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

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comic In the aftermath of the attack on Asgore, Frisk rekindles her relationship with Terrence.
Terrence investigates Greg's absence.
“Maybe he got a schedule change and just happens to have not checked his phone,” Terrence suggested. He and Frisk had been tossing back and forth ideas about why Greg was gone and what he could possibly be up to. So far, Frisk’s favorite was when Terrence had suggested that Greg was busy volunteering at an animal shelter. It was a nice thought, albeit unlikely.

“No, that can’t be it. They don’t change our schedules after two weeks into each class,” Frisk shook her head. The two were seated in a booth at Muffet’s, having decided to switch things up a bit and not go to Grillby’s.

Muffet's was packed, as usual. Ever since the spider monster had stopped adding spiders to all of her meals, her popularity had skyrocketed. Most of her spiders did the grunt work while the young monster herself resided behind the front desk, greeting customers in with her flirty grin and five blinking eyes.

Terrence and Frisk's orders came down from the ceiling, being lowered by a small team of spiders, the plates set down gently in front of them. One of the spiders waved at Frisk before they all shot back up to the ceiling.

"Still creeps me out." Terrence muttered, watching the spiders go.

“Don’t worry, they wash their hands,” Frisk assured him. She’d ordered some crepes, while Terrene had just gotten a bagel. The spiders had brought him a lighter, unsplit, frosted bagel, however.

It was just a donut.

Not that he was complaining.

“So, how was Marine Biology without Greg?” Terrence asked as he took a bite.

“It was pretty boring,” Frisk admitted. “But there were two new students, so I guess it was a little bit eventful.”

"You mean Rian?" Terrence asked. "I had a class with him. He's okay. I'm guessing his girlfriend is the other one you're talking about?"

Frisk blinked. "Are they together?" She asked, and Terrence offered a shrug. "Dunno. Was hard to tell from the way he talked about her."

"And how was Earth Science without Greg?" Frisk asked. Terrence sighed, leaning back. "Empty, honestly. It was kind of weird not seeing his hand shoot up in front of my face at every question Mr. Gagne asked. Even he seemed to be missing Greg." At this, Terrence paused. "Remember when you told me that Mr. Gagne asked Greg to stay after class and Greg acted weird after? What if... these are connected?"

“You really think something that Mr. Gagne told Greg would make him skip classes?” Frisk cocked her head to the side. “I guess we don’t have a better explanation. What could they have talked about, though?”

“No idea,” Terrence admitted, frowning. “Maybe he sent Greg to college early or something. I just wish he’d text back... hey, I have an idea. Since I’m not busy after school, maybe we could go by his place and get our explanation.”

“I... I like that idea,” she smiled warmly. “This is probably a bad time to tell you, but speaking of after school, my dad wants you to come over for dinner.”

Terrence's face darkened with a red tint. "O-oh? Really? Why's that?"

Frisk shrugged. "Nooo idea." She lied, though she wore a smile, her tone teasing. "He set us up on a date, he's inviting you over for dinner... even you could figure this one out."

“Alright, alright, I can put two and two together,” Terrence raised his hands in playful defensiveness. “I’ll come. Just promise me he won’t serve Papasta again. Papyrus is cool and all, but he’s given me so much of that stuff...”

Frisk giggled. “No Papasta. He was actually going to make lasagna last time, but Papyrus must have swapped our ingredients out at some point.”

They both fell silent, before Terrence looked up from the table at Frisk, opening his mouth to speak, before closing it, unsure of how to say what he wanted to say. "Um... Frisk?" He asked. She looked up from her food, raising a brow at him.

"I know... last time you said... no, but... I..." He paused, biting his cheek. "You're... sorta giving me really mixed signals here, not gonna lie."

Frisk paused, quickly realizing that he was right. What was she doing? Just the other day, she’d rejected him, and now she was flirting with him? A sudden pang of guilt coursed through her. She was confusing him, and it wasn’t very fair at all. “I’m- I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t know what’s up with me. I know I haven’t been making a lot of sense, lately...”

"Hey, it's okay, just... you can talk to me." Terrence replied, leaning forward a bit. "You're my best friend, Frisk. I care about you. Just tell me what's going on."

Frisk took a deep breath, before setting both her hands on the table and leaning back slightly.

“I still have feelings,” she admitted, but it had been fairly obvious. “I guess I’m just... scared? Nervous?”

Terrence couldn't help but let a smile tug at his lips. He'd assumed as much, but to hear her say it? "Then... maybe we take it slow this time?" He offered. "I... still like you too, Frisk. I don't think I ever stopped."

Frisk found herself very... happy. This conversation didn’t seem as frightening as it had yesterday. She smiled at him, not looking uncomfortable at all, much to his joy.

“So... does this mean we’re back together?” she asked.

“As long as it’s not too fast for you,” Terrence grinned.

And just like that, their relationship had been rekindled. It was official.

But the excitement was short-lived. Not even a few moments later, Frisk's phone began to buzz.

It was Asgore. Frisk smiled apologetically at Terrence, who just gave her a nod as she answered the phone. She was about to say ‘hello,’ but Asgore spoke first.

“Frisk? Frisk, there’s been an accident,” he said, sounding upset.

Her mood shifted immediately as she held the receiver closer, brow furrowing. "Is everything okay?"

"No. Frisk, I'm having Sans pick you up. I'll see you at home.”

“Wait, did-“ she began, but he’d already hung up. She swallowed, looking at Terrence, as if expecting him to have an answer.

“I... Asgore... he said there was an accident, but he didn’t give me any details...”

Her boyfriend frowned, leaning forward slightly. "Is he okay? Do you need me to do anything?"

"No... I need to call Sans, he'll pick me up here. You just worry about Greg, okay?"

“...Right. I will,” Terrence nodded, but looked like he was worried about a lot of things. He nearly began biting his fingernails, but stopped himself. Frisk had helped him break that habit last year.

Frisk began dialling Sans’s number, hoping he’d pick up- which he always did.

"heya kiddo. on my way. you're at muffet's right?"

Four years ago, Frisk would have asked how Sans could have possibly known that. She'd gotten used to his seeming omniscience in certain matters, and simply stopped questioning it. "Yeah, I'm with Terrence."

"cool. my bike is at the shop so i got one of paps' old cars. terrence can ride with us."

“Okay. Thank you, Sans. I’ll see you soon?”


Frisk tapped on the ‘end call’ button, and looked at Terrence. “Sans will be here soon, he says you can come if you want.”

“Oh, uh... well, I would, but I don’t think that bike can fit all of us,” Terrence replied.

“Goof, he’s gonna be in one of Papyrus’s old cars.“

“Oh. In that case, sure, I’ll come.”

"Guess I'll have Sans drop me off at Greg's. You'll tell me what happened later, right?" Terrence asked, pushing his empty plate slightly away from him, and folding his arms. Frisk gave him a nod in reply before rising to her feet, Terrence following suit.

Usually when Sans was 'on his way' that meant he was right around the corner, and the two of them had become well aware of it.

Sure enough, by the time they’d gotten outside- Terrence oh so generously holding the door- Sans was out front, sitting in a red sports car. Frisk wasn’t even sure if he had a license, but didn’t bother questioning it.

“hey, kiddo,” he greeted her through the rolled-down window, with his usual grin, though Frisk could tell he wasn’t at his happiest.

"Hey Sans." She greeted in reply as Terrence followed her to the vehicle. Once they were both in, she asked her pertinent question on the forefront of her mind. "Sans... do you know what's going on?"

The skeleton gave a slight nod. "uh... yeah. there's been another attack."

"What?" Terrence leaned forward in the back seat. "Who?"

“asgore,” Sans answered. Frisk’s eyes widened with shock, before Sans spoke again. “he’s alright, though. he fought off the person who attacked him.”

Frisk let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, relief washing over her. “Thank god… Sans. Do you know what's happening?" Frisk asked. She'd thought about asking Sans this before, but he usually kept a lot of his knowledge a secret. If there was anybody she knew that might know something, it was him.

Sans didn't look at her as they drove down the street, heading toward Asgore's home. After several moments, he formulated a reply. "i... have a theory." He offered.

Frisk had a few theories of her own, but she wanted to hear what he had to say. She looked at him, waiting for him to continue, which he did after a brief moment of silence.

“i think it’s got something to do with, uh... the person who got to toriel and bp. but... i don’t think it’s the same person. the person who attacked asgore did it in the middle of the day, and killing three innocent people. the ones who attacked bp and tori did it in the shadows, quietly.”

"So... it's a group of people?" Frisk asked. "i think it could be an organization. considering crime has been so low since undyne became an officer, i don't think these are random. it's probably a group of anti-monster radicals. whether they have ulterior motives, or even names... i don't know yet. i'm not sure who's getting attacked next, but toriel and asgore... they're the leading figures in monster rights. burgerpants... i can't think of a reason why they'd select him. possibly he was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"This is... crazy. You really think it's some organization?" Terrence asked.

“i do,” Sans answered with a grim expression on his face. “and i’m worried, too. paps and mettaton are also pretty big representatives for monsterkind, so...”

“So you’re worried they might be next,” Frisk frowned.

“yup,” Sans said. “i’m gonna have to keep a close eye on them. pap, especially.”

“Isn’t there some way to identify the attackers?” Terrence asked. “Like... security camera footage?”

“nope. even the reckless one was smart enough to get asgore into an alleyway with no surveillance. none i know of anyway.”

Frisk felt an overwhelming sense of pressure fall upon her shoulders. Like the whole world was suddenly crumbling on top of her and she was powerless to do anything about it. What could she do? There was seemingly some secret organization of apparently very powerful people targeting monsters... The perfect world that she had finally established was coming apart at the seams, and she felt powerless to stop it. She couldn't even reset it...

“sorry for not taking you to asgore,” Sans said to Frisk as he turned a corner, nearing Greg’s house, where he’d be dropping off Terrence. “but he asked me to take you home.“

“That’s okay. I’m sure he’s busy...” Frisk sighed. She just hoped Asgore would be alright. But judging from how bad the attack sounded, she had her doubts. The car stopped in front of Greg’s driveway. A single, run-down white jeep was there, rusted over.

"Thanks, Sans. I'll see you later ba- uh... Frisk." Terrence's face reddened as he climbed out of the car and shut the door behind him, making his way to Greg's front door. "so you and terry are back together. that's hilarious." Sans winked at Frisk, grinning wider as he put the car in reverse. Somehow, Sans could drive this vehicle despite barely being able to see over the steering wheel.

“Why is that hilarious?” Frisk questioned, knowing that Sans had a strange sense of humor, but she was confused nonetheless.

“because i knew it would happen,” Sans replied simply as they began to drive off. “just a gut feeling, i suppose.”

Terrence watched as Sans and Frisk drove off, before his attention returned to Gregory's front door. He knocked again, but... nothing. "Greg! It's T! Open up, man, I know you're in there!" He called, knocking again- admittedly a little harder this time.

However, upon his more forceful fist, the door creaked open slightly. It had been unlocked and slightly ajar...

“Uh...” Terrence swallowed. He didn’t really want to go inside. Didn’t that count as breaking and entering? But he was just trying to check on his friend, right? Yeah. It would be fine. He pushed the door, and it opened fully, revealing a barely illuminated hallway with several pairs of shoes lined up against the edges of the walls.

The floor was a bit grimy... and he immediately noticed one wall had a fist-sized hole in it. The smell of cigarette smoke and wet dog hit him like a brick.

Coughing as a reaction, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. How the hell did Gregory actually live here?

He slowly entered the homestead, calling for his friend again, but getting no response. The entryway split off in two directions. The living room and the kitchen. The living room had two doorways, likely to bedrooms, and there was another hall that led to the back door, another doorway there that led to a bathroom.

Terrence doubted it was Greg who’d made the place smell like a barbecue pit, so he concluded that it was likely Greg’s mother. He couldn’t help but feel bad for his friend- he knew Greg didn’t have the best home life, but he couldn’t even imagine living in these conditions. There was even some kind of mold growing on the ceiling in some spots. He would genuinely rather sleep outside than in this house.

Terrence took the path leading to the living room, and found that the smell wasn’t any better. A couch was leaned against one of the walls, a rug with several pee stains in front of it, likely from a dog.

"Greg!" He called again.

No response.

Terrence began to feel uneasy. Where could Greg possibly be...? Slowly, he made his way to one of the doorways, peaking past the half-closed door. The room beyond was no doubt Greg's. It appeared clean and organized, a complete contrast to the rest of the house.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. Maybe Greg was just on vacation. Or... judging from the state of this place, maybe child services had taken him. He was already prepared to vomit from the smoky smell by the time he entered Greg’s room.

Just as suspected, Greg wasn’t in there.

The only thing that seemed out of place was a paper sitting on Gregory's desk. It was the only thing not cleaned up or made to look neat like the rest of the room. A torn-open letter lay beside it. Out of curiosity, Terrence grabbed the paper, reading it over.

As his eyes traveled further down the paper, his eyes slowly widened.

Greg was leaving. According to the letter, he'd been accepted early at a college. Lightway University. The best college in the country. Terrence started to feel conflicting emotions at that moment. He read carefully over the paper. Was this what Mr. Gagne had spoken to him about after class the other week? Why hadn’t Greg told him? Or Frisk, even? Had he already left? What was going on?

He was conflicted over taking the letter, instead whipping out his cruddy phone and snapping a picture of it to send to Frisk later. This all just seemed so odd and sudden.


@ThePlayfulFox @EeviumZ @RenzFlintrock @Mokko
So yeah. There's that. I'm gonna be completely honest right now, I thought this might garner at least a little more attention than it has by now, and it's seriously bumming me out. I know I have at least one active viewer in Fox, but... yeah. I'll release chapter 12 next week, still, but for the foreseeable future, that's all. Episode 4 won't come- or at least it'll get delayed. Not gonna lie, I'd really like feedback on this. I'd like to know if this is even any good to outside eyes. Until more people gain interest, next week's chapter will be it.

VOXISTALE created by Comic (Adam Caldwell-Byrd) and Mokko (Desmond Teryn)
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  1. ThePlayfulFox
    Aw man! Sorry that this isn't gaining as much attention as you wanted. Renz and Eevium are very busy these days...
    Oct 6, 2020
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