hope I did not keep you to long.” She said with a warm smile. She seriously reminds you to much of your grandmother. Though she looks and sounds to young for that. More of a mom age... you find yourself wondering what it would be like if your mother was like her? You probably would have had a bit of a happier life on the surface... though she may have been forced to leave like your grandmother. You let out a sheepish laugh as you push your thoughts away shaking head.
“N-no... You didn't... I was trying t-to remember my n-name... kind of forgot it a-after the fall.. I couldn't though s-so I decided that Mercy sounded n-nice for a name... if it is okay?” You say with a shy tone of voice as you lie a bit, though your used to lying to people when you have to make a new identity for yourself. You have a swell in your chest of hope that she accepts this. You look up and see her hold her paws... no fur covered hands... over her mouth as her eyes tear before she kneels down to your level and holds you close.
“Of course it is okay. Mercy sounds like a good name for you, at least till you remember your true name. Though if you still wish to go by it after I will not mind. Your free to be whom ever you want to be.” She says warmth that you were not ready for radiates from her as you feel your walls crumble and you slowly hug her back tears stinging in your eyes as you try to not let them fall out. You let out a sound that you decide sounds like a dying cat and a scratching chalkboard when you really wanted to let out a awkward laugh.
Jeez if all monsters were like this you were going to die down here from trying to keep your walls you built up to protect yourself from falling down. You had them up for years on the surface to keep your metaphorical soul from shattering like your mind. Though... if all monsters were this nice would you still need them?
…. You feel really conflicted someone please just come along and kill you now so you will not have to suffer from your feelings trying to break loose from your self made barrier. You pull back from Toriel, surprised that she is allowing you to as you rub your eyes to force yourself not to break down and manage your best smile you can at her.
“T-thank you... So um.... you said that you were going to uh... show me how encounters work and some puzzles? Though I do not really understand what you mean by either it will be good to learn more about either. I am a fast learner and I enjoy puzzles on the surface. Though something tells me monster puzzles and human puzzles are very different from each other.” You state to hopefully change the subject and lighten the deep vibe that formed from the hug and comfort that was very... suffocating... for you at the moment.
“Yes yes of course. First we will have to go to a area that has a bit more space. If you would follow me my child.” She says standing up and walking away from the house. You stand there a moment before sighing trying to recenter yourself before following her. Your feelings from before about her still calling you young one or child were correct. She probably has done it out of habit. It is fine though. If it makes her happy to call you that you would not mind to greatly as long as she calls you by that name you picked sometimes.
You follow her to what looks like a balcony and you feel your eyes widen with awe and wonder. There was a whole city down here. It looks so ancient and mystical, though you pick up on some sense of sadness and despair too it still did not change how timeless the city seemed to be. You find yourself resigned to be empathetic though also confused about the mismatched feelings swelling inside you as you push them back glancing over at Toriel whom was watching you as you took in the cite of the vantage point of the city below.
She was smiling softly with a saddened look in her eyes as she looked over the city. Almost like she was reliving a past memory. You had no idea what the memory was but... you had the urge to try and do something, anything to cheer her up. You look back at the city and try to think of something you could do. You wished you had brought your drawing stuff in your back pack with you but it is back in the room she put you in. That was your go to. It made you feel good about your worthless life, and brightening strangers days with surprise pictures often had you feeling like your doing that was making the world a bit brighter. Like you had a sense of purpose. Filling you with frail hope.
You remember reading somewhere that jokes and puns were always good though to help people feel good. You were not the best joker or punner but it was worth a shot. You bit your lower lip deep in thought as you try and think of something while examining the area. You get nothing from your environment, but you hope there was something like this down here or it will go over her head.
“Hey Toriel. What do you call a laughing motorcycle?” You ask glancing at her. Her expression looks mildly surprised as she looks at you arching her brow a spark coming into her eyes for a moment causing you to have a grin com on your face as you wait for her to ask you the question.
“I don't know. What do you call a laughing motorcycle?” She said clear amusment in her voice. Well wither she gets it or not is fine. You seemed to have distracted her from sad memories and that is all you could have asked for. You may be perpetually sad but you do not like others being sad around you. You feel you grin turn into a shit face eating one that you have not had on your face in a while and unknowingly your eyes had a slight twinkle to them.
“ A Yamahahaha.” You state and no sooner had you done so she burst into a gut rolling laughter. You feel like you accomplished something as you start to laugh with her. When was the last time you laughed? Probably when you were eight. You quickly rack your brain to find a few more jokes or anything pun related. Not wanting to stop laughing for the moment.
“hahaha Why couldn't the bike stand up on it's own?” You say feeling a tear roll down you face. At the moment you could care less. Besides it was not from tense bed emotional tears. It should be fine.
“Tehehe. I-I don't know? What?” She said gasping a bit for air. For a moment you felt bad for her, so you decided you would hold back on telling another joke for now. Probably best you did not get to deep into it. This was not in your norm of doing things but hey if jokes and puns help make her feel good and at the same time had a effect like doing art for you.... well you would not be opposed to improving your skills so you were not a total lost cause at it.
“ It was two tired.” You say bringing your hands up to your mouth as you can't help laughing as deeply as she is right now. Or dear lord she is barely able to stand any longer she is laughing that hard. Makes this all even funnier you can't help it as you snort as you both shamelessly belt out the laughs that are wrecking you both in the best of ways. It takes a while, roughly thirty minutes before you both come down from the laughing high and you feel completely satisfied as she looks at you with a joyous gleam in her red violet eyes.
“Thank you for that Mercy. I am sorry that you had to see me like that... I forgot that coming to this area brought back some.... past memories for me” She said with a softened look on her face. You shrug feeling a little shy but not nearly as closed off as you were moments before. You are unsure if that was a good thing or bad thing. But for once you felt like you were actually safe... a feeling that you relished deeply and did not wish to pass up.
“It is fine... I get that and understand that sometimes that may happen. More so for you then me since I have not lived down here all my life. I am just glad I was able to help you a little bit. Though joking and stuff is not my norm... I usually do art and stuff to try and cheer others up when I can. Unfortunately they are back in the room at ho... at your place. So I went with my gut and tried something out of my normal comfort zone. Have to say I do not regret stepping out of my box.” You say with a halfhearted wink, grateful to catch yourself before you called her place home. It was barely over a day... probably... and you did not wish to jinx yourself in case she did not want you to live in her place and bum off her things. Even though you figured she would not mind. You hated being a burden to people.
“So you brought me here to learn about encounters and what to do in one right?” You say feeling a bit more confident as you push yourself away from the wall with a bright smile. Finding yourself rather curious now as to how these encounters work. You figured they were probably something otherworldly but you would not mind that badly. Not like it could be that bad. Right?
“Yes.. Yes of course. First I need to explain to you about souls. Humans have seemed to become detached from theirs, so much so that they can not do magic usually anymore. Usually.” You blink wide eyed in shock for a moment before waving your hands.
“Whoa whoa hold up. Souls are real? Not some cheesy made up thing? And magic? Sorry for interrupting you but... what?! You meant to tell me it is really real!?” You state your mind buzzing with questions. Both from your inner child that is usually locked away, which is squealing with glee in your head at the moment hoping that you were one as she literally was running around leaping with excitement. And you other half which was your rational logical side that tried to keep you in order and from mental collapse you had dubbed your warden over your sanity, or Woys, was trying to grab a hold of your inner child and tell her to calm down and that this was likely impossible. To which the little imp of your past self smugly points out that you were in a mountain filled with monsters that should not exist by humanity mythology standards, but do and are nice.
…... You chose to ignore the chaos in your mind and return to reality where Toriel had seemed to wait calmly for you to calm yourself down. You let out a awkward chuckle. “S-sorry. Please continue I will try not to interrupt more.” You state glad that nobody can read your mind..... at least you hoped it was not a skill that people could do down here. Toriel just lets out a amused giggle causing you to relax a bit glad you did not offend her.
“It is fine young one. I expected you to possibly not know these things. As I said humanity has gotten out of touch with their souls. Your reaction is completely justified and a natural response for someone of your age.” She stated with a twinkle in her eyes before she continued. “Mages, whom were humans thousand of years ago could do magic. Though the other humans that had... fallen.. before you did not seem to show that they had any magic or have the possibility to learn to use magic I sensed something... different with your soul. It is possible that your family line had a mage or two in it's past and you just happened to inherit the chance to be able to do magic yourself. Which in turn depending on the color of your soul can let you do different things. Which if you wish to learn I will be willing to teach you another day. For the time the reason I am talking to you about souls is with a encounter your soul will leave your body, due to the fact your human. Monster souls do not leave their body since monsters are made of mostly magic, least when it comes to a encounter.”
She pauses letting you, thankfully, process what she had told you. You can hear your inner child squealing in your head again as you can almost hear Woys facepalms themselves. You can not help letting the eager glee your inner child's contagious energy slip onto your external features and light up your eyes. While you were not fond of the idea that your soul leaves your body, you can't help but be excited for the possibility to learn magic. You just hope your soul was not to badly injured due to your past as you look down at your red boots listening to the younger version of yourself sound so happy.
“I-I guess that is okay... it can't be helped that my soul has to exit in a encounter... Though I have to admit it does sound exciting that I might be able to do some magic. I just hope that it is not one that could cause harm... I do not like seeing others sad or in pain...” You state looking up at her your blue eyes gleaming in the light. You see her expression look surprised. She probably expected you to freak out or bolt out of there. You do not blame her. Most normal people would bolt in fear of the unknown.... honestly you are surprised you did not do that either. But your mind seemed to have brought in the two other fractions of your mind which had not happened in a while... probably due to the fact you did not have your meds to help you be more in control of your thoughts. So you figured right now you were borderline crazy. Not in the way that hurts others thankfully. Just the way that has you talk to yourself when your left alone for to long.
“Oh.. well I am glad that you are taking this so well young one. Do you think your ready to be in a encounter right now? There is no shame in waiting until you have processed everything.” She asks you and you shake you head with a grin relaxing. It was touching how she thought of you in that way to be honest wanting to let you have the chance to get used to it all.
“Naw that's okay. Sides now I am curious as to what my soul looks like. My curiosity is greater then my being overwhelmed at the moment.” You state to her honestly, hearing Woys sigh exasperatedly and retreats letting the chaos reign until after the encounter for now. Probably wise Woys. Will have to make it up to you when sleep comes.
“Alright. It will feel weird for a moment but I assure you that I mean you no harm.” She said as the area around the two of you turned black. You feel a weird sensation in your chest and close your eyes for a moment until the sensation is over. You hear Toriel gasp and for a moment it causes you to panic. Was your soul damaged as greatly as your shattered frame of mind. You open your eyes looking in front of you and froze. You could not help but stare. Your blue eyes wide in awe. Sure, your should had faint signs of scars, up close. But not nearly as bad as you imagined... It was white in the middle with a golden glow that seemed to encompass it almost like a blanket. This... was your soul?
It.. seemed to beautiful to really be you. You feel your hands reach out a bit towards it, hesitant unsure what to do before deciding to not try and touch it and let your hands fall back to your sides and look towards Toriel, with a perplexed expression. Which only grows to more confusion as she herself looks to have a look of both awe and... wariness? Was there something wrong with your soul?
“T-Toriel? Is there something w-wrong?” You ask feeling semiconscious now. She shook her head and smiled slightly. It seemed a bit forced which did not boost your feelings about your soul one bit. She seems to have noticed and after a sigh relaxed.
“No Mercy. There is nothing wrong with your soul. Normally.... human souls come in red which is determination, cyan which is patience, orange which is bravery, blue which is integrity, purple which is perseverance, green which is kindness, and yellow which is justice... I have heard that there are other colors but usually it is those seven for humans... I never heard of a bi-colored soul let alone a human possessing a white soul that is almost similar to that of us monsters. If it were not for the golden color around your soul your soul would have been made entirely of love, mercy, and compassion like us monsters, but with the determination that is in every human soul's regardless of their main trait. I believe since your soul is like this it is why I sensed your soul was different than a average humans. But I did not expect this... I am not even sure what your soul type is.” She explains, the best she could. You did feel a little.. reassured? Kind of.
You look back at your soul before taking notice of four floating buttons in front of you. The first one was [FIGHT]... haha yeaaahhh nope. Not about that life. You glance to the other three making note to forever ignore the first one and see a button titled [ACT], one titled [ITEM], and the last one, ironically due to Toriel's description of soul types and the name you chose, [MERCY]. You hear your child you laughing hysterically at it. You forgot that she got tickled pink very easily and you gave a amused snort. Deciding you would likely use these three greatly.
Looking at them a bit longer. You select mercy then press the [MERCY] button with your hand seeing the option's of *spare and *flee. You notice that the *spare option was yellow and you decide to select it looking up at Toriel smiling at her.
“I spare you.” You say feeling warmth in your soul as your soul glowed brightly before receding into your body. Somehow, doing that simple action seemed to fill you like the star did. Like every small action before you knew what your soul looked like. You hold your hands over where your soul went back into your body. Even if Toriel did not know what it was. It was clear to you what it was. What drove you despite everything bad that happened. The feeling you got when you touched the glowing white star. You soul..
“.... Let us head back.. I think I need to process this” You say before walking over to Toriel and slipping your hand into hers like a child would. Most likely due to your child side taking over while you were on autopilot before Woys could take control back. Toriel nods as you both head back to her place.
You close your eyes as you soak in the atmosphere of the underground. The home of monsters. The place where very few humans come. You find yourself wondering about the future; what it could bring if your hunch was correct. You could, possibly, call this place home one day even. You feel your lips tug into a small smile.
“.. heh” you gave a weak laugh not loud enough for anyone to hear. You glance to the white light as you head back into Toriel's house and reach out to touch it.
[The desire to have a place where you finally can heal and feel like you belong.... fills you with hope]
Smiling as you draw in your book you feel a rare peace as you draw, pretending it is what you think the outside looks like. You wonder in your mind if you can convince someone to let you go outside. You never really been outside that you can remember. You hear the door knob jangles and you quickly hide your drawing stuff under a pillow standing up and smoothing out your dress hoping that your hands do not give off the tell tale signs of smudges to say you were drawing.
The door swings open and you furrow your brow when tall goopy person with a white face comes in. He is talking but.. you cant understand what he is saying. “M-mister I am sorry I can't understand what your saying...” You feel your head start to throb as the room fades to gray and you feel yourself changing in age from your six year old self to twenty-six. You hold your head wincing as the figure speaks again.
“ You have to wake up”
Your eyes flash open as you feel you heart beating fast and adrenaline pumping in your system. Taking a breath you let your eyes wander around the dark room as you try to make out where you are. Your not in your apartment, so that means that you were brought here. Inwardly you panic. Did your brother succeed in bringing you home and this the room he brought you to. You sit up quickly and check yourself.
You see you still have everything one except your backpack which is by the bed and your boots which are by ther door. You relax a little letting your barely awake mind defog normally now so you can try to piece together what happened when you notice some pie on a plate on the ground.
“.... why is there pie on the floor?” You contemplate as you stand up and bend down to pick it up. Smells like butterscotch and cinnamon. Your stomach growls causing you to blink and blush slightly. When was the last time you ate? Shrugging you take a the fork by the pie and take a bite. Your eyes widen at the flavor then let out a pleased hum. This is so good. The person who made this had to be a chef of a five star restaurant or something. You pout when the slice disappears to quickly.
“awe man, serves me right for eating it so fast. Should have savored it.” You sigh looking at the door. Holding your head a bit higher. You may as well go out and thank the person whom helped you out and left you some food. And well.. return the dirty plate to be cleaned. With that thought in mind you go over to the door, slipping on your boots, and open the door poking your head out letting your eyes adjust to the light. Looking to your left you you see various plants and furniture. You vaguely make out a mirror at the end of the hall. Curious to what your appearance looks like you decide to go and check so you can fix your hair if it is a bad case of bed head.
You exsamine the plants as you head down to hall towards the mirror. Tilting your head you find yourself wondering if they are real or fake. You chose to lean down and give the flower near the mirror a experimental sniff. Your surprised by the sweet scent it gives off. You can help the smile that grows on your face as you step forward preparing to fix your hair, which as expected looks like you epected it to. After setting the plate down on the floor for a moment you run your fingers through your hair pulling most of it into a ponytail. You take a moment to look over yourself when your smile falters.
".... thats weird... I don't got bags under my eyes like I normally do when ever I wake up.." You mutter to yourself as you lean in closer studying your face and eyes. You didn't just not have bags under your eyes. Curtisy of nightmares of the past and your lucid dreams, unfortunately. Your eyes aslo look clear and bright, and your skin looks healthy and has a warm tone to it. Studying yourself your mind is filled with many questions. But you narrow it down to the fact that in combonation of your fall and passing out is rapid succession had made it so you got a lot more rest then you normally would.
You gain a deeply thinking expression as you remembered that you passed out, why did you pass out again? "...... oh... Oh gosh that's right. After the creepy talking flower I bumped into a huge goat woman... Toriel? I think she called herself..." You mutter as you glance down to the plate on the floor thinking to yourself. She would not have carried you into her home if she wanted to hurt you, let alone give you something as tasty as that pie. It did not have anything bad in it either, if it did you would also be hurt or worse. So with that in mind she probably was a good person. You should not let a person's exterior dictate how you treat someone.
"I should probably say sorry to them for passing out on them then ask about this place and stuff... so I do not have future issues.." You resolve with a smile coming back to your feature bending down to pick up the plate and head down the hall past the three doors, admiring the golden hue the hallway has as you pass from the golden yellow tones into a beigish color. This room looks to be the entryway, to the left the door to the house maybe and the right a stair way.
A basement or cellar? May be worth looking at later. Straight across from you appears to be the living room dining room combo. You see her sitting in a comfy chair reading a book. Ah, now you wonder if you would be disturbing her. Though she could just be reading waiting for you to wake up to? You shuffle in place slightly, debating on what you should do when she looks up and see you and stands up smiling warmly at you.
“Oh your up. I was quite worried about you when you lost consciousness, I hope you do not mind I carried you here. How are you feeling? Any better?” She asks you, giving off a warm and comforting vibe that you vaguely recall similarly to your grandmother before she was forced out of your life when you were younger. You were never sure why though... No. You need to focus on here and now not the past. You and the younger self of you have not been connected in a long time. It would not be healthy for you to bring back past memories. You could rebound again. And you do not want to cause this kind woman a reason to panic. So you smile at her and nod.
“Y-yeah.... I kinda had a really long day or.. night.... Kinda had to run from something..... hazardous to my health and life on the surface and ended up falling down here then came across a bad vibes flower.... Sorry for passing out everything was happening way to face for me to process.” You say with a awkward laugh. “Thanks for helping me.... oh and that pie was wonderful. I never eatten anything so delicious in my life. I usually just eat what ever is available or cheap....” You realize that your rambling and look down at the plate in your hands.
“S-sorry... I don't really talk to p-people much...” You glance up at her and notice she is giving you a saddened expression as she comes forward. She takes the plate and pats your head. You find yourself feeling like a kid, when you were with your grandmother and she would do something like this for you when you had been mistreated by your parents or older brother. Your feel your throat tighten as you try and will your memories back down and blink to try and prevent tears from falling.
“It is okay. You sound like you have lived through a lot for one so young. You do not have to tell me about it if you wish not to. But you do not have to be nervous around me, I will not harm you and I promise once you feel ready to I will help you out by introducing you to everyone in the ruins and teach you how to handle the puzzles and encounters... Monsters have a very different way than humans do when it comes to interactions and I would not wish for you to be hurt on accident or hurt someone else without meaning to. You seem like a sweet young woman and do not wish to harm others, do you not?” She says to you as you stare up at her taking in all she is saying thinking about it.
So... monsters? Is that what her species is? If that is the case maybe that flower was one to? That means that the monster race comes in many forms and colors. Man you feel like crud already what if the flower was not all bad and was blocking the way in to help you and you just up and ditched him... her.... it? The voice sounds like a boy. With a small nod you manage a smile as you look up at her. “That would be nice thank you... I think I would like to learn as soon as possible... I want to find someone later that I came across when I first came here and apologize. I was running off of fear at the time and I may have.... run off and hurt their feelings....”
You watch her expression as she smiled softly and nods. “ Very well. Just let me take care of this plate and go out front. I will meet you there shortly.” You can't help but let your smile grow as you nod. And head out the the door. You notice a glimmering light that gives off a white glow. Curious you reach out and touch it.
[The thought of seeing the flower that you met again to apologize fills you with hope]
You blink as you pull your hand back. That was.. odd? But not unpleasant. In fact it made something within you feel... better? Warm? Or something. Kind of like how you felt before your mind broke making you refer to yourself in your mind at least as you your instead of I I'm and me. Huh... you will dwell on that thought later. Right now you need to wait for Toriel to get done with the dishes or something.
“..... oh gosh I forgot to tell her a name to call me by.” you groan as you face palm, mentally chastising yourself as you sit down near the door to wait and think of what you want to call yourself.
Toriel makes her way down the stairs, heading to the exit to the ruins. It is around the time her mystery friend comes to do knock knock jokes. “I will have to make it quick today and tell him I have something to do today.” Thinking back to a few days prior, when she had asked him to promise her to look after any human that crosses through those doors.
She smile with a sad smile, how sad it is that she had not of met him prior, to set her mind a little at ease. Though knowing how he had set think it may not have done much. At least the six before this young woman would have had a peaceful end with laughter and happiness his watching those poor souls.
She found herself standing in front of the doors and sighed. This human; the seventh human. She is not a child, and she surely would wish to leave after she gets used to the ruins. There is something about her though, despite sounding like she is broken, that is not like the past souls. Aside from being fully grown. Almost like she has the capability to use magic, like the mages of the past but it is locked away.
Perhaps she should help her unlock it, as much as she would rather her not learn anything harmful she could teacher healing magic so she could stand a chance of surviving once she leaves, as is individuals with all humans she tried to save in the past. Yes. That will probably be what would help the most.
It would take a while but it would be worth it and set her mind slightly at ease. Perhaps along the way she could help heal some of the internal wounds that the surface had left on the sweet timid young woman. She puts her thoughts aside when she hears a knock on the door.
She smiles hearing the voice of whom she was waiting for. “who's there?”
“Ya who?” She says her eyes crinkling with mild mirth as she listens to the slightly muffled voice of the monster on the other side of the door.
“Yahoo! I’m just as psyched to see you!” He states as she laughed out loud and he'd laugh with her. “It is good to see you to my friend. How are you doing?” She said after the laughter had passed. There was a pause before a chuckle came from the other side.
“Snow know. Alright I guess. My bro is doing great as always. Not much has changed aside from Dogamy and Dogaressa having a pup. Undyne has given them leave for a bit so that they can prepare for the arival of them in a couple months.” He states before another pause. She smiles softly humming recalling those two when they were just pups themselves. How time sure flys when one does not keep track.
“You doing okay? Tibia honest we usually do not talk about day to day life until after a couple of jokes.” She sighs figuring he would notice. He was very observant despite not being able to see her from his side.
“I am fine my friend. Just thinking about the young woman that fell down recently... she is not really a child like the others but she is not dangerous like one would think of a adult that is fearful of the unknown or monsters. I think she is more afraid of her own kind then us, given how quickly she warmed up to me and asked for me to help her find the first monster she came across to say sorry for running away from them. She probably has a green soul my guess but I could be wrong.” She states as she rests her hand over her chest, where her soul is as it pulses.
She remembers Chara and how they had quickly warmed up to everyone and from what they implied they did not have the greatest life among humans too. Despite being a child when they fell it was still surprising the similarities between the two many generations apart. Of course that does not mean that the other children that fell had any issues with humans. It had been just Chara which means that even though humans could be quite cruel even to their own kind that not everyone was that way.
“..... As much as I would rather not send them through I know that with adults it would be harder to convince them to stay. Given how the other six were quite... set in their desire to leave. So after teaching them enough to help them out I will send them out here. Would you please be here to meet them? It will likely be in about three to four months depending on how fast they learn” She says to him waiting for a answer.
“..... eh sure.... I already said I would keep a eye on any human that comes out here. Though I was planning on being out here anyways and introducing them in... my way.. Hehe. Petty woopie cushions do not work through doors. It is always a hilarious prank.” She could not help a amused giggle. “Oh my how amusing. I am sure that would make her smile. As much as I would like to talk to you some more I must go to her. It is rude to keep a guest waiting for so long.”
His hum comes from the other side” Alright, I fibula I better get going my bro is probably wondering where I am at. Have a good day my friend.” he states causing her to smile before heading back towards the stairs.
Unknowing that she was being listened too once again by the flower. He is sporting a contemplative expression. Confused slightly by what he had heard. He straightened out his petals and laughed. Well it would be a long time before she comes down this way. He could wait. No need to rush the anomoly at all. It is not often Frisk gets replaced. And by golly he was going to make the most of it.