(A/N: Sorry about barely updating! I promise I will continue this story until its very end! I had this chapter prepared a while back, but it must still have mistakes! Happy reading!)

At the strike of noon, it was time for my odyssey. My head peaked out of the bar's doors, having to turn away any paying customers that came that day. No one was there to manage the bar, not even Sans. Anyways, I deserved a break, but I won't relax just yet. This Gaster needed me or, I kinda needed him too. You know, to catch up with him, to know him more,... or something like that...

Don't give me that look! I just learned about this guy today!

The way to the river wasn't much of an adventurous one, my eyes seeking the dark cloak of the Riverman. Woman? Just leave it at person. There is no telling who they really are. I never traveled via boat before since I practically could die if anything went wrong. Today, I am willing to take that risk in order to recover the memories of my past.

I ended up at the dock past the bar to see no cloak or boat. They haven't arrived yet, to my disappointment.

Frustrated, I waited for a bit before stravaiging my way to another part of Snowdin. My impatience disgusted me; I was usually calm and collective but the news of this Gaster destroyed me. Everything from the way I talked to the way I walked had changed.

I might as well figure out if Alphys is at the lab. It would be a waste to go only to find her not there.

Taking out my phone, I begin to dial the Royal Scientist's number. It shouldn't take long to answer, for she is always on Undernet ranting about God knows what. Last time I recall it was something about, Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2 and how horrible it is? I shouldn't even bother.

A sharp ring disturbs my thoughts as my phone blinks to life with the Scientist's number.

*On Phone*

Grillby: Hey Alphys, sorry to bother you with what you are doing but are you available to speak to me today?

Alphys: O-oh hi G-grillby! Wow, t-this is the fir-rst time you ever called me! How i-is the bar doing? H-how are you?

Grillby: The bar and I are fine. About my question, I wanted to ask if you could inform me about the lab's past... starting from the time around after the war?

Alphys: Oh. I think I'd h-have something! There are th-hese old notes and blueprints around the lab. I-i guess those could help! It-t's strange; I don't remember making them.

Well I guess that's the best I got.

Grillby: So can I come visit you in a few?

Alphys: S-sure! Come around anytime!

Grillby: Thanks. This means a lot to me. Well, see you soon.

Alphys: Y-yeah, s-see you!

***

I make my way back to the port. My head peaks over the ledge in vain. I finally see what I hoped for. I make my way towards the boat that's docked at the side.

"Tra la la. Care for a ride?"

"Yes, I would like a ride on the boat please."

"Where will we go today?"

"Hotland."

"Then we're off..."

As I climbed into the boat, I pondered over every little thing that could go wrong. I can fall and burn myself out for God's sake! Before I can keep freaking out about the suicide mission I got myself into, the boat sprouted legs. It was a cat that started to run. Water splashed EVERYWHERE. I had to be a ninja to avoid each and every painful drop that attacked me. Unfortunately, I am no ninja. My arms had a couple of burns, received in the first two minutes of the ride. At this rate, I won't make out of this alive.

"Tra la la..."

....

And we keep riding in this awkward silence. It wasn't until I heard the whisper that could be the answer to all my problems.

"... Beware of the man who speaks in hands."

My head snaps. My eyes are wide open and my flame, a pale yellow. I reach out to the River Person. They had information. They knew who Gaster was.

Or was I just assuming?

Ugh, I'm going crazy!

"Who is the man?"

"Pardon?"

"The man. The one who speaks in hands. I wish to know who he is."

"... No one has ever asked me before... not even the human..."

"Wait. Like one of the past six?"

"No. There is one in the Underground as we speak. The one I gave a boat ride to prior to yours."

"You're serious! But aren't you worried! Don't forget about Chara!"

I vaguely remember her. She was never a problem until the tragedy happened. Chara, the adopted daughter of the Dreemur family, was an interesting character all to herself. Despite all that Toriel would claim, she never seemed happy... just wary of what was going on around her. It was only mere speculation, and with the rest of the Underground not wanting to upset the royal family, we set those thoughts aside. After the split between the king and queen, however, the mortal was the one who seemed the most torn apart. She went hysterical and ran away from home. I remember the Royal Guard had to search the entire Underground for her.

I remember that I insisted to my wife that it was safer at home in Hotland and that I would pick Fuku up from school that day.

I remember that I received news not too long after that Chara was running loose in a demon like rage. In Hotland nonetheless. I left Fuku with the Skeleton brothers in a hurry, trying to get there to make sure she was alright. 

I never saw my wife again. In fact, ten other people died that day.

Let's say that I was thrilled to hear that the brat had finally lost her soul.

"This human is better. Her actions scream mercy. She never throws blows."

"...And what is the name of this one?"

"The Underground knows her as Frisk. The seventh fallen child. She hopes to free us from the Underground without the use of another soul."