Tyrantale

Chapter 1.

Here we go, my first ever AU fic.

This is not related in any way to my other fics ("The Light That Leads Us Home" Chronology), however, Frisk and Chara are Male in this AU, just like the other saga.

Ever since I got into the Undertale fandom, I have been seeing all kinds of fanart and fics involving various Undertale AUs and they all look interesting. So, I got to thinking: Maybe I should come up with an AU myself and I started brainstorming and came up with this idea. I am sure I am not the first to come up with this idea, but, the more I thought about it, the more I liked it and wanted to get into it as soon as possible.

So, here is the premise of this AU: Just like in the game, Monster were sealed underground by the humans and Chara was still the first human to fall into the underground, where he was adopted by the Dreemurrs. However, instead of killing himself and combining souls with Asriel, Chara came up with his own agenda alone and waited until Asgore collected only five souls to strike. After taking a few Monster souls and then stealing the five human souls, Chara, now incredibly powerful, forced Asgore to step down from power and took over as the new, tyrannical king, sending the underground into a state of ruin and despair. When Frisk falls into the underground and meets the miserable and destitute Monsters, he quickly joins their cause and sets out to help free them from Chara's wrath.

Once upon a time, Humans and Monsters ruled over the land, however, when tensions began to arise, the races broke out into war, of which the Humans were victorious. Immediately after their defeat, Monsterkind was forced underground, where they were sealed in with a powerful barrier; eventually, the fallen race came to reluctantly accept their fate.

One day, without warning, a Human child fell from above and landed in the underground, where he was found by Asriel, the son of King Asgore and Queen Toriel, who subsequently adopted the Human boy. At the same time, the royal scientist and best friend of King Asgore discovered the truth behind the barrier, the power that held it together and came to a conclusion on how it could be destroyed. Between a new addition of the royal family and the possibility of escaping the underground, everyone was happy and the underground was full of hope.

But, one day, things took a heartbreaking turn, as the fallen Human child suddenly snapped, killing and taking the souls of a few innocent monsters and then taking the five human souls the Monsters had managed to collect in hopes of breaking the barrier. The boy then turned on his adoptive family, forcing King Asgore to surrender the throne, allowing him to become the new king of the underground. As soon as he gained power, the Human made a blunt demand: The very next human who falls into the underground is to immediately be handed over to the king.

After the Human rose to power it did not take long for the underground to fall into destitution, with their king overthrown, a new tyrant on the throne, and their only chance of freedom being taken away, the Monsters were more desolate than ever. It seemed that it would take a miracle to free Monsterkind from their plight.

Mount Ebott, those who traverse up it are said to disappear, yet, on an exceptionally gloomy day, a lone Human child made the choice to climb the foreboding mountain side. Frisk, a young boy of almost nine years old was standing at the very top of the mountain, despite the increasing winds and the dark, swirling clouds about; it was the only sanctuary the child had left, as his parents had recently deserted him. They gave no warning whatsoever, they had simply left the house and never came back; when a month passed and they still had not returned, Frisk simply left his home and ran away to find a new one. He did not bother to look for his parents, to him, it was not worth it, they never seemed interested in him anyway, they were usually out of the house for long periods of time and any time they were at home, they rarely spared him a glance. The two barely even looked at each other, which made Frisk wonder how he even existed if they were not even interested in each other.

Now he was alone, he could accept his parents being gone, but, the child still wished he had someone, anyone, to be their for him, even if it was only a friend. The young boy, sat near the edge of the mountain top, looking at the horizon in front of him and the dark abyss below.

Frisk then looked up at the sky, which was an ominous shade of gray and in the distance, thunder rolled, it would definitely rain any moment.

"The wind is picking up." the Human boy muttered, shuddering slightly as he felt a chill in the air.

Just as he stood up, Frisk felt a few drops of rain, which quickly turned into a steady shower; seeing lightning dance across the sky, followed by a clap of thunder, the child felt that he should probably get further down the mountain until the weather settled. But, as Frisk turned away from the cliff's edge, the wind suddenly became incredibly strong, making it hard for him to move forward. The boy lifted his foot to try and take a step forward, but, the wind was so strong, it made him unsteady on his feet, causing him to stumble backwards and because the rain had made the mountain top slick, as soon as his foot hit the soaked rock, he lost his footing.

"WAH!" Frisk gasped as he was sent tumbling off the side of the mountain.

As he fell and everything grew dark around him, looking as if the Earth was swallowing him up, Frisk closed his eyes.

"Is this it for me?" the child thought anxiously as he fell, "Am I going to die? But, I don't want to die! Despite everything I don't want to die! I'm not going to die!"

Suddenly, he landed, it was not the softest landed, but, he definitely did not hit solid rock; stunned by the landing, Frisk kept his eyes closed and stayed still, not wanting to move.

"Where am I?" he thought, still dazed.

After falling off the side of a mountain, he did not quite feel like making any sudden movements.

Frisk opened one eye slightly and saw only a far away circle of light, surrounded by darkness; suddenly, he heard something, it sounded like footsteps, followed by a light cough. Fearing who or what may have been coming his way, the Human child squeezed his eyes shut. Frisk remained absolutely still, his heart racing as the footsteps got closer and faster, until whoever or whatever was coming was right at his side.

"Um...hello?" he suddenly heard, it was a child's voice.

Frisk flinched as he felt someone poke the side of his face, he then felt a small hand on his chest, clearing looking for signs of life.

"You're alive!" the same child uttered.

Finally, Frisk decided to open his eyes to see who had found him and as soon as he looked, he had to blink a few times, as the child looking down at him appeared to be...covered in white fur and had long, hanging ears, and small muzzle on his face, giving him the appearance of goat. But, he had a humanlike build and he was dressed in clothing, albeit dirty, ragged clothing.

"Are you okay?" the goat child voiced, with a small cough, "Does anything hurt?"

With that, Frisk pulled his arms back and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position with the mystery child's help; after looking himself over and testing everything, the Human boy found that other than some mild muscle tenderness from the landing, he did not seem to have any major injuries.

"Well, nothing seems to be broken." Frisk said.

"That's good;" the goat boy replied, "what's your name?"

"F-Frisk." the Human boy answered.

"That's a nice name," the goat child said in return, "my name is Asriel, Asriel Dreemurr."

"Hi." Frisk stated.

The Human child looked around curiously.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"This land is the underground," Asriel affirmed, pausing to cough, "but, this particular place you fell into is the Ruins."

As Frisk thought about it, he came to a realization.

"This is the land of the Monsters, right?" he inquired.

Asriel nodded.

Frisk looked down to see just what he had landed on.

"Are these...flowers?" he asked.

"Yep," Asriel said, "Mama and I planted them for this exact reason, to ensure that if a human ever fell into the underground again, that they had a better chance of surviving the fall, looks like they did their job." As soon as he finished explaining, he coughed again, harder than the previous time.

The bewildered human child scanned the area around him, noting the size of the flower bed he was lying in.

"So," Asriel asked, clearing his throat, "can you walk?"

With the goat boy's help, Frisk slowly got to his feet, though nothing was broken, his little knees were still quite tender from falling on mountain. He the looked down at his arms and found that they were a bit scraped up from falling on the mountain.

"Don't worry," Asriel said, turning away to cough again, "Mom can take care of those scrapes."

He held the slightly disoriented Human boy by his shoulders as he led him away from the flower bed.

Frisk followed Asriel through a doorway into a vibrant-purple corridor, as soon as they got there, they were met by a small bunch of odd looking creatures, one looked like a frog, one looked like a jello-mold, one was a little winged creature that looked very nervous, one looked like a vegetable, and another looked like a plain, white ghost. They all appeared to be quite shocked by the sight of the two children.

"Hey guys," Asriel requested, "find Mom and tell her that another Human has fallen down and we're heading toward the house."

With that, the little group scattered.

"How will this one turn out?" the ghost sighed as he faded from sight.

"The people here might seem strange," Asriel told Frisk, "but, don't worry, the Ruinfolk are quite friendly if you're nice to them."

Frisk was not sure what to think of his predicament, but, it already seemed better than his previous situation, this Monster child he had only just met had already shown him more attention than anyone back at his previous home had.

"Okay, it's not much further now." the goat boy assured him.

As they rounded the corner into a new area, Frisk noticed a dead tree standing in front of a small, ancient-looking structure.

"Mom!" Asriel called out, coughing as he did, "Mommy!"

Just then, from behind the tree, another goat person, clearly an adult, appeared from behind the tree, just like Asriel, she was covered in white fur, but, she had small horns on her head and she was wearing a grungy, tattered dress. The sight of the Human child alarmed her.

"Oh my goodness," the shocked goat woman voiced, "nobody told me that the Human was a child, oh, you poor little thing."

The Human child was taken aback by the goat woman's behavior, she did not even know his name and she seemed highly concerned for him.

"Hello, little one," the mother said, "my name is Toriel, caretaker of these ruins."

"Mama, this is Frisk," Asriel informed her, "he's not hurt bad, but, he has a few scrapes."

Toriel knelt down and took the Human child's hands to get a closer look at his skinned arms.

"Oh, those look painful." she said sympathetically.

"Yeah, kinda," Frisk said, "but, at least it's only my arms, good thing I wore long pants."

"You should have worn long sleeves, too, my child," Toriel affirmed, "your hands are freezing."

She rubbed his small hands in her big, fuzzy mitts to instill some warmth.

"Did your mother not send you out with a jacket?" Toriel questioned.

Frisk glumly looked down at the fur.

"She didn't take care of me, nobody did," the Human boy huffed, "in fact, about a month ago, my parents took off and disappeared without a trace. I don't know where they went, and frankly, I don't care."

An awkward silence filled the air for several seconds.

"I was up on Mount Ebott, because, I didn't know where else to go," Frisk said, "suddenly the weather picked up and I stumbled over the cliff side."

"Poor child, it sounds like you've been through a lot," the goat woman voiced, "are you hungry?"

Thinking about it, Frisk realized that it had been a while since he had last eaten, at least, since he had anything satisfying. For a while, he had mostly been living on any scraps he could find to keep himself alive.

"Yes...very." he admitted.

After Frisk was brought into the "house", Toriel quickly disappeared into another room, telling the children to stay put for a moment, returning soon after with a little white box.

"Hold out your arms." she instructed Frisk.

He did as he was told and Toriel took a small, white cloth out of the box.

"This may sting a little," she advised, "but, I promise, this will get rid of those nasty scrapes."

The goat woman then proceeded to gently dab the child's skinned arms with the cloth, Frisk flinched as the stinging sensation quickly set in, but, he managed to hold himself together until she was finished.

"There we go," Toriel said, "all better."

Frisk looked down at his arms and found that, true to her word, his arms were completely healed.

"Wow," the Human boy responded, "thank you."

Toriel smiled in return.

After that, both children were set at a shabby, though sturdy, dining table, where Toriel brought them both a plate with something on it. It was a crusty looking thing with a golden brown filling and it smelled heavenly.

"Yay!" Asriel responded as his plate was set in front of him.

"I hope you like it, Frisk," Toriel said, "it is my classic butterscotch-cinnamon pie."

Frisk scooped a piece up on his fork and looked at it curiously.

"This is pie?" he asked curiously.

Toriel nodded.

Frisk carefully bit the pie sliver off of the fork and before he could even swallow, he began to take more bits of pie onto his fork, quickly devouring the entire pie slice.

"Oh my," Toriel said, surprised, "you really were hungry."

"Yeah," Frisk sighed, "that, plus, this is the first time I've ever had pie, it was amazing!"

"You've never pie before, Frisk?" Asriel responded.

Frisk shook his head, scooping up the remaining crumbs on his plate and licking his fork clean; when he realized that Toriel and Asriel were looking at him awkwardly, the Human boy put his fork down.

"Sorry." he said meekly.

"It is okay, Frisk, I am glad you enjoyed it;" Toriel voiced, "actually, this is the first time we have been able to have butterscotch-cinnamon pie in a long time, the first time we have been able to have anything to eat lately."

Frisk traced his index finger around the center of his plate, licking what remained of the pie slice off of it as he listened to Toriel talk.

"Things have not been good down here." the goat mother stated solemnly.

Frisk looked on curiously, glancing at Asriel who started coughing again, he then looked around the room once more, noting how unkempt everything looked.

"Why haven't things been good?" the Human boy wondered.

Toriel looked around uncertainly.

"I think I will wait until everyone arrives," she affirmed, "then I will tell you."

"Hey, maybe Frisk could join the cause." Asriel voiced.

Toriel flinched.

"Asriel." she responded awkwardly.

"What?" Asriel replied, "We need all the help we can get."

"I know that, sweetie," his mother said patiently, "but, you know perfectly well why that would not be a very good idea."

"But-" the goat child tried to respond, only to start coughing again.

Toriel removed the plates from the table.

"Okay, I think it is about time for you to have a nap." she told Asriel.

"Oh, but, I'm not tired," Asriel whined, "and I wanna hear more about the plan."

"You can hear about the plan after you have rested." the Toriel replied, picking the goat child up.

Frisk, still sitting at the table, watched as the goat woman disappeared down the hall with her son; feeling curious, the Human boy got up a from his chair and decided to look around the living room. Everything in the house looked grimy and timeworn, the carpeting was filthy and the floorboards creaked incessantly with every footstep, the bookshelf in the corner was filled up with many books, their outer coverings looking ratty and discolored. The Human boy did not have to look long to conclude that the "house" was not in suitable living conditions for any living creature.

Soon, Toriel returned to the living room, looking rather dejected; the goat woman inhaled and exhaled deeply, then smiled at the Human child.

"Sorry about that," the goat mother voiced, "how are you doing, little one?"

"I'm good so far," Frisk replied, "how are you doing, Ma'am?"

"Ah, well, I have been better..." she said.

Just then, there was a distant banging noise.

"Oh, sounds like they're here," Toriel uttered eagerly, "um, Frisk, wait here, okay? Make yourself at home."

Frisk watched as the goat woman disappeared again, curious as to what was about to happen and feeling like it was time to do more investigating. The Human boy quickly made his way down the hall, opening the first door he saw, which turned out to be Asriel's room. Inside the dark room, the goat child was sound asleep in bed, breathing heavily and expiring a harsh cough before Frisk shut the door, careful to not disturb the goat boy.

The next door over was blocked off, but, the door next to the that one was open and led to what was definitely Toriel's room. The first thing the Human child noticed was a book sitting open on a side desk, curious, he climbed up onto the chair in front of it to get a closer look. The book seemed to be a diary and, despite his common knowledge regarding privacy, Frisk could not help himself. He read the circled passage on the first page it was opened to:

"Dear Diary, the gang has another meeting planned for today,

I really hope we get somewhere with our plan. I do not know

how much more of this I can take, we are starving, Asriel's health

is showing no signs of improving, and there is little I can do

to help it. Sans has been nice enough to sneak us food whenever he

can, but, after a few close calls, it has gotten harder and harder, as

Chara has apparently heightened the castle's security. From what I

have been told, as bad as things are here, it seems that the people who

are still confined to the castle are not doing any better. Many of our

dearest friends are trapped there and are enduring such harsh treatment,

Sans is particularly furious, because, Muffet is one of them. I understand

how he feels, not a day goes by that I do not worry about Asgore, one

can only hope that we come up with something viable soon, we can

not live like this forever."

After reading the page in full, Frisk looked away from the diary, he did not want to read any more, he did not have to read any more. Everything that he had seen so far had only made him more curious.

Just then, he heard voices coming from another room, urging him to quickly leave Toriel's room and head back towards the living room.

There it is, the first chapter of my AU, I hope it is decent enough.

I swear, I have not forgotten about the other fics, I just really wanted to get this started before I forgot about it and I was really excited to do it. I hope nobody is bothered by seeing a new AU added to the Undertale fandom when there are already so many.

In the next chapter, more Tyrantale character variations will be introduced and more details on the backstory will be revealed.

Until next time.