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*Once upon a time, an old tale was retold.
*It was a story of MAN and MONSTER.
*A legend of HOPES and DREAMS.
*A sonnet of LIGHT and DARKNESS.
*This was the story of... Cascade.
*And it is time for this story to end.

Cascade is my take on the classic Underfell alternate universe. However, I wanted to do a bit more than the usual edge and chose to lean more into just a generally darker and lonely story. Kinda ironic given how Frisk has a party member here, huh. Speaking of, let's get into character bios. This will be the first part of three. Just a bit too big to put in one.

Frisk: The Child
*...

Mt. Ebbot. The mountain from which none return. Who would ever even attempt to scale that cursed peak? The brave? The foolhardy? The desperate? Of these, Frisk is all three wrapped into one overall-clad package. After a nasty trip and even nastier fall, they land upon a pile of golden flowers and embark on the most influential journey of their, and an entire civilization's, existence.

Flowey: Your Only Friend
*H-Howdy, friend!
*My name's Flowey. Flowey the Flower!
*You've just fallen down here, haven't ya?
*Hee hee hee...
*You've made the worst mistake of your life, buddy.

Frisk's first encounter is not the friendliest, to say the least. This empty-eyed weed gives the human a warning of what's to come, a world of monsters who want nothing more than to rip their SOUL out. However, at least they have their best friend Flowey to help them out! Despite his attitude and constant reminders about just how dead they are, he's Frisk's only ally on their journey. His help is better than nothing, ...right?

Toriel: Merciful Cremation
*Stay still, m-my child.
*T-t-this is for your own g-good...

A cloaked figure stalks through the crumbling catacombs, flames in hand and stoic expression on her shaded face. However, this was not how she always was. Once, long ago, she was Toriel, Queen of the Monsters. Not long before now, she was the Guardian of the Catacombs and Mother to the Lost. Six have past since, raised and protected by her until their departure from the moldering walls. Once they left, however, they were all slaughtered by the monsters outside, their SOULs offered to their king. Broken by yet more premature deaths, she has since taken up a different vigil. Any human that falls down, must die by her hand. A violent form of mercy, sparing them from the horrors beyond those doors.

Napstablook: Hot Pursuit
*oh... hi there...
*wait... sorry. this is kinda awkward, but...
*you're a human... right...?
*ooohhh... yeah... about that...
*i sorta... gotta take you in...
*sorry... duty calls...
*wee woo... wee woo...

The latest recruit to the Guard, Napstablook is a shy, soft-spoken spirit who doesn't quite know why they're here. According to them, one day they just wandered into the station and was welcomed into the force in about five minutes. Not wanting to disappoint, they halfheartedly asked if there were any assignments or reports for them to... report to. Little did Napstablook know (they actually figured it out pretty quickly), but those guards just sorta took advantage of the new recruit and decided that it seemed like an easy way to get off of some work. Thusly, they were sent to hunt down the underground's most notorious fugitive, the traitorous ex-queen Toriel Dreemurr.

Sans: Empty Smiles
*eheheh... the old ice water trick.
*never get's old.
*c'mon, kid. what's that face for?
*take a hint from your old pal, sans.
*and s m i l e .
*takes a lot less muscles than frowning, y'know?
*not that i would, eheheh...

Sans the Skeleton, Whiteout's local comedian. While his blank stare and broken grin might seem intimidating to the uninitiated, this revenant is more interested in drinking, cracking jokes, and kicking it back. He and his brother only recently moved into Whiteout, having come over from the Capital a few months ago. Since then, the two have been the talk of the town, with Sans being the life of the party and a regular customer at every Grillby's location this side of Ebott. Now his brother, Papyrus...

Papyrus: Buried Mask
A-AHA! A HUMAN!
FINALLY... A TRUE ADVERSARY!
ONE FITTING FOR ME!
THE CHAMPION OF THE PEOPLE!
PROTECTOR OF THE INNOCENT!
AND MASTER PASTA CHEF!
THE GREAT PAPYRUS!
NYEH HEH HEH!

By day, he is Papyrus, a skeletal combat enthusiast and magnificent chef. By night, he is still Papyrus, who uses his magical combat prowess (AND COOKING PROWESS!) to fight crime! While the Great Papyrus is not officially part of the Royal Guard, he works fairly closely alongside with them and is close friends with Chief Undyne. To the people of Whiteout, he's actually quite preferred over the Guard despite his relative ineffectiveness at dealing with crime. Or maybe it's due to that? Regardless, his enthusiasm and confidence is mostly a farce. Beneath the mask lies an anxiety-ridden skeleton, always second-guessing himself who attempts to hide himself behind the physical barrier of his skull-covered uniform and the emotional barriers of bravado.

Greater Dog: K-9 on Patrol
* *muffled bark*

As the primary "bruiser" of the Whiteout Canine Unit of the Royal Guard, the Greater Dog's primary role is to stand around and look tough. Looking tough is about all the big guy's good for as behind the stoic glare of the mask is a soft-faced dog who couldn't really care about fighting. After beckoning them over and removing the helmet, a respite from the cold takes the form of a few puppy kisses and belly rubs.

Grillby: Business Like Wildfire
*.........
*.....I'm busy.....

Grillby's, the warmest place in the cold blizzard of Whiteout. Once a simple dive bar where you could pop a squat and crack open a few drinks, Grillby's has since grown to become a full on franchise and has absorbed pretty much every business in the town. Grillby himself doesn't tend the bar anymore, having delegated that to his old bird buddy, Ken. He now sits in the backroom of the restaurant, taking in his newfound success.

Description
*Once upon a time, an old tale was retold.
*It was a story of MAN and MONSTER.
*A legend of HOPES and DREAMS.
*A sonnet of LIGHT and DARKNESS.
*This was the story of... Cascade.
*And it is time for this story to end.

Cascade is my take on the classic Underfell alternate universe. However, I wanted to do a bit more than the usual edge and chose to lean more into just a generally darker and lonely story. Kinda ironic given how Frisk has a party member here, huh. Speaking of, let's get into character bios. This will be the first part of three. Just a bit too big to put in one.

Frisk: The Child
*...

Mt. Ebbot. The mountain from which none return. Who would ever even attempt to scale that cursed peak? The brave? The foolhardy? The desperate? Of these, Frisk is all three wrapped into one overall-clad package. After a nasty trip and even nastier fall, they land upon a pile of golden flowers and embark on the most influential journey of their, and an entire civilization's, existence.

Flowey: Your Only Friend
*H-Howdy, friend!
*My name's Flowey. Flowey the Flower!
*You've just fallen down here, haven't ya?
*Hee hee hee...
*You've made the worst mistake of your life, buddy.

Frisk's first encounter is not the friendliest, to say the least. This empty-eyed weed gives the human a warning of what's to come, a world of monsters who want nothing more than to rip their SOUL out. However, at least they have their best friend Flowey to help them out! Despite his attitude and constant reminders about just how dead they are, he's Frisk's only ally on their journey. His help is better than nothing, ...right?

Toriel: Merciful Cremation
*Stay still, m-my child.
*T-t-this is for your own g-good...

A cloaked figure stalks through the crumbling catacombs, flames in hand and stoic expression on her shaded face. However, this was not how she always was. Once, long ago, she was Toriel, Queen of the Monsters. Not long before now, she was the Guardian of the Catacombs and Mother to the Lost. Six have past since, raised and protected by her until their departure from the moldering walls. Once they left, however, they were all slaughtered by the monsters outside, their SOULs offered to their king. Broken by yet more premature deaths, she has since taken up a different vigil. Any human that falls down, must die by her hand. A violent form of mercy, sparing them from the horrors beyond those doors.

Napstablook: Hot Pursuit
*oh... hi there...
*wait... sorry. this is kinda awkward, but...
*you're a human... right...?
*ooohhh... yeah... about that...
*i sorta... gotta take you in...
*sorry... duty calls...
*wee woo... wee woo...

The latest recruit to the Guard, Napstablook is a shy, soft-spoken spirit who doesn't quite know why they're here. According to them, one day they just wandered into the station and was welcomed into the force in about five minutes. Not wanting to disappoint, they halfheartedly asked if there were any assignments or reports for them to... report to. Little did Napstablook know (they actually figured it out pretty quickly), but those guards just sorta took advantage of the new recruit and decided that it seemed like an easy way to get off of some work. Thusly, they were sent to hunt down the underground's most notorious fugitive, the traitorous ex-queen Toriel Dreemurr.

Sans: Empty Smiles
*eheheh... the old ice water trick.
*never get's old.
*c'mon, kid. what's that face for?
*take a hint from your old pal, sans.
*and s m i l e .
*takes a lot less muscles than frowning, y'know?
*not that i would, eheheh...

Sans the Skeleton, Whiteout's local comedian. While his blank stare and broken grin might seem intimidating to the uninitiated, this revenant is more interested in drinking, cracking jokes, and kicking it back. He and his brother only recently moved into Whiteout, having come over from the Capital a few months ago. Since then, the two have been the talk of the town, with Sans being the life of the party and a regular customer at every Grillby's location this side of Ebott. Now his brother, Papyrus...

Papyrus: Buried Mask
A-AHA! A HUMAN!
FINALLY... A TRUE ADVERSARY!
ONE FITTING FOR ME!
THE CHAMPION OF THE PEOPLE!
PROTECTOR OF THE INNOCENT!
AND MASTER PASTA CHEF!
THE GREAT PAPYRUS!
NYEH HEH HEH!

By day, he is Papyrus, a skeletal combat enthusiast and magnificent chef. By night, he is still Papyrus, who uses his magical combat prowess (AND COOKING PROWESS!) to fight crime! While the Great Papyrus is not officially part of the Royal Guard, he works fairly closely alongside with them and is close friends with Chief Undyne. To the people of Whiteout, he's actually quite preferred over the Guard despite his relative ineffectiveness at dealing with crime. Or maybe it's due to that? Regardless, his enthusiasm and confidence is mostly a farce. Beneath the mask lies an anxiety-ridden skeleton, always second-guessing himself who attempts to hide himself behind the physical barrier of his skull-covered uniform and the emotional barriers of bravado.

Greater Dog: K-9 on Patrol
* *muffled bark*

As the primary "bruiser" of the Whiteout Canine Unit of the Royal Guard, the Greater Dog's primary role is to stand around and look tough. Looking tough is about all the big guy's good for as behind the stoic glare of the mask is a soft-faced dog who couldn't really care about fighting. After beckoning them over and removing the helmet, a respite from the cold takes the form of a few puppy kisses and belly rubs.

Grillby: Business Like Wildfire
*.........
*.....I'm busy.....

Grillby's, the warmest place in the cold blizzard of Whiteout. Once a simple dive bar where you could pop a squat and crack open a few drinks, Grillby's has since grown to become a full on franchise and has absorbed pretty much every business in the town. Grillby himself doesn't tend the bar anymore, having delegated that to his old bird buddy, Ken. He now sits in the backroom of the restaurant, taking in his newfound success.