Chapter 9
“Aaaaaagh” was the only warning the monsters and young ambassador received before something came crashing in the middle of the room.
Frisk, brave and determined as ever, went up and saw it was a young girl, a bit older than them, who was rubbing her head and groaning, looking confused.
Toriel rushed over, knelt down, and asked if she was okay, to which she nervously responds with a yeah. Sans is wary of the new girl that had just randomly appeared, but they dealt with weirder things before. He cracked a few jokes, causing the young girl to giggle.
Are you okay? Frisk signed, then realised that she might not have understood, but before Sans could translate, the girl replied, “Yeah, I’m okay….just thinking about how my family are most likely turning the house upside down looking for me.” With her legs swinging from where they hung over the side of the sofa where she had moved to sit down more comfortable. They paused the swinging motion upon seeing their surprised looks.
“Oh, yeah, I know sign language, because my oldest sibling has issues with their voice so they use sign language to communicate a lot of the time. They can only speak for a limited amount of time, and the rest of us picked it up over time. Some of us have trouble with hearing as well. My oldest brother is nearly completely deaf in his right ear.” To demonstrate, she began signing along with her speech, and Frisk was bouncing with excitement.
“If we want to help you though, we need to ask you a few questions.” Toriel gently explained, and Izarri nodded.
“First, how did you even get in here, kid?” asked Sans, and he didn’t miss the way that her eyes flitted to the side for a second in worry, brow furrowing slightly.
Izarri thought carefully. She knew monsters possessed magic, and they had also faced many unfair things thrown at them, so maybe she could tell them at least a little?
“Well,” She began, fiddling with her hands in her lap, “I was trying to open a portal to get home, which I was taught by my sibling. I must’ve done it wrong though….” She trailed off sheepishly.
“You can use portals?” Sans asked, voice brightened with surprise, and Izarri nodded
“My whole family can. Although, most of the time we can’t control it, it tends to just happen randomly unfortunately.”
Toriel interrupted, “Do you know how to get home?”
“I can normally talk telepathically with my siblings, but it’s more difficult to do the further apart we are, like static. I probably can’t do it very well at the minute.
“Well, are you able to get in contact with any of them, er…”
“My name is Izarri.” She replied, eyes looking forward and glossing over slightly as she focused, then sighed in disappointment.
“Not complete static, but it’s difficult to say anything.” Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her jumper, eyes cast down.
Without a warning, her head shot up again.
“Wait, I can’t believe I’m so stupid” she said, face palming. “I don’t have a phone on me, but I know the address of our house.”
“Well, what is it kid?” Sans asked, more relaxed than before.
Toriel was kind enough to offer to drive her home. She had tried to refuse, saying she’d suffice with just some directions, but the monsters insisted, on making sure she got home safe. She knew they were curious as well, as only a microscopic percentage of humans had the potential to do magic, let alone achieve it at her apparent, outward young age.
She pondered as she looked out the window of the car. They had been in this dimension for 5 years already, which was a pretty long time by their standards. She sighed bitterly and leant her head on the cool glass of the window, feeling it jolt with every small bump.
Although it was fun exploring and gaining powers, she also missed home. A lot. She missed her parents. Although she was incredibly thankful for Karlis, despite starting out as a bully into an overprotective mother hen, acting as a self-sacrificial idiot more times than necessary.
One thing she was worried about more than the rest was the worry of eventually becoming completely numb, apathetic and dissociated from reality, of being so disconnected that she would no longer be able to have attachments, or to appreciate the beauty and peace in simple mundane activities that many took for granted, like having a day dedicated to relaxing and hanging out at home.
A sharp jolt jostled her from her thoughts, and she looked up, and was met with her home, where her family was waiting anxiously for her.
Unconsciously, she relaxed and with how her soul was practically singing, despite not being separated, the monsters were certain they had done the right thing.
Izarri jumped out of the car to the house, the monsters following not far behind.
She didn’t even make it up the first step before she was all but tackled to the floor in a vice-like grip.
She could tell who it was by the sharp, open sobbing of her older brother and sister, who looked so alike they appeared to be twins. (The entire family looked strangely identical, more so than 5 'siblings' should).
“What were you thinking?” Luke exclaimed angrily, but she knew him, knew her siblings better than that, and could hear the underlying panic and relief.
She also noticed Ori running to join the hug, as Karli stood slightly behind, an unreadable expression on their face. Through the link, Izarri pushed some of the guilt, and apology to them, then being flooded with relief, joy and fear in return.
Karl couldn’t talk, so they turned to the strangers.
= friends = Izarri adds, blinking tears out of their eyes.
Being unable to do much else, Karl simply signed a shaky thank you.