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VOXISTALE: Episode 3 "A New Threat" Ch. 2

by comic

comic As Frisk continues through her school day, Asgore is suddenly attacked out of nowhere by a mysterious assailant...

Her mind returned to Gregory. He still hadn't arrived all period, and she was beginning to worry, at least a little bit. As she made her way down to the history hall, she pulled out her phone to begin texting Terrence.

'Hey. Have you heard from Greg today?'

After a few seconds, the bubble that indicated he was typing in a reply showed up.

‘I don’t have a class with him until 11:00. Was he not in 1st?’

Absent,’ she replied simply.

‘Maybe he’s sick.’

‘He’d still show up.’

‘True. That’s how I caught the flu a while back.‘

'Could you contact him?' Frisk texted, entering Coach Small's class.

'Why not you?'

'Because I haven't asked for his new number yet.'


‘Alright, let me know if he replies, I’m worried,’ Frisk typed, before sitting down and setting the phone on her lap. It buzzed.

’Sure, you can count on me.’

‘Thanks, T. See you at lunch.’

‘You bet.’

“No phones on in my classroom,” a familiar voice called from the front. Frisk sighed, Coach Small staring at her, waiting for her to put the device away. He lived up to his last name- the coach was only about five feet tall, though he was also quite muscular. Rumors went around that he spent a lot of time in the school gym after hours. Frisk clicked the power button on her phone once to put it into sleep mode, before putting it in her pocket.

"Class." He announced. "I would like to introduce you to a new student. He comes all the way from... Savory City was it? Yeah, that. After that horrible, horrible attack on your school. Everyone, please introduce yourselves to Mr. Jason Clever."

Frisk turned to see the new student, along with everyone else. Jason clearly wasn’t fond of the attention, his deep, golden eyes darting around the room at everyone who’d bothered to turn around. A few greetings were exchanged, but the boy didn’t say much, just the occasional ‘nice to meet you,’ or handshake. Some people even tried to ask about the attack on his school. Frisk debated whether she’d get up to give him a personal greeting. She hadn’t done so in Mr. Gagne’s class with Sadie and Rian, but that was because Mr. Gagne didn’t really like conversations in the middle of class.

Coach Small, on the other hand, was fine with it until classwork began. Especially if it meant greeting new students.

"Todd, your dream gets to come true." Coach Small told a boy seated beside Frisk. "Go sit with Randall. Jason needs this seat."

"But... why?" Todd asked, slowly getting up in his seat. "Because he has very specific educational and physical needs. I have a doctor's note. You want to see that, too? Move." The coach ordered.

Randall and Todd were age-old enemies, so both were a bit disgruntled that they would be sitting together now. Frisk glanced over as Jason took Todd’s place. She noted that he was a bit shorter than her, and had slightly spiky hair that was a pale, whitish-yellow. His eyes were fixed on the board up front, and one look at his annoyed expression told her that he would rather be literally anywhere else.

Frisk elected to not bother. He didn't look like he'd be very appreciative of it. So instead, she turned her head forward to pay attention to the subject. World History. Today they seemed to be finishing up with the Black Plague. She'd read up all about it just last night, fortunately.

Frisk crossed her fingers that there wouldn’t be a test on the subject. Not because she didn’t know the material, but because tests were... not a lot of fun. Especially in Coach Small’s class. During tests, if you made so much as a peep, you’d get a zero, and it was never up for discussion either. If there was one thing Coach Small didn’t tolerate, it was noise during tests.

Luckily, it didn’t seem that was the case. Instead, Coach Small began to write on the board, having to get on his tiptoes to reach the top.

‘CW - Read Chapter 9.6 - Conclusion, answer questions 1-7’

With a sigh, Frisk reached into her bag and yanked out her textbook. Picking up right where she'd left off.


Frisk jolted up in her seat, gazing blearily up at Mrs. Russo, who stared down at her. "You up now?" She asked. Frisk blinked in confusion. "Mrs. Russo...?" She yawned. She could have sworn she'd just been in World History class... Chemistry already? At least the day was passing by faster than usual.

That meant lunch was next.

Satisfied, Mrs. Russo turned away and headed back to her desk. Frisk took notice of a familiar face grinning at her. Sadie was sitting just a couple seats away, throwing Frisk a wink and a thumbs up.

Frisk was confused. She didn’t even remember walking into this class. She’d even gotten a kind of decent amount of sleep last night. Maybe her early morning visit to the cemetery had caught up with her? Luckily, she didn’t appear to have missed that much. She was looking forward to seeing Terrence for lunch. She took a quick scan of the room to find that Rian wasn’t in this class, nor Jason.

“Now, if I may continue,” Mrs. Russo said, giving Frisk a brief look. “Today, we’ll be burning different elements and writing down the results. You all know the lab expectations, I’d hope.”

A symphony of ‘yes, Mrs. Russo’s’ arose from the students.

“Now, as for your lab partners... Sadie, since you’re new, I’ll need you to pick someone.”

"Frisk." Sadie replied immediately, throwing an arm over her seat and leaning back. She'd answered not even a second after Mrs. Russo had finished speaking. "...Alright. Frisk, are you okay with that?" The teacher asked.

Frisk gave a nod as she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She didn’t have time to make a reply, since everyone was standing to go into the chemistry lab. She read the notification for the text, however. As usual, it was from Terrence.

‘He didn’t reply. Also, he isn’t in class.’

Now she was even more worried, but didn’t have time to think about it, as Sadie was suddenly next to her.

“Hey, you really gotta learn to nap with your eyes open,” she said. It took Frisk a second to realize that the teal eyed girl wasn’t teasing her, but rather offering actual advice. She did seem to be adept at sleeping in class, after all.

Frisk blinked. "My eyes already look pretty closed." She stated.

Sadie paused, but quickly recovered. "Really? Huh. I hadn't noticed."

Frisk glanced at Mrs. Russo to see if she was turned away before flipping open her phone and typing in a quick reply.

'Lunch meeting. Usual place.'

Once she tucked the phone away, Frisk turned back to Sadie. Mrs. Russo was passing out the supplies for the lab, and everyone was looking forward to burning the magnesium strips. In truth, Frisk had done this in several science classes before. It was fun to watch the metal light up.

“Uh... why’s everyone so excited about burning a piece of metal?” Sadie asked Frisk.

Frisk shrugged. "Because it's cool." She replied. "It's like watching a star burn brightly in the night sky before fizzing out and leaving behind the properties to form a new star."

"You into space?" Sadie asked, raising a brow and looking at Frisk, who gave a shrug. "Maybe a little."

“Have you not done this before?” Frisk asked, looking at the assorted materials they’d be burning, then the matches. Sadie shook her head.

“You’ll understand it if you see it,” Frisk assured the slightly taller girl. “Just try not to look directly at it, it could damage your eyes.”

"Seriously?" Sadie blinked, eyes widening slightly. Frisk gave her an affirming nod, before jabbing with her thumb to the back of the classroom. "Mrs. Russo keeps shaded goggles in a cabinet right next to the normal goggles. Get that and I'll finish getting us set up here."

Sadie didn’t seem very eager to exert any kind of physical effort to get up to get the goggles, but after a few seconds, did so. Frisk tested to see if the matches worked- they did. She put the burning match into a beaker of water nearby that was meant to extinguish. When Sadie returned with the goggles, they were ready to begin.




Large furry hands lightly patted on the steering wheel in tune with what the king was humming as he traveled down the road, heading toward Muffet's to grab some lunch. None would ever be able to recognize the song he hummed. It had been one his mother would sing to him centuries ago before his teachings as a Prince began. It had stuck with him through all of these years.

"Rest ye my angel, you hm hm hmmm..." He continued, bobbing his head. Admittedly, he couldn’t recall all the lyrics.

As Asgore hummed the tune of the song, he couldn’t help but wonder how Frisk was doing. It was her first day back at school in quite a while, and he was hoping he hadn’t pushed her to return too early. Considering she hadn’t called or texted him to come pick her up, he presumed she was doing alright.

Then he started to ponder about what he'd get at Muffet's. Perhaps he'd get the-


Almost as if in slow motion, Asgore felt himself jolt sideways as another truck rammed into his side of the cab, coming down from an alleyway.

He could feel his truck crumple from the hit, and be launched off the street, flying toward a building.

...Several bystanders in the way...

Asgore had no time to react, all he could do was brace for impact. He heard the screams of the bystanders as the car slammed straight into about three of them. The sound of bones crunching could be heard even from within the car- it was a miracle Asgore was even still alive after such a hit. He heard car horns going off wildly, muffled groans and screams from outside.

All he could think of was the poor people he'd just been forced to flatten. The looks of terror on their faces...

He felt like throwing up. Ignoring what felt like a broken arm, Asgore raised a hand to his door, and with a mighty push, it gave way, flying off and onto the hood of the truck that had slammed into him.

Nobody was inside, but that wasn't Asgore's concern at the moment.

He already knew the answer, but he wanted those poor people to be okay. He willed it.

Asgore found himself climbing out of his vehicle. It would never drive again, that much was certain- the entire side was crumpled beyond repair. The design that made it do so was the only reason he was alive. He’d actually been reading a fascinating article the other day about it...

But now wasn’t the time. At the speed the car had been moving, he doubted any of those poor humans had survived, but he had to be sure.

Slowly, with anticipation and fear, his heart caught in his throat, he made to limp to the front of his truck.

All he saw was crimson splattered across the front before something suddenly wrapped itself around his broken arm, and with a powerful pull, he was suddenly airborne, being slung up and over his vehicle and into an alleyway, blocked off by the side-turned crashed vehicle.

With a heavy thud, he hit the ground, groaning. Asgore lifted his gaze as he slowly tried to get to his feet to see a woman standing before him, her eyes wide, and a molten orange in color. Her skin chalk white, her hair wild, jet black, and clearly unwashed.

Her frame was tall and slender, almost anorexic, wearing patchy mismatched clothing with a great shiny green bowtie. A disturbing smile was plastered across her face.

"I've waited so long to meet you, King Fluffybuns~" She told him, her voice monotonous, her wild eyes never leaving his, a black whip held in her hand, clearly what she'd used to pull him into the alley.

Asgore could tell this woman was looking for a fight, and the sheer lack of sanity in her eyes was beyond discomforting. He was quick to form his trident, but it wasn’t to attack. Rather, he was ready to defend himself if necessary, and something told him it would be.

That something was definitely the fact that she had a whip, was assumed responsible for just squashing three innocent bystanders, and was staring and speaking in a way so monotone that even the sadistic flower, regardless of who he was deep down, in all his emotionlessness couldn’t compete.

“Who are you?” Asgore demanded, feeling his metaphorical blood boil ever so slightly.

She stuck out her tongue at him, biting down on it as she stared. For a moment, they held each other's gaze, before a bit of blood trickled down to the tip of her tongue, and she slid it back into her mouth, face the same as ever. "I am your new buddy." She informed him matter-of-factly. "Your pal. Your chum. Your bestest friend. I'm here to take you over the rainbow."

At this, she cracked her whip threateningly. "You do want to join me, don't you?" For the first time, her face shifted, her grin turning upside down into a frown, a bit of blood dribbling out of the corner of her mouth as she made a horrific pouty face at him.

“I’m going to have to ask you to drop your weapon,” Asgore said sternly. Yes, she had just gotten multiple people killed, but she clearly wasn’t all there. Asgore could actually feel some pity for the lunatic, but it was dwindling rapidly, turning more into anger. Then it clicked.

...maybe this was the person who’d killed Toriel. This seemed like exactly the same scenario- albeit he’d never gotten the details on the killer. Nobody had. The grip on his trident tightened.

Seeming to pay attention to a hint of realization in his eyes, the woman's own eyes widened even more somehow, and her grin returned wider than ever. "Maybe you know more about me than you thought, Asgore Dreemurr. Hm?" She cocked her head to the side, and proceeded to bite her lip this time.

"Poor Goat Mama... she didn't put up much of a fight. She was dead before she even had a chance to cry out her disgusting daughter's name. Either of them, hehehe." Her eyes flared with the orange, appearing like blazing embers for a second as her grip notably tightened on her whip. "She died like a bitch."

Asgore could tell she was trying to anger him so he would make the first attack- and it was very tempting. The way she spoke about Toriel made him red in the face, his grip on the trident so tight that he was concerned it may crack. With a heavy heart, he made his decision.

His temper got the better of him, and several dozens of fireballs appeared behind him, before launching themselves toward the lunatic. She’d just killed multiple people, attacked him, had a weapon out, and was practically admitting to Toriel’s murder.

With agility and surprising grace, the fireballs were subsequently dodged by the thin woman, who cackled brightly. "Is this how you treat your friends, Gorey~?" She spun on her heel in a full circle, twirling the whip before lashing out with it, the weapon cracking against Asgore's cheek before he even realized it was coming.

He felt a light tear in his skin beneath his fur, and grimaced.

"Silence!" Asgore roared, and suddenly, the alleyway was filled with fireballs whizzing toward the woman from every direction as the red trident paled to a cyan.

Despite being insane, the woman clearly knew exactly how to get to Asgore. She was using all of Toriel’s old nicknames for him, and it was arguably one of the most painful things he’d ever heard. More fireballs began to appear- he knew he needed to calm down. He was in immense danger, and letting his blinding rage consume him definitely wouldn’t help. He needed to calm down...

Asgore took a deep breath, before swinging with the trident. A shockwave of cyan energy was sent toward the woman, numerous fireballs also moving in.

Her eyes widened, this time in surprise as she tried to dodge another fireball, and the blast of cyan energy struck her, launching her back.

She flipped through the air, before thrusting her arm down, showing off her long, wicked fingernails. Asgore watched in disbelief as said nails dug into the concrete, bringing her to a stop.

The woman returned to her feet, giggling as she peeled a broken fingernail off of her finger, watching it swell with blood in interest. "You hurt me." She told Asgore, her grin appearing even more sinister somehow. "That's new."

Asgore was horrified. She actually seemed to enjoy the pain, even going so far as to inflict extra on herself by doing that unspeakable act to her own fingernails. He forced himself to keep a straight face rather than visibly cringing.

Despite her odd liking of the pain, Asgore couldn’t afford to get back onto the defensive. The woman was simply too fast. He needed to outsmart her again. The trident remained blue, and he swung it again, more fireballs accompanying a cyan shock wave.

"Not this time, Gorey." She cackled, and ran to one side of the alley, leaping up and using her momentum to literally race up the wall and completely avoid Asgore's attack.

She grabbed onto a balcony, proceeding to rip off a bar and landing deftly back on the ground, eyes lighting up with hunger as she charged toward the King.

Asgore growled as she cracked the whip again, striking his hand. He felt the skin over his knuckles rip slightly, but didn’t dare drop the trident. It shifted to a deep orange, and Asgore swung once again as a ring of fireballs appeared around the woman. They closed in quickly, just as the orange shockwave did the same.

With a shout of triumph, the woman dashed forward, ignoring the fireballs and rushing straight toward Asgore through the orange wave of magic, raising the metal bar she now held and striking at him, who raised his trident to block the attack.

Pain jolted up his arm as he took a step back. He'd almost forgotten how busted up he was from that wreck...

Asgore grit his teeth. He wasn’t proud of what he knew he had to do, but he had to put an end to this quickly before something bad happened to him. He refused to allow the same thing happen to him- the thing that happened to Toriel. He refused to let Frisk lose another parent.

His eyes began to rapidly blink orange and blue, the pattern unseeable due to the speed. Asgore began swinging the scythe, and the woman at first did a good job of keeping up with the pattern- but as soon as she was struck once, it threw her off, and she began taking hit after hit...but didn’t seem to mind much, despite her bleeding.

With one final hit, Asgore launched her into the wall. The brick cracked on impact, and the woman slumped to the ground, appearing dazed for a moment as Asgore raised his trident, aimed at the woman.

"Hngh- you win round one, Fluffybuns... but next time I will have your head for dinner." Throwing aside the bar, she yanked a switchblade out of her back pocket, flipping it open.

Asgore threw the trident, but only struck it into the wall as the woman leaped over it, then bounced off of the trident's handle, propelling herself halfway up the building, before scaling it with the assistance of her blade, using it like a pick.

It only took a few seconds before she was out of sight.

Asgore caught his breath, before the adrenaline quickly wore off and the pain in his arm, hand, and face caught up with him. The trident vanished as he looked back at the alleyway. This was going to be a mess... he’d have to get someone else to pick Frisk up from school today. No doubt he’d be busy for the next few hours...


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And FINALLY. There you have it. The first fight in Voxistale- but it isn't the last, and neither is it the best. There's still plenty more to come. There's still two more chapters in this episode to follow Frisk. We will be following other characters soon, as well. Greg's whereabouts are still a mystery, and who was it that attacked Asgore? Stay tuned to find out. This concludes the tenth chapter of Voxistale. If you have any comments, questions, or concerns, feel free to share. Feedback is always appreciated.

VOXISTALE created by Comic (Adam Caldwell-Byrd) and Mokko (Desmond Teryn)
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