Conversations and Cleanups
Conversations were going to be had. They were determined to convince that skeleton that they were who they said they were even if it killed them. That is what coursed through their head as Frisk marched their way through the halls. The stalking had gotten ridiculous, and they really just wanted to get their best friend back, at least to a point where he no longer considered them a threat.
Frisk was ready, they had a plan, and Sans was going to listen.
“Oh, there you are my child,” and Toriel was in the school. Wait, why was Toriel in the school? They were in the entrance hall now standing in front of the doors that would lead out to the court yard, and Toriel was standing at the top of the staircase that led to the Great Hall. Toriel gave them a smile and then motioned for Frisk to come up the stairs to her. Remembering the last time they followed Toriel somewhere involving stairs, no matter how much they loved her she still almost killed them, they were hesitant, but figured that honestly they could find Sans later, or he would come to them because that skeleton knows how to not be found, they followed Toriel into the Great Hall.
“You know, I’ve been having conversations with your professors, child.” Frisk narrowed their eyes at that. “Oh, nothing bad, my child. I just wanted to know how you were doing with your schooling. They all had wonderful things to say about your achievements. You really are quite gifted, I am so proud.” Toriel had a way of speaking when she wanted to avoid a certain topic, but also kind of needed to mention it. It was the same way she spoke before she went downstairs to destroy the door to the ruins. She would talk sweetly and be just as motherly, but it always came off as hesitant… like she was choosing her words carefully. It put Frisk on edge every time they heard it. Chara too was alarmed.
Toriel didn’t wait for Frisk to ask what was wrong. She read it on their face. Which was another thing that they had come to love since the Monsters returned. The fact that they didn’t have to speak so much. Talking was in Frisk’s experience tedious, and Chara would talk enough for the both of them when they switched places, so they didn’t really need to bother so much in the Underground or with the Monsters. Wizards on the other hand were another story, they didn’t really have concepts of not speaking, mostly because for most wizards you needed to speak for a spell, so if you could do that why would you not talk? Especially if you could talk, why not? It was something that Draco had found irritating, and Frisk more so when their memories and soul came into their new body. Being with the monsters and not having to talk, for them to just understand instinctively what Frisk was saying or what they needed, was a breath of fresh air. They had missed this dearly.
“It’s just that you’re professors mentioned that there was an incident a couple years back.” Frisk paused, they were just entering the Great Hall now and since it was Lunch there was a whole row of teachers that Frisk could throw their glare at now, rather than their goat mom. They probably deserved it. “They mentioned how you were possessed by a demon?” They defiantly deserved it.
Now this was something that Frisk would have to talk to Toriel to explain. Fuck. Chara was something that was so complex when it came to how they bonded together. Although maybe they didn’t have to. Wait, Lupin had mentioned that they had ‘advanced anger issues’ where did this about demons come up? Where were they?
Their confusion must have shown on their face because Toriel sighed and put a hand on their shoulder.
“My child. They said that you have been having black out episodes, coupled with uncontrollable bouts of rage and glowing red eyes. Those are symptoms of demon possession. Do you not remember any of this?” This was an out. They could just shake their head, and pretend that they didn’t know that Toriel’s dead child was currently living inside of them, and have the entire Underground go about their days knowing their savor is possessed and try to save them, and maybe exercise Chara while they were at it. Sans would have a blast with that last one.
“That all sounded so stupid, you know that right?” Chara unhelpfully pipped in, making Frisk grimace. Yeah, they knows that all of that sounded bad in their head, imagine putting it into practice. So, the only other option was to come clean and tell Toriel that the human child she did have that died with her other child was very much alive, well kind of, in like soul/ghost form, and was in her current child, like a weird parasite that also got latched on two and the two spent so much time and resets together that they fused. While they were at it they should also mention that the other child that died is also not dead and is instead a flower with desires to rule the world and eat as many human souls as physically possible. So that he can come back to his real form without having to kill monster bosses, again, so that he can finish the plan that him and his sibling came up with when they died and kill as many humans that come across his path.
Should they leave out the bits that her children are like really violent? They like stabbing things. Must come from their father. Toriel is more of a burn to a crisp kind of gal. Real classy.
“Are you done?” Yes, Chara Frisk was very done. Done with this conversation, done with future conversations, and done with this day!
Just when they were about to tell Toriel most of what they had just thought, the door to the Great Hall opened behind them and Umbridge walked through. She looked haggled and like she had been dragged through the woods. Sticks and leaves were sticking out of her hair and her pink set of robes and dress were torn and mud covered. Now that Frisk thought about it, there was a lot less Xenophobia at that confrontation in front of the Forbidden Forest than there normally would have been. Where? What? Huh.
Umbridge true to her form of hating magical creatures and anything that wasn’t a pure blooded dick that she could suck and suck up to took one look at Toriel and screamed her bloody head off.
“What. What? Why is this CREATURE in my school. I have had ENOUGH of these Beasts. First, the Centaurs drag me through he forest like monsters, and then I had to HIDE from these Giant Spiders, and now that I am supposed to be around the CIVILIZED I come back to THIS!” Yeah, this lady’s lost it. She marched forwards and reached out like she was actually going to touch Toriel, and Frisk was not having it. Evidently neither was Sans. Just as Frisk moved in front of Toriel and prepared to put a bitch in her place a boss box formed around Umbridge. Instead of her soul being separated from her body, her entire body glowed blue as she was ripped off the ground and thrown against the hall.
Frisk hadn’t really seen much of this version of a boss fight. Normally monsters couldn’t really do it, and bosses didn’t try for the most part. So you know that they mean business when they don’t even bother trying to take out your soul to give you a fighting chance. Frisk turned and watched as Sans stepped out the corner of the room his eye glowing.
“Now, I don’t know who you are, but you do not get to touch the Queen.” Sans warned his arm outstretched. Umbridge whimpered against the wall, and the few students who were in the hall gaped at the scene. No one liked her, so no one felt bad for her, it was more that everyone was suddenly afraid of Sans. Which, fair.
Dumbledore stood from his seated position then. “Now now, there is no need for violence. Dolores, I know that you were not here for a bit, but a lot has happened while you were away. I was reinstated as the headmaster, and Monsters are now out guests within Hogwarts.” Sans didn’t really release her after that even though it was clearly expected that he would listen to Dumbledore - by everyone but Toriel, Frisk, Chara, and Sans - it made for quite the awkward pause as Sans continued to hold the pink toad against the wall.
“Sans put it down.” Toriel ordered gently, and to show Dumbledore that he couldn’t order him around, Sans did. The glow around Umbridge faded and she was dropped from the air, to land on the floor of the Great Hall with a large thump.
Winded, scared, and embarrassed, Umbridge pushed herself up. Looked frantically around the room like she expected someone to come to her defence. Then her eyes landed on Frisk, and they knew that they were about to be dragged into this mess.
“Mr. Malfoy. I know that you take offense to what this creature had just done to me.” Frisk raised an eyebrow. “I know your father would. Won’t you…”
“I am just going to cut you off right there because My ‘Father’ is either currently dead, or rotting is Azkaban, and I have never really cared about that man or what he would care about. Next, I do take offence, you’re right.” They turned to Sans. “You could have thrown her across the room, make it hurt. Dude. Missed opportunity.” Sans only cocked his head at Frisk but the glow in his eye did calm down, and he eventually returned to the two white dots. His smiled widened.
“You’re right kid. Damn.” Sans scoffed, and Frisk nodded along as they both mourned what could have been Umbridge having broken bones and not just bruised ones. Toriel giggled from beside them.
“Oh you two.”
Umbridge stared at the scene before her and seemed to lose her mind at what she was seeing because she suddenly started yelling and running out of the room. Frisk watched as her heel broke when she went to turn the corner and she stumbled as a result before the doors closed and blocked her from view.
“Well, that happened.” Frisk commented. Then they realized that Sans was right there and Toriel would stop him from murdering them. “Listen Sans. I have something to say and you are going to sit there and listen, and I mean listen because I know that you can zone things you don’t want to hear out.” Frisk took a deep breath. “You are my best friend, and that is probably one of the reasons that I have tolerated you not believing that I am Frisk. I know how paranoid you can get, I know how distrustful you are, and I know how much you hate humans on principal. I also know how loyal you are, so I understand that having someone come out and say that they are Frisk, would raise your red-flag meter. I also know that you are one of the smartest people in the Underground, that you are an amazing judge of character, and the best person to spot a lie in any scenario. So I am going to tell you this now and you are either going to believe me or you’re not.
“I am Frisk. I am the same human child that fell into the Underworld because I had noting better to do, and no real home to go back to. I am that same child that single-handedly fought all of the Monster’s and Bosses without raising a hand to them. I have flirted, I have complimented, I have insulted, I have talked to, and I have run away from fights my entire life because I was given the ability of a fucking god as a child. I am also that child that repeatedly made friends with all of you all over again, because I had the ability of a god, and I didn’t know what else to do with it.
“I am Frisk, and I came back to a world where you guys where no longer in it and it broke me. My family who I have fought and scrapped for, was no longer there. The people that I had sworn to protect were in hiding, and the strongest person that I knew was turned to stone. I know that I said you could not believe me, but I lied. So please. Please.” their voice cracked on that last sentence. Something wet rolled down their face, and they realized that they were crying.
“You know. This entire time I thought you were that demon because they could play you pretty well, especially when using you’re own corpse. Took us a while to realize you were dead kid, ‘cause they kept your memory going strong for a while. But what they never did was cry. So yeah. I know you’re my Frisk. I know that now. Come on kid. Don’t cry.” Sans reached out and pulled Frisk to his chest rubbing his hand up and down their back, soothing them.
Frisk didn’t really remember how they died, they didn’t really remember when they died. What age they were or how long ago it was. So because of that they didn’t really think too much about what happened after their death, or what Chara would do without them to share a body with. Despite their connection they were still two separate beings, after all. Chara could fully eject Frisk from their body if they wanted and Frisk could do the same. They really were just sharing a vessel at this point. It did surprised them that Chara went out of their way to keep the idea of Frisk alive despite them being gone so suddenly. It also explained why Sans was so hesitant to believe that it was Frisk. Sans still thought that Chara was keeping Frisk alive for the Monsters, and it makes them wonder what really happened.
“FRISK” Flowey screamed as he popped in from the ground, tearing through the floor boards of the Great Hall. “FRISK!” Frisk and Sans jumped apart at the arrival and Frisk scrubbed at their face while Flowey caught his breath. When they calmed down enough to take Flowey in they noticed that he looked hurt, one of his petals was ripped and he had a bruise on his stem, like someone had tried to rip him out of the ground. Frisk remembered sending him back to the village to scout out for Sans to see if he was there, but when he didn’t return they figured that he was hanging out with Papyrus or just wanted to avoid the kids. That didn’t seem to be the case.
“Frisk, it’s the village.”