text: &#x200B; *Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time* Once upon a time, two races ruled over earth: Humans & Monsters. One day, war broke out between the two races. After a long battle.. the humans were victorious. The humans tasked seven of their strongest mages to seal the monsters underground with a magic spell. The only way the spell could be broken was if a force equal to seven human souls attacked the barrier keeping the monsters there. With no hope of escape, the king, Asgore Dreemurr, bore a son with his wife, Toriel. They named him Asriel. For ten years they lived happily, but that was due to change. *Chapter 2: Fallen Down* Chara lay on a flowerbed, their back in agony. they found the strength to turn on heir belly and look around. It was a cold, empty room, but sunbeams shone through, lighting the golden flowerbed with a warm kiss. Chara felt numb. But strangely... alive. It couldn't be. They had just fallen from about a thousand feet. But they had to be sure. "Hello?" They called. No response. "Hello?" They repeated, this time louder.Nothing again. At least, for a few seconds. "Uh.. howdy!" said a voice. Chara couldn't believe their eyes. Walking towards them was what looked like a child, but instead of a human look, he was.. a goat. So they screamed. "Shhhh!" said the goat-boy, gently picking Chara up and tossing their arm over his shoulder. "I'm not supposed to be here. You're human, right?" Chara nodded, petrified. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Asriel! Asriel Dreemurr!" said the goat-boy cheerfully. "A-am I in.. in hell?" squeaked Chara. "No, silly! You're in the Underground!" said Asriel. *Chapter 3: My New Parents* Asriel continued to walk Chara until they reached a little house. Surrounding them were well-trimmed bushes. The pictures they formed made Chara grin. "That's Dad's work," said Asriel, "he's the king." "The king?" enquired Chara. "Yep! You're about to meet him!" replied Asriel, knocking on the house's door. A kind-looking goat-woman in a purple dress answered the door, and looked quite shocked when they saw Chara. "Oh dear! Poor thing..." she said, kneeling down to Chara's level, gazing into their face with striking red eyes. "A human?" Asriel nodded. "Sorry, Mom-" "No, no, dear, it's fine, Asriel," she turned to Chara. "I am Queen Toriel. What is your name?" "Chara..." "Chara, huh?" asked Asriel. "That's a nice name." "I'll call Asgore," said Toriel. "Asgore! Asriel has brought home a human!" *Chapter 3: King of the Mountain* If anybody's personality was both underwhelming and relieving, it was King Asgore's. He came down the stairs in jeans that struggled to contain his snow-white legs and a flowered pink polo shirt. He looked like your typical hedge-trimming father until you reached his head. He had a golden beard and long horns that neatly curled upwards at the end, with friendly heterochromic orange-and-blue eyes and a warm, gentle smile. Chara could see a lot of Asriel in him, like their new young goat acquaintance would grow up to be identical to his father. He turned regally to Chara, who instinctively took a bow. The king chuckled and said, "At ease." he spoke in a kind but deep voice that made Chara smile. Chara's smile must have been contagious because Asgore gave Chara an amused grin. "Now come inside," said Asgore, grabbing Chara's shoulders lightly. "Toriel will make some butterscotch-cinnamon pie." *Chapter 4: Home* The Dreemurr household was not what Chara expected. It was small for a royal family, certainly. Yet it shone with a welcoming aura that you'd get from a little cottage on the surface. Chara walked down the hall, lined with plants, past rooms that they guessed were the two bedrooms and the toilet. At the end of the hall, there was a mirror. Chara gazed into the mirror, as a strong feeling overcame them. *Despite everything, it's still you.* They thought, when their brain was cut off by Toriel's motherly call. "Dinner is ready!" Chara took their time walking to the dinner table, taking in the sights of the kindly house. Asriel and Asgore were both at the table when they arrived, licking their lips excitedly. "This'll cheer you up," said Asriel, giving Chara a nudge. "Mom makes the best pies in the Underground." Just then, Toriel entered the room with a plate of pie. The smell wrapped a pair of arms around Chara's nose and locked it in a tight bearhug. "Smell's good, but it tastes even better!" claimed Asriel. Chara nervously took a bite out of their slice. Asriel was right. The pie was delicious in such an amazing way that Chara made a point of complimenting Toriel on how good it was, something they wouldn't be caught dead doing on the surface. She simply nodded and said "I get that a lot." "What did I tell ya?" asked Asriel playfully. "Well, you were right." responded Chara. Chara turned to look at Asgore, who was simply wolfing down his slice of pie, with his eyes closed and an expression of pure joy plastered across his face. "Toriel, you always make the best pie," he said. "What's your secret?" "A magician never reveals her secrets." said Toriel with a wink, and she began clearing everyone's plates. While she did this, Chara wanted to ask Asgore some questions. "Your Highness-" they began, before Asgore shook his head. "Please, Chara, call me Dad." *Chapter 5: Memory* For two years, Chara lived happily with the royal family, and the Underground accepted them. A human was a rare sight to them, but they lived with it. Then Chara fell ill. And it could not be cured. Their dying wish was made to Asriel: To see the golden flowers in their village, just one last time. So the prince took his best friend's soul, crossed the barrier, then carried Chara's body to their village. But the people noticed this. They treated Asriel with extreme prejudice, thinking he had killed Chara, and stuck a spear in his side. Asriel dropped Chara and stumbled back towards the mountain, clutching his ribs. He could have easily slaughtered them like lambs. He chose not to. Once he reached the Underground, he collapsed and transformed into a pile of dust. Enraged, the king decreed that all humans who fell would be killed. The queen disagreed. Shocked at Asgore's actions, she fled to the Ruins that were once her home, leaving Asgore alone in this prison disguised as a castle.