Hello again from Blizzard! Sorry it's been a long while. I had some problems with my irl friends, and on top of that SCHOOL HOMEWORK SUCKS.

And I started something before Chapter 2 was published, but didn't finish in time, which I should have easily seen before I set the publish date. So here it is:

I didn't bother to do any shading or too much detail LOL. (I also forgot to add Starsoul's eye wisp but we'll ignore that for now)

And yes, I know Frisk the human isn't the best.

But anyways, enjoy the art and enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter Three - Star Story

Author: Blizzard

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   *I've never been here before,* Frisk breathed as they stepped into the isolated field. Bright blue Echo Flowers dotted the landscape before them, lighting the area up with an eerie glow. Blue sparks floated around in the air and lingered around the flowers growing on the swampy floor.

   "Neat, huh?" Starsoul whispered into Frisk's ear, making the human jump. At that same instant, the snowy cat monster shot a paw up to her muzzle in a sign to tell Frisk to be quiet. "Don't make any loud noises, or the Echo Flowers will hear."

   Frisk looked at Starsoul confusedly. *What could be so important that you want me to be quiet around the flowers?* They asked quietly. *And why are you in here with me?*

   Starsoul glanced at the ground for a split second before she looked out at the subjects in question. Her eyes flicked back to Frisk. "You know what? Lemme just show you." She smoothly slunk into the field, weaved between tall grasses and muddy puddles. Then she stopped at a flower beyond the obstacles.

   She turned and aimed her eyes at the human. "Come on! What are you waiting for?" She beckoned with a flick of her tail.

   Frisk gulped, then trudged into the grass and mud, trying their best to be quiet. Echo Flowers could pick up any loud sound from a few feet away if they were disturbed.

   By the time Frisk was finished bumbling through the unfamiliar territory, Starsoul was sitting patiently with her tail tucked around her paws. Her face showed no emotion as Frisk shook all the mud off their shoes and pants, and plucked weeds out of their shirt.

   At last Frisk got rid of all the gunk on their outfit and shuffled quickly next to Starsoul, who had kept the same neutral face as she did while she watched the human dust themselves off.

   *What do you want to show me with the Echo Flowers?* Frisk whispered.

   Starsoul turned towards the glowing flower, lifted a blue paw, and tapped it lightly. Suddenly, the monster's voice projected through the flower.

   Log number one.

   Greetings. I'm new to Snowdin, Waterfall, and by extension, the entire Underground. I uh... fell... quite a while ago. I'm lucky to have met Toriel, Sans, and Papyrus. I like these Echo Flowers... it seems like you can say something to them and they'll record it and repeat it when touched again. Kinda like a voice recorder. And it seems like I'm going to be staying here a while, so I guess I'll record another by tomorrow. Cya.

   Frisk blinked as the Echo Flower grew quiet. They turned to Starsoul. *You... recorded in here?*

   "Yup," Starsoul replied with a slight nod, "ever since I fell down here and found this place."

   *Wait, you fell?!* Frisk gasped aloud. *I thought you lived down here!*

   "I do live down here," Starsoul replied. "I just... took a long fall to get here, I guess." Then she suddenly whipped around and directly aligned her dead-serious gaze at Frisk. "And then you ruined it all with your so-called 'genocide route.' Murderer."

   The human instinctively shrunk back. Looking straight into Starsoul's eyes, one white, one blue, it... reminded Frisk of Sans during their battle in the Last Corridor.

   They gulped. *You remind me of Sans,* they dared to say.

   Starsoul drew back. "Good for both of us, then." She walked further away from Frisk and into the middle of the Echo Flower field, tail lashing, head low. Frisk relaxed, but something inside them squirmed. They knew they unsettled Starsoul by killing everyone in the last timeline, but they were still curious as to how this monster still remembered that timeline like Sans did.

   The human took quiet steps to the next Echo Flower and brushed their hand lightly over one of the petals. It began to resonate with Starsoul's voice.

   Log number two.

   Hi again, Waterfall. Papyrus told me it's a good idea to start logging in my day-to-day activities in these Echo Flowers. He said it's better to hear anyone else's story than to hear skeleton puns all day from the flowers. A dummy could easily guess who puts all the jokes in the flowers, hehe.

   So I guess this is kinda going to be a tradition or something for me now. A new tradition. Almost like my hangouts with friends on the surface.

   Somehow hearing it made Frisk even more curious about Starsoul's life and want to listen to every flower's log. But they knew they didn't have enough time to listen to them all.

   They decided to skip ahead several flowers and lightly tapped another petal.

   Log number ten.

   What kind of instrument does a skeleton with a blue hoodie play? Trombone! Ha!

   Yeah, I know it's not funny. But who would've guessed that lazy Sans the skeleton actually plays trombone? Papyrus may call it incidental, but I personally think it's kinda neat that I've finally met another trombone player. Although I'm sure Sans only plays it for the puns.

   Maybe someday we'll get Papyrus to play it, who NOSE? Haha!

   I think Sans' puns are rubbing off on me.

   Frisk snorted, to their surprise, when they heard the last line. It was whispered in a cautious tone, as if the monster-cat was keeping it a secret. Well, secret no longer.

   The human looked ahead at the rest of the flowers that were scattered about. Starsoul was nowhere to be seen within Frisk's line of sight.

   *Where did she go...* Frisk whispered to themselves, scanning the area. They thought they saw a flash of white in the distance somewhere, and turned towards that direction, carefully walking along the narrow path laid out in front of them. A hand brushed against another flower along the path on accident, and another message was projected:

   Log number sixteen.

   Hey, that's my favorite number. I'm not sure why everyone on the Undernet thinks that's my birthdate. "Oh hey IceCat16, was your birthday really in 2X16?" "NO. That's just my favorite number." I feel like I have to put that on my bio now.

   Speaking of the Undernet, Papyrus finally showed me what it is. It's kinda like this Internet I heard of a couple times before that humans use on the surface. My family had only heard of it once, being some sort of a "search browser," whatever that is. A former friend used to tell me it was a method of entertainment. But seriously, who needs this Internet for entertainment when all you can do is climb up a mountain and watch sunsets with your best friend instead?

   I feel kinda foolish now. I see why humans use their Internet instead of climbing mountains. If the Internet is anything like the Undernet. Wow.

   Guess I'll talk to ya later. I'm kinda in a good mood today.

   I also need to finish checking all these crazy follow requests on my Undernet account. There's too much of this "spam."

   Frisk stood there thoughtfully before looking for Starsoul again. She's never lived with humans then, they thought. But monsters have lived underground for years. How can Starsoul know what the surface is like and be a monster at the same time?

   The human let this thought linger as they squelched further along the curved path ahead, attempting to find the cat-monster once again. After walking a few good feet they stopped to take a rest and listen to another Echo Flower.

   Log number twenty-three.

   Ugh, that number's cursed. It doesn't bring back good memories from the surface. I should find a way to deal away with it. Like filling up this log with unnecessary information. Like how I hate the number twenty-three. I want this number to be over.

   I mean, I know I'm aware that I'm wasting an Echo Flower on this (sorry dear Echo Flower), and by extension, a log, but it's not like I'm limited to creating only one log per day.

   Hmm. So Starsoul hated the number twenty-three... Could that be the date she fell? Considering she didn't have good memories of the surface on that day at one point? Frisk tilted their head as they walked on. Maybe I'll ask her next time I get the chance.

   They took their "next chance" to rest and listened to another Echo Flower's recording after passing about ten more flowers.

   Log number thirty-two.

   Oh hey, that's sixteen times two. Not "two" bad. (Sorry Papyrus, if you're listening.)

   I'm learning gravity augmentation now, and I can certainly say that it is very challenging. Sans just makes it look like a piece of cake. You have to focus on the enemy's SOUL and keep an eye on your own at the same time. If your own SOUL isn't stable, then you can't control your magic. Summoning blue attacks is good enough, but controlling another being's soul? Especially a monster's soul? (When it's not Undyne's?)

   SANS, WHY.

   *So that's what it's like to fight with blue soul magic,* Frisk whispered to themselves, memories of their battle with Sans flashing in their mind.

   They swiveled around after a moment and nearly yelped as they took a wrong step and slipped on a wet blade of grass. Their arm brushed over the petal of another flower as they fell, and right after they landed, another message was heard.

   Log number forty-two.

   Today was the day that everyone finally (yes, finally) decided to call me by some name. I'm not sure when they finally decided to freak out over not having some sort of nickname for me or something (like Sans attempted once, he nearly went blind when he did), but they did take an awfully long time to do that.

   Undyne suggested Throwingstar. I mean, I can see why, thanks for the input, Captain, but no thank you. Papyrus just shrugged and continued to call me Snowy. I do like snow, but other than Papyrus trying to call me "ONE WITH A HUMAN SOUL," that's better than nothing.

   I tried to go back to the Ruins to see Toriel and ask her as well, since everyone else was trying to identify my name, but when I knocked at the door she didn't answer. Welp. That's another attempt lost. I don't know how Sans does it, maybe they have something called a schedule.

   And speaking of Sans, he finally grew a brain in that empty skull of his. I actually prefer his suggestion.

   He called me Starsoul. I can see and feel why.

   Thanks, knucklehead.

   Frisk waited before getting up again, deep in thought. They certainly didn't think of other monsters Starsoul could have ties to. Captain Undyne of the Royal Guard... Dr. Alphys, the smart yet nervous Royal Scientist... heck, even Mettaton, annoying as he was, were all probably friends with Starsoul. If Starsoul had ever met King Asgore, though, Frisk wasn't entirely sure.

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"okay, here we go." Sans took one step ahead and teleported in a flash of blue sparks. The pudgy skeleton landed his pink slipper in Undyne's living room, right next to the dining table.

   The fish warrior in question was brewing her tea at the kitchen counter, and stopped as she heard a familiar "'sup?" from behind.

   "Sans the skeleton, what the HECK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!" Undyne screamed as she turned around, raising her voice and nearly spraying hot tea at the shorter monster.

"whoa, undyne," Sans started, taking a step back and raising his hands in front of him in a defensive stance, "i just wanted to stop by and say hello. i mean, can't an old friend drop by the house of the captain of the royal guard and talk with them about something fishy on his mind?" He tried his best to hold his laughter in.

   Undyne made a face at Sans as soon as the pun slipped past his dorky skeleton smile before her expression changed and she lowered her tea kettle. "Wait a minute. You said 'fishy,' in which you know something's up, don't you?"

"yup, got that right," Sans replied, flashing pointing hands at Undyne, who rolled her eyes at the gesture.

   "Does this have anything to do with Papyrus?" The fish monster asked as she squinted at Sans.

"bingo," Sans answered, his face turning serious at the mention of his brother. "in fact, it's got everything to do with papyrus."

   Undyne stared at Sans. "We're going to need Starsoul's help again, aren't we?"

"yes ma'am," Sans sighed, putting his hands back into his pockets.

   "Then what are you waiting for, ya punk? Tell me the story! And don't you dare leave out a single detail!"

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   On and on as they walked and stopped to listen, a new chapter in Starsoul's story opened up to Frisk. Even if they did miss a lot of logs in between. They knew they probably didn't have much time, but they listened to whatever they could.

   Log number fifty.

   Log number fifty-eight.

   Log number sixty-one.

   Then Frisk heard the same voice, but clearer. They ducked their head and honed in on the voice's origin.

   Sure enough, Starsoul sat a few feet away from Frisk, her tail-tip twitching behind her. Her claws constantly sheathed and unsheathed, as if she was either itching for a fight or impatient. And to the human's utter astonishment, Starsoul was recording a log.

  "Log number sixty-six.

   I can't believe the previous log was deleted.

   Erased.

   I swear, that human... Frisk, Sans calls them?

   I want to kill them really badly.

   I know they might as well hear this and I'm sure they're aware that the animosity between us will not falter.

   Sigh.

   Sans, you idiot...

   They killed you in the last timeline. And you still choose to forgive them.

   I'm starting to doubt your life choices. (And I know you're an undead skeleton.)

   But I still trust you.

   Don't make me stand by and watch as you die again.

   If you do I'll never trust you again.

   And while I'm on the topic of trust... that human is VERY untrustworthy.

   They killed everyone and then reset.

   ...

   Wait. Something's wrong.

   My soul.

   where's my... de...

   ...you know, maybe Sans can help me figure it out. I won't bother you, whoever might be listening to this, with it.

   Especially not Frisk.

   My soul is none of your business."

   Frisk's head swarmed with questions as they tried their best to stay quiet. Her gaze flitted immediately behind her and her head suddenly snapped towards Frisk.

  The human gulped and tried to back away, but their limbs just seemed glued to the ground. Or something other than their limbs...

   Frisk dared to look down at their soul.

   It had turned a shade of bright blue.

   Starsoul's expression grew dark as she spoke again, this time directly at the human. "I know you have determination, Frisk. I can feel it in your soul, and my own. You have the power to RESET the entire timeline underground in your hands. And you chose to abuse it."

   Frisk shuddered. So they know I can reset... how does she know of the power anyways?

   As if the thought had summoned it, Starsoul's paw lashed out, the pads facing upwards, and released the blue magic's hold on Frisk's bright red soul, launching both of them into the attack interface and bringing the soul towards the paw.

   However, instead of fighting, Starsoul stood there, claws unsheathed, studying Frisk's soul. Her gaze flickered with interest as the bright red heart shone at her paws. She poked it once with a blue claw, making Frisk flinch a little before remembering that blue attacks don't do any harm if their soul wasn't moving.

   After a long while of poking and prodding Starsoul finally stopped and released Frisk's soul. The attack boundaries disappeared.

   "So." Starsoul's low voice seemed to resonate with the magic of the Echo Flowers around them. "You've heard my logs."

   "Yes," Frisk breathed, glad to finally exhale.

   Starsoul tilted her head. "And you've heard my whole story."

   Frisk gulped as they cautiously responded, "Well, not all of it, but I think I heard the major logs."

   Starsoul seemed to raise a brow as she continued her query. "So you know who I am."

   Frisk paused before answering. "Not exactly."

   Starsoul nodded her head. "Very well." She flicked her tail as she turned another way, beckoning the human to follow. "Let's get out of here before Sans suspects anything."

   Frisk nodded and followed the white shape through the Echo Flowers to another exit that led to more grasses. As the two emerged, Starsoul led Frisk straight towards Undyne's fish-shaped house and rapped a blue paw loudly on the door.

So that's it for this chapter! I'm sorry it took so long to read (and write), I tried to cut it down as much as I could. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love writing long chapters, but even I have a limit as to how much I feel is enough for a chapter.

Like this chapter; without all the author's notes it amounts up to a total of 2,790 words. Holy cow.

I won't hold you for any longer, hope you enjoyed the chapter! Keep your eyes out for Chapter 4 in the future!

Cya and peace out!