Multiverse Saga/Taken!Altertale/Chapter 2

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Location: AlT-113

Time: 66 hours after emergence

"You hungry, Frisk?" Asgore asked as he stepped from the kitchen, carrying a tray of scones.

"You bet I am!" Frisk said, hurrying over to the couch in the center-back of the living room.

"Careful, they're still hot." Asgore said, placing the tray on a nearby stand. "I'll hurry back with the tea." he returned to the kitchen.

Watching from the balcony above, Toriel glared at the young Human, Frisk, as she grabbed a scone from the tray and began stuffing one end in her mouth.

A black, two-dimensional box hovered beside Frisk's head, though evidently only visible to Toriel. She quickly browsed through the white characters that decorated the box, paying special attention to the second line.

"LV 1", the line read.

*How long are you gonna wait this time!?* Toriel thought as she watched Frisk finish the scone and greedily snatch a second from the tray.

Asgore stepped from the kitchen again, carrying a steaming teapot.

"Careful, Frisk," he said, placing the teapot on the tray. "you'll choke if you keep going at that speed."

Asgore poured some tea into a cup and offered it to Frisk, who took it, a bit more politely than the greedy quickness of her snatching scones.

Asgore looked behind him and spotted Toriel watching them from the balcony.

"Hey Tori, you hungry?" Asgore asked. "Scones are ready."

Toriel broke her gaze from Frisk and looked at her brother.

"Yeah, I'm hungry." she said, walking down the nearby stairs. "So hungry, in fact, I could eat a Human."

Frisk gave her a dirty look as she passed.

"Hey, chill kid, I'm only *kidding* around, after all." She winked at her, snatching a scone from the tray as she passed.

"Thanks, Gori." Toriel said. She then shot another glance at Frisk, who caught her eyes, making her look away. "I'll be outside if you need me."

"Oh, uh, okay."

Toriel stepped out into the cold air of Snowdin Town. The streets were mostly barren, save the boxes that could be found stacked outside nearly every home. Looking around the town, Toriel saw Grillby wiping down his front window, perhaps for the last time.

"Toriel, are you okay?" a voice asked from the house.

Looking to the speaker, Toriel saw Frisk standing just outside the door. She looked away, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, perfectly fine." she lied.

Frisk didn't take it. She stepped closer.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Toriel remained turned away, silent.

Frisk took a deep breath.

"You want to know when I'll RESET again..."

Toriel turned to face her. Frisk simply gave her casual, disarming smile; a smile that only affected her mouth.

"Yeah. Yeah, I would like to know when. That way I don't get too attached to the surface again. Too attached to Sans again..." Toriel went quiet, her eyes facing the ground.

"It's a good question to ask." Frisk taunted. "The answer: I dunno. When I get bored, I guess. You know how many times I've done this?"

Toriel remained silent, still staring at the ground.

"Hundreds of times." Frisk continued. "I've heard you all gawk at the sun so many times before, I could recite every word they say to you."

"So Gaster's self-taught lesson means nothing to you?" Toriel asked.

"Why would it?" Frisk asked. "Gaster is so soft. At least Flowey made sense."

"Then how long before you start killing us all from your boredom?" Toriel asked.

Frisk looked back at her, and smiled, this one a bit more genuine.

"That's the question, isn't it." she answered. "I dunno. I've thought about doing it a lot more recently."

Toriel stepped back in horror. Steeling her resolve, she swallowed, and spoke again.

"I could stop you. Right here, right now." she said.

Frisk chuckled at that statement. "And yet I know you won't. You made a promise to Sans that you would protect Humans that left the Citadel, not kill them." she stepped closer to Toriel. "And you hold promises above anything else in this world, even the lives of all your friends. I don't just think you'd sit back and watch me slaughter everybody down here, I *know* you would."

As Toriel was about to bite back, a great, thunderous noise sounded throughout the Underground as a wave, which seemed to turn everything it touched photo-negative, shot through, engulfing everything. After a few seconds, the colors of everything returned to normal, and a great pain erupted in Toriel's stomach.

"Wh... what the hell was that?" Toriel demanded.

Frisk wasn't paying her any mind, instead opting to look at the Elysian Palace, hovering high over the City of New Home.

Toriel broke through the pains gnawing at her gut and looked up at Frisk, trying to read the black box that hovered near her head. Upon looking up, however, she found that the black box was gone, and wouldn't re-appear.

"What...?" she mumbled.

In the next few seconds, the toll of bells could be heard all throughout the Underground.