so this is KyōjinTale Part 2.
It's time to see when Undyne dies. Or if she dies.
ANYWAY, PREPARE YOURSELF!
The battle began.
Undyne first turned Frisk's Soul green, then without waiting a second, threw a barrage of spears at them. With reflexes of an expert, Frisk blocked every single spear with ease. This battle was easy so far.
Later in the battle, Frisk was hit. Only once. But despite only being hit ONE time, Frisk was harmed quite a bit. They realized that in their Pacifist run, they had never bothered to pick up any armor because they were so good at dodging.
Big mistake, they realized, as a couple more hits like that and they'd be dead.
"I can't believe i'm saying this, but... i'm letting you live." They mumbled. The second Undyne turned their Soul red for another attack, they made a break for it, going towards an exit as fast as they could. But they were too late. Undyne reacted fast and turned their Soul green again, then ceased to attack. Instead she walked right up to Frisk, and threw a hit to their head, effectively knocking them out. Then she picked them up, carried them all the way to the castle, and put them in the dungeon. Leaving some various food items and some water in their cell, she locked it and began to leave. That's when Frisk woke up. They heard a scream, a slash, a body turning to dust.
"Who's there?!" They demanded. If anyone was going to kill, it would be them. No one else. "Tell me!!"
There was no answer.
But then they heard something.
"I made my decision."
They couldn't seem to recognize the voice, for it was barely a whisper. But they could hear what it said. What decision? Whoever it was probably knew Frisk was there, so they were probably talking to Frisk, meaning that they either thought Frisk knew what they meant, or... Frisk didn't even know any other reasons.
"W-... What decision?" Frisk asked quietly.
They heard laughter. "You don't remember?" "I guess you really are an idiot!"
"But..." Frisk stopped. Whoever this was probably wasn't friendly. There wasn't much use talking to them anyway, since the only thing that could happen is something bad.
Despite the fact that Frisk was still having great trouble remembering anything to do with this person, it was obvious that they should know what 'decision' that person was speaking of. But what? What?
'Think brain, think' 'Why can't I think?'
Then they heard something. No, they didn't really 'hear' it, it was a memory. A quiet memory in the distance. They heard their own voice. "If you want to live, you'd better make your decision fast."
Then it came to them.
Before Undyne showed up, they met Asriel. He was staring into a river of water, thinking thoughts, when Frisk showed up.
"So, this is where you've been." They had said, startling Asriel. "I have my own deal for you now."
"Whatever it is, I doubt you can make me agree to it." Asriel continued staring into the water at his own reflection.
"I bet I can." "It has something to do with your father."
"You see, I know he went into hiding somewhere. I also know that his son knows where he is."
"My deal is..." "You tell me where your father is, so I can kill him, or..." "I kill you."
Asriel looked at Frisk in surprise. He wasn't exactly expecting 'Asgore's death or his death'. It wasn't the best situation to be in.
"What if I go hide with him?"
"I'll find you eventually and kill you. A father and son can't resist talking, so i'll hear you."
"What if I hide somewhere else?"
"I'll find you, kill you, and find Asgore and kill him on my own."
"Shut up. You have until tomorrow morning to decide." "If you want to live, you'd better make your decision fast."
Frisk sat there, thinking.
It was Asriel? It couldn't be. He's too nice... right?
Everyone thought Frisk was too nice, too...
Before Frisk thought about anything else, they realized how tired they were. They hadn't slept in a couple days. So they lay down, said goodnight to themself, and fell asleep.
Next morning, they woke up to a sound outside.
Someone was coming.
Frisk stayed there. Waiting. Watching.
But nobody came.
Frisk sighed, and stared at the ground. This was their fault. They hurt. They murdered. They might have even forced the same kind of insanity into Asriel. What had they done? Why did they do that? They should have thought more about that deal. They should have realized that Flowey meant for them to do what they wanted. They didn't want to kill. They didn't.
Frisk thought these thoughts over the next few weeks. The food in the cell ran out but thankfully they had some in their pack. Then their water ran out. Then their pack food ran out.
"I need to get out of this cell..." they mumbled weakly. This was their second day without water. They were just a child. If they didn't get out today, they'd die from dehydration.
OKAY SO THIS IS THE END
I'M OUTTA ROOM
HAFFA GREAT DAY