This fic is being mirrored on AO3. It was originally posted to my tumblr blog at skeletalmilitaryunits-dot-tumblr-dot-com.

ENTRY 1

The king and I have both noticed a startling trend.

The humans sealed us inside this cavern just over a millennium ago. Roughly six hundred years later, the child fell down into Home, and…well, that entire mess occurred. No more than two hundred years after that, another human arrived – a small child whose soul Asgore easily took. One hundred years later, there was another child. Fifty years, another. Then thirty. And just a few days ago, another child still.

Humans are falling down into the Underground more and more often. Whether this is because of an increased in human population or simply because they've become more comfortable living around Mt. Ebott, I do not know. However, I did conduct a bit of math, and I came to an interesting conclusion.

If trends continue, then we will possess seven human souls by the end of the century.

I presented my findings to the king. He was not entirely surprised. Presumably, he had noticed a similar trend himself. We began to talk about logistics. Obviously, once we destroy the barrier and continue the war, many changes will need to take place. Monsters will need to move out of the mountain, scouts will be sent out, war tactics will be devised…

As the Royal Scientist, it is my duty to shoulder the burden of some of those logistics. I have arranged for more talks with the king.