Prologue: "Awaken"

The town was asleep that fateful night. I was asleep, The animals of the town were asleep, everyone was asleep. Well, nearly everyone. Dr. Gaster wasn't asleep.. Nope, he was working late. What was he working on? I'm not certain. I was never told what kind of brilliant formulation he was conjuring up in the murky depths of his lab. Perhaps it was something so unbelievably malevolent, that nobody truly knows what it is. Gaster, from what I'd heard, was always a mysterious figure. From the way he walked, to the way his thin, crooked hands slid across a battered, old chalkboard. Constantly writing equation after equation, hypothesis after hypothesis in hopes of one day discovering a new way to help monster kind prosper. It's stuff like this that keeps me up at night. I can't help but wonder what kind of things happen behind the scenes. The stuff that you can't see..

The stuff you probably shouldn't see...

But that was a long time ago. I've grown since then. Two years, it may not seem like a long time, but it sure as hell feels like it. Two years since my escapade in the depths of Mt. Ebott and the freedom of Monster-kind. People seem happy now, like they've found a new meaning in life. No longer locked up in a perplexing mish-mash of visual oddities, no longer feeling any resentment towards human-kind. I'm now living with Toriel, a self-proclaimed caretaker of mine. But, I just think of her as my mother. The town I live in is a really special place to me. It's where I've lived for a long time, my entire life, even. I've explored every bit of this town, but it feels like there's always something new to discover. A small, quiet town near the coast. Friendly residents, quiet but pretty location.. Not the kind of place you'd expect bad things to happen, but here we are.

"Frisk!" I heard the loud but mellow voice yell in my direction. It was Toriel, holding my phone in her hand.

"You nearly left without it! You're very disorganised, child!" "Y-Yeah, thanks." I responded hesitantly.

Truth is, I really ain't the most remarkable human being. I don't have a job, dropped out of high college, did a bunch of stuff instead of getting my life together. Though, I'm in no way a bad person, at least that's what I think. It's what I've been told every day of my life, like a child looking for approval from their parent. Anyways, I grabbed my phone and continued walking. The rain shot down like a bullet train speeding to it's destination, with people inside trying to shelter themselves from the oncoming shower of droplets. It's one of those days. The days where the weather is dreadful, but it still has a lovely atmosphere that fills you with life.

I arrived at my destination, a bar known as Grillby's. It's quite popular with the locals, and for good reason.

I checked their schedule. 'Comedy act at 12:00 PM'.. I looked at it some more, then I checked the time. Seems like the act wouldn't start for another 2 hours. I took a seat and waited. The bar itself had this cosy atmosphere, almost like a childhood home that someone has come back to for a couple of years. The patrons were all grizzly looking individuals. In the far right corner, there were two golden, intimidating dogs, both wielding a set of keys. Once one of them dropped their keys, the other would rush out of their chair to pick it up. This was a repeating cycle that didn't seem to have an end in sight. The front stools had some more people there, such as a hungover business man. He was clenching his bottle of alcohol fiercely, like he was trying to stop someone from taking it from him. Despite these people seeming less than pleasant, they all gave me a warm welcome. Don't judge a book by it's cover, huh?

I waited for a bartender to show up.

Eventually, one does. A smartly dressed individual holding a shot glass in his hand. I gazed at him some more, and I noticed that his head was set ablaze.

"Hello there. What can I get for you?" He asked.

"Uhhh... I'll have a burger."

"Coming up." He responded as he jogged over to the back to whisk up a quick meal for me.

I had some spare time to think about the day ahead. I was going to meet up with someone to help him with supplies. I don't exactly know who he is and why his supplies are so important, but I'm getting paid for it, and that's good enough for me. The burger eventually came, and it was quite soggy. I bit into it fiercely, immediately regretting it. It felt like I was biting into a kitchen sponge and not a proper burger. Although, something about it kept me from hating it... I was craving more. I stopped myself and began to walk out.

I reached my destination. It was a... shed? The area was rather sketchy. Broken glass littered the floor, like an intense battle had occurred in the area.