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channydraws · 4 years ago

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The Warlock and the Witch

In a world of spells and mischief, there lies a Boss Monster who works hard as a professor and the tales of Boss Monsters possessing incredible fire magic. He worked hard, trained hard, using most of his childhood to master his magic for good yet this made his social skills come out pretty rough as he seems full of himself and quite strict. Even then there is much warmth to this Boss Monster who was given the title of “Warlock of Flames” teaching creatures how to use fire magic.

In this hour in the middle of the night, he was looking for ingredients for something that may be useful for his cooking. After all, what use of fire magic if one only knows how to use it to bring destruction and mayhem. As fire can be used to help bring warmth in the cold, bring comfort in the dark, and make food all the tastier. That last bit made him giggle and uses one of his paws to fix his hat.

“Ah, cooked mushrooms sounds good right now. Mushroom soup maybe for today's meal...-”

He felt his ears twitch as he heard something moving in the bushes, sounded a little different than what the average creature that one may normally find in the forest. His eyes narrow as he looks upon the bushes.

“Come out from there. I know someone is there!”

There was not a sound, it was as if whatever it is doesn't believe his words, making him bring up a fireball above his paw.

“If you do not come out, then you may face some burning.”

With that threat out of his mouth the sound of the bushes moving about was heard and there his grey eyes saw a small humanoid figure wearing...

“A witch? No, not just that-”

“What do you want? Is it a crime to roam about the forest at night now?!”

“No, Hmm?!”

There was a loud roar, sounded like it was behind the witch. Most likely they accidentally disturb the creature as they roam about the forest at night or rather, this creature may have thought them as their prey.

“Run to me witch, now!”

“You don't need to tell me that!”

“. . .Get down, right now!”

The witch jumps down out of the way with mushrooms following out of their pockets as the tiger jumps out of the bushes, the Warlock throws the fireball at it. Causing it to be hit by flames directly at its head and it falls in the middle of its jump right behind the witch as it cries in pain, dying as it was consumed up by flames. It was just a snap of a finger where those cries stopped and it's movement ceased. The Warlock slowly walks up to the Witch and bought a paw out to them while the flames themselves died down.

“Are you okay?” He said with a neutral tone and expression.

The witch looks up to him, their red eyes meeting those lifeless grey ones as if telling one that he holds much knowledge but even with knowledge... something was missing that caused those eyes to be what they are. The witch was about to grab his paw but then moves their hand away, picking themselves up as if being stubborn of accepting help. They started to brush the dirt and dust of off them and then pick up their hat.

“I didn't need the help.”

“I was correct, you are also human. It is rare for me to spot a human in this forest.

“What was your first clue?”

“Your skin.”

“I wasn't being serious with that question! Why do you even care?”

“It's interesting, I thought I knew everything that is about this forest and here you are.” He said as he looks upon the mushrooms that got all dirty up from the ground they landed on.

“Were you looking for ingredients?”

“. . .Yes”

“For what?”

“I wanted to figure something out with them.”

“There are plenty that mushrooms could do. Sadly, all I know to do with them is to make food.

“Food?! You can do more with certain mushrooms! You could even make medicine!”

“. . .Medicine, isn't really my... forte.”

He felt their red eyes looking upon him, his white furry face, and those paws they saw of his reminded them of monsters like Toriel or Asriel.

“Do you know Toriel?” The human asked.

“Ah, I... Do... But, we're not directly related. I'm from a late Dreemurr family that has passed away. I'm the only one left of my “Dreemurr” family. I live alone in these forests, a little cottage that is a little hard to spot. Unless you know the signs.”

“That's weird, you're weird.”

“I could say the same about you, human.”

“It's Witchi!”

“Huh?”

“My name! It's Witchi!”

“Witchi?”

“Before you say anything dumb. It's Ichi but mom thought it would be cute if it was like wit-chi instead because she was-”

“Your mother was THAT human witch I presume.”

“You know?”

“. . . Gossip has a way of spreading quickly. I only learn of this news once it was too late and when I was of older age. It's not something that people stop talking about. Now, this leads me to ask. Who do you live with?”

“. . .”

“Do you not have someone living with you, what about your fath-”

“Do not even mention him.”

“ . . .Ah, sorry. . .” He spoke softly as he looks upon their red eyes that were staring at him, eyes that hold flames of anger, perhaps of revenge.

“Regardless of your living condition, do you mind coming with me to my cottage?”

“Why should I come with you?”

“Well, I cannot just eat that roasted animal all by myself and cooked lion meat is pretty good therefore it would be a shame to have it go to waste if I cannot finish it.”

“Hmm. . . Fine.”

As they answered they saw the Warlock pickup the lion using both of his paws. “Stick close.” He said as he started heading to his home.

As the witch followed the Boss Monster they will take notice of them looking at the tree, grass, and other little details while explaining to them why he is doing so. Like the fungi on the tree points to the direction of the cottage, the burn marks around the tree was those he made to help make sure to remind him he was going to the right track and some of the grass was shorter than the ones deeper in the forest telling him home was close by. Soon, it was there the Witch saw the small cottage made out of stone with a single-window and chimney. By the side were a little building, a stump, a stack of wood, and an ax that was used to cut the wood in half.

“We are here, sorry if it wasn't what you expected. I'm a simple creature with a simple life, with simple wants and needs.”

As he walks up to his door he realized it would be rather hard for him to turn the knob of the door to open it.

“Witchi, could you open my door, please. I don't want to drop the animal and it would save us time.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” They said as they turn the knob and open the door.

“Go ahead, you can enter first.”

“. . .Alright.”

As Witchi enters the house, they could see the single large room. It had a fireplace, a round wooden table at the center, a few tool stools which can be used as chairs, a little section for doing laundry, a little section for storing food, a section for cooking which was close to the fireplace, two smaller rooms one of those being a small bedroom. All and all it was a simple home with the basic needs to live.

The Warlock enters his home and spoke. “Sorry if it isn't much, I'm just that simple of a creature.”

With that said he placed the burned creature near the cooking area. Taking out some sharp tools as he starts taking bits and pieces out of the tiger.

“Could you bring me some of my stone bowls, I can place our share into each of them. I know some ways to make it taste even better.”

The witch looks about the food area just to see a few wooden bowls on a counter, grabbing them and passing them to the Warlock who had a sharp fork and knife, pulling out the good meat bits and places them in the bowls. It wasn't a pretty sight but hey, at least the tiger was already dead and cooked. It would be some time until both of their bowls were filled.

“Go ahead and take a seat. I'll bring you your food.”

Taking their bowls he uses his magical flames to heat up the bowls and what was inside them. Going to one of the counters he takes out some spices and starts mixing it with the meat. It would be only a moment until he walks over to the table and places the bowl of meat in front of Witchi while placing one where he was be sitting. A seat across from the witch.

“Why are you doing all this?”

He heard the Witch ask the question. It really had no reason to. Just some company was enough to warrant it.

“I'm just a lonely warlock, all I do is teach students and go back home. Not many people care about my company. After all, my “Dreemurr” family is all but gone. Who wants to spend time with an old creature like me and what's worse is I won't age anymore until I have children. Well, I look slightly young, I'm a young adult at the very least haha.”

He gives a quiet laugh as if to hide his loneliness as he looks upon the human taking a bit out of the tiger meat. Seems like it was pretty good, had a good spice to it. Seems like this Warlock had some experience in cooking.

“This is really good, I didn't expect meat like a tiger could be this tasty.”

“Ah! I'm glad you like it. With spices and the right ingredients you can make something that tastes alright into something that could make one's mouth water.”

“Soooo, You're all alone?”

“For the most part. Just me, the students I see as the academy and whatever lies in the forest until I return to my little cottage here. I don't get many visitors besides the occasion small animal that comes to ask me for some food.”

He took a bite out of the meat, giving a soft sigh with his peaceful life.

“Why did you tell me about how to get to your place?”

“I thought if you want to visit someone you can come to visit me. I'll be happy to have your company once and awhile Witchi.”

“Me, give you company? You are strange. I am no one special especially for some warlock like yourself.”

The Warlock places his bowl down as he looks upon the witch.

“Not true, I see greatness within you. A fire in your eyes that reflects your soul.”

“. . .”

“You may be silent and unaware of your potential but I see it. Even if your eyes show anger, sadness about what has happened in your life. You are strong, strong to keep moving forward, and keeping the flames of your soul lit up bright.”

As he spoke he saw the human standing up from their seat. “Thank you for the food, I-”

“Wait! Hear me out!” He said as he raised his paw up gesturing to hold on. The human just stares at him, keeping still. Watching as the same paw went to his hat.

“I've been looking for someone to be my pupil. Yet, none of those students I have has no fire in their hearts. No passion at all and just content with doing what they have now. You, You want to do something more! You're the only one I have said this to so...”

He slowly takes off his hat, revealing a hornless white goat with grey eyes that seem rather dull. “Would you be my pupil in my arts of flames?”

Witchi stares at him intensely thinking about his proposal. They looked like someone they knew and yet there were differences that were apparent. “I'm not sure fire magic is something I need to know. I don't want to hurt people even if I want-.”

“No, no, no! Understand that fire isn't just about destruction, it can be a source of light as well. It brings warmth, it can help light a dark path to help you or others and most importantly you need a way to defend yourself. What fire is depends on the user, without fire we as a civilization would be nothing and blinded by the darkness.”

“. . .What's your name?”

“My name?”

“Yes, your name. What is it?”

“. . .My mother named me Asriel. My parents were not very creative with naming. I normally just call myself the Warlock of Flames the title I've earned. I. . . Didn't have many friends, I used up all of my childhood to master my fire magic. . .”

The witch took another moment to think, Asriel... Just like the one they knew. How old was he to share the same name and surname? Yet, his eyes bothered them. . .So dull, was that because of this loneliness. If they become his pupil maybe that would help him. Learn fire while befriending someone who has no friends, no family. Perhaps that was a reason good enough to. Even then, it wasn't something they would admit straight up.

“Asriel, Warlock of flames. I. . . I decided to be your pupil.”

They could see those grey eyes shine just a little as if a flame sparked in them. Then a smile was seen.

“I am happy to hear that, Witchi. My pupil! Tonight, we will have a lovely meal and I will walk you home if you wish. When you visit me, I will be happy to start your lessons.”

"Okay, Teacher."

With that marked the beginning of their friendship, a lonely mentally old man making his first friend and pupil in the ways of the flame. Now, his future doesn't seem all so lonely anymore. Perhaps because the teachings were of fire perhaps it made the witch think. Maybe in some situations, that fire can help bring others closer like sharing a campfire and telling stories. Regardless. . .Learning fire may be useful during their adventures. Who knows, perhaps even a witch can teach a warlock some new tricks.

THE END

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The Warlock of flames now has children on his hands.

Again, this story is very good Seth!

#<333 #fanfic #chara #frisk #asriel dreemurr #asriel #goatbro #spells&mischief #submission

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for-a-flower · 5 years ago

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Laboratory

Frisk rushed over the bridge across a lava flooded ravine below. Sweltering heat threatened to rob his remaining strength. Once he had reached the other side, Frisk stopped to catch his breath and glanced back. Undyne's pace had slowed considerably. She was making her way across the bridge but the heat was clearly getting to her. Being a fish in full metal armor, she took a toll from the burning air. Still, she forced herself on. "Armor . . . so . . . hot," she mumbled.

Frisk backed away as Undyne continued toward him. Only a moment later, she had reached Frisk’s side of the bridge but collapsed on dry ground a few feet from the child. Frisk’s eyes darted over the immediate area. She would die if he left her here. He didn’t want that. The child noticed a water cooler a few yards off and dashed for it. He swiped a cup then clicked down on the little switch. When the cup was full, Frisk reluctantly approached Undyne and dumped the water on her scaly, blue head. As soon as the contents of the cup had gone, Frisk quickly backed away and sat down to wait. He managed to catch his breath. His body still ached from the hits he had taken, but since there wasn't any physical damage the pain was fading.

Undyne finally groaned. She slowly lifted herself from the dry ground. Frisk jumped to his feet and backed away further. Undyne stared at him for a moment. Frisk did his best to give her a smile. She didn't speak to him. She simply turned and walked away. The child watched her cross the bridge and continue back toward Waterfall. Frisk sighed then glanced to the stand where Sans had been. The skeleton was gone. Frisk went back to the water cooler to get another cup of water. He was worn out and needed this chance to rest. As he leaned against the cooler to drink from the cup, he felt a little strength coming back to him. He thought about why Undyne had paused when he asked to be friends. He had managed to get her attention but why. Frisk finished the cup of water and reached to fill it again. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was.

As he took another drink, Frisk’s attention turned toward a large building ahead. There was a sign above the door that read, Lab. He felt like he was getting closer to the end. He knew that he had to reach the king's castle and travel through it. He also knew that Asgore Dreemurr, the monster king, would be waiting for him. By now, Frisk had heard a lot about the king. But the name Asgore didn't sound as if it belonged to a monster as nice as other monsters described. Frisk had a horrible feeling, like he was walking toward a horrendous death. He frowned. He had to make it out somehow. He wanted to see his parents again. Frisk almost dropped the cup when a yellow light flashed in front of him. His line of thought was gone immediately.

Frisk reached to fill his cup with water again. If anything, his determination would get him through this. He was beginning to realize that he was practically unstoppable. However the problem with having power to go back, was having to fail to begin with. As far as Frisk was aware, he'd have to die every time. That was something he couldn’t deal with forever . . . the pain. Frisk thoughts were getting frightening. He could keep living as long as he was determined enough, but he'd also experience the agony of every failure on the way. Frisk shook his head. He'd have to keep trying his hardest not to die. He'd need to be more alert and ready.

"If you really want that, keep fighting for it," said a dull voice.

Frisk actually did drop the cup this time. It hit the ground, spilling water on dry, cracked dirt. He looked around but no one was there. "No," he said out loud. "I'm not going to do that anymore!" Frisk didn't see anyone but he could hear the voice clearly.

"Why not? Don’t you want to make it out alive?"

Frisk responded to it again, half assuming he was still arguing with himself somehow. "I do, but I don't want to kill any more just to make my journey easier," he said. Maybe the Underground had a magic spell that made this possible. He didn’t know for sure. Either way it was strange and uncomfortable to be talking to a nameless voice.

"You should listen to the flower," the voice replied. "He might be cruel, but he's got the right idea."

What was this? Was Frisk having an audible conversation with his darker side? "Who are you?" he asked the voice.

"The sensible side of your conscience telling you that you aren't going to make it out unless you are willing to fight." Frisk sighed and glanced down. The voice continued. "The monsters are fighting you for their freedom, why can't you do the same? They aren't hesitating to kill you. You should protect yourself better."

"Why should I protect myself if I can go back to try again if I fail?"

A pause followed. "You're making a mistake," said the voice.

"Maybe I am, but I'll know really soon, won't I?" Frisk continued toward the entrance of the lab. His dark hair was a frizzy mess after the confrontation with Undyne. He wasn’t expecting the doors to slide open automatically when he reached it. Frisk peeked into a shadowed room on the other side. He snuck in to look around. The door shut behind him, leaving the child in near darkness. Frisk stopped. He couldn’t see anything. At least it was refreshingly cool inside. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed a faint light against the left wall. He cautiously moved toward it and found a large screen mounted on the wall. Displayed on it was an image of him. Frisk stepped right then left. The image followed his movements. He turned around to look up at the ceiling. There had to be a camera up there, but he couldn’t see it in the dark. Frisk ran a hand through his messy hair as he realized what this meant.

Someone was watching him. How long though? Since he had entered the Underground? Since he stepped into this lab? Maybe they knew what he did to Toriel. Frisk stared at the screen in fear for several seconds before letting out a sigh. No, that couldn't be possible. Toriel had kept the door to the Ruins locked. Feeling somewhat safer for the moment, Frisk slowly moved deeper into the dark lab. He bumped into a wooden desk, accidentally knocking off a stack of paper. He tried to catch them, sending several fluttering over the floor before the rest hit with a smack. Frisk cringed. He stepped around the desk and continued more cautiously this time. He heard the swish of a sliding door further in. Frisk froze. Someone had come in, mumbling something about seeds. The child frantically searched for a place to hide.

The monster shuffled around a moment then flicked on the lights. Bright white light flooded the large room before Frisk could successfully conceal himself. He squinted as he turned and saw a short, lizard-like monster wearing a lab coat. She noticed Frisk standing in the room and gasped. Her green eyes nervously darted around the room. "Oh my goodness! I didn't expect you to show up so soon! I haven't showered, the lab's all messy, and . . ."

“Oh, I don't mind," said Frisk. “My room at home is probably just as messy.”

The monster paused to calm herself down. She stepped closer and waved. "Um . . . Hiya." She smiled. "I'm Dr. Alphys. I'm Asgore's royal scientist!”

Frisk smiled back. "Nice to meet you."

“And don’t worry! I'm . . . not one of the bad guys," she added. "Actually, since you stepped out of the Ruins, I've um . . ." She glanced away nervously, her cheeks blushing a little. "Been observing your journey through my console. Your fights . . . your friendships . . . everything!" Frisk's smile faded to a surprised stare. Alphys laughed a bit. "I was originally going to stop you, but . . . watching someone on a screen really makes you root for them. So, uh . . . now I want to help you!"

Frisk tilted his head a little. “Really?”

Alphys nodded. "Yeah! With my knowledge, I could easily guide you through Hotland and the Core!"

"I thought I was going to the castle. Where’s that?"

"Oh, the castle is in the center of the capital passed Hotland and the Core," said Alphys. "I can help you get there safely so . . . don't worry! I know a way right to Asgore's castle, no problem."

Frisk smiled. "Okay, cool."

Alphys paused to glance away. "Well . . . actually, um . . . there's just a tiny issue. A long time ago, I made a robot named Mettaton. Originally I built him to be an entertainment robot. Uh, you know, like a robotic TV star or something. Anyway . . ." Alphys reluctantly took another step toward Frisk. "Recently I decided to make him more useful. You know, just some small, practical adjustments." Frisk nodded in understanding. "Like um . . . anti-human combat features?"

Frisk stepped back. "What?"

Alphys started sweating and tapped her clawed fingers together. "Of course when I saw you coming, I immediately decided I have to remove those features!" She glanced away again. "Unfortunately, I may have made a teensy mistake while doing so . . . and um . . ." She paused to take a deep breath before blurting out the rest. "Now he's an unstoppable killing machine with a thirst for human blood!" Alphys laughed nervously. "But, um, hopefully we won't run into him, right?"

“Uh . . . yeah.” Frisk nodded slowly. A loud thud echoed through the lab and shook the floor beneath them.

Alphys gasped. "Oh no!" She and Frisk frantically looked around as several following thuds shook the room.

A mechanical voice echoed through the walls. "Oh yes!" it said. The left wall blew inward and a large rectangular robot entered the lab with a mic in one hand.

“We’re in trouble,” muttered Alphys.

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clevercatchphrase · 5 years ago

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You Monster Chpt. 36

(This story is also on AO3, under the same username as here! I am no longer linking the chapters, or else tumblr would hide the entire post from the search results!)

It feels like time has stopped moving. Maybe it had. A thousand thoughts flicker through your mind, but when you open your mouth, not one can seem to find its way out. You don’t understand.

Flowey. Your very best and oldest friend, enslaving your new friends in painful chains yet grinning at you as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. The juxtaposition doesn’t make sense in your eyes, and it’s downright unsettling. You don’t understand. You just don’t understand.

“Flowey…” you say, the name loaded with disbelief and pain and betrayal all at once. There’s so much you want to say and you don’t know where to begin. Your jaw works, your throat swallows, and at last you manage to choke out a single syllable word; ”Why?”

“What, it isn’t obvious?” The flower chuckles, tipping his head to one side in a nonchalant motion. “To get the six human souls of course! I know Asgore wouldn’t let me anywhere near them. Not after our last encounter. So I needed a distraction to occupy his attention while I nipped in and grabbed them from right under his nose! That distraction… was you~!” He winks and pokes his tongue out, smiling as if this was one big practical joke.

“Why?” you ask again, a bit more passionate this time as your wits slowly start to return. “What do you need the souls for?”

“Duh, to become a god, of course!” The flower scolds you for asking such a stupid question. “To become a being so powerful that I can control reality! To rewrite history! To unwind time and fix the past so nothing ever went wrong! But I’m not there yet. I need seven human souls to become a god, but the king only had six! So you know what that means, don’tchya?”

The vines of your cage start to shift and close in as Flowey brings you down to his level. Instinctively you try to shrink in on yourself, away from that cold, empty smile of his.

“I need one more. And you’re going to hand it over.”

Screams of outrage and protest ignite from behind the golden flower, and you hurriedly look up at your petrified friends. You had almost forgotten they were there.

“Flower, if you do not release us at once, I vow I will turn you to cinders!” Toriel warns.

“Weed, if you dare hurt MY FRIEND, so help me I will punch your petals off!” Threatens Undyne.

Promises of similar caliber are made by the rest of your friends, each swearing the flower would regret it if he dare harms a single hair on your head.

Flowey merely ‘hm’s a single snort of humor, and constricts his vines around their mouths to shut them up, not even doing so much as to spare them a glance as he silences them. The gags only make your friends fight back harder, but with a flick of a leaf, Flowey violently coils his vines, squeezing the air out of their lungs until they’re left gasping in his grip.

You find that you’re having trouble breathing yourself. He’s hurting your friends. Monsters you care about are suffering because of you. It’s your worst fear come to life.

“So what will it be?” He teases. “Are you going to cooperate and make this easy for me? Or will you make it painful for you?”

“Stop! You’re hurting them!” You beg. “Please, just let them go, and I promise you can have my soul!”

You can feel the eyes of your friends staring at you in horror and despair, but you refuse to look up. This had been your initial goal anyway, hadn’t it? To give up your soul so the monsters you had come to love and call family could go free? Wasn’t this much the same thing now? You can’t bear to see them get hurt because of you- get tortured for you. You won't allow it.

The flower blinks at you once. And then starts to giggle. Then chuckle. Next he doubles over in full-blown laughter, howling uncontrollably as if he’s heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Let them go?” Flowey says when he finally recovers from his fit. “And risk revolt when I’m finally so close to fixing everything? Oh, of course I’ll let them go! NOT! Besides, I’m going to need all the extra magic I can get to pull this off!”

“W-well, then you can’t have my soul then!” You challenge. “I-I’ll never give up fighting you until you release them!”

“Ah, I see you’ve decided to do this the painful way,” Flowey sighs. A low droning noise, like the wrrr of an engine steadily rises from the edge of your hearing until it becomes a shrill, deafening shriek. “But I think you’ll find there was never going to be much of a difference! After all, there is one other way I can get the equivalent power of a human soul!”

The sound gets louder and louder until it’s borderline unbearable, surpassing the barrier of “sound” and into the physical world that your whole body feels compressing every single one of your atoms until you can even see it crack the air in two-!

And then the world goes blinding white.

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He absorbs the souls as easily as his roots absorb water, and the sheer lack of resistance they provide almost make him want to laugh. The few times he had tried to take them by force while the king’s back was turned had proved futile each attempt. The spells Asgore had placed upon them to keep them under lock and key had been too strong for him to break with what little magic he knew, but this was entirely different.

He had always assumed that merely getting to the souls would be just the first hurtle, while combining them into this sorry excuse of a body would have been the second, but instead they readily yield to him, he can’t believe it was this easy.

The second his roots come into contact with them, his whole world erupts with sensation. Emotions, raw and pure and unfiltered surge through him. Anticipation, curiosity, fear, reluctance, spite, confusion, all old but felt anew. It had not occurred to him just how far gone his memory of the feelings were until he had them all again.

Half a dozen minds blink awake from their limbo-like slumber as they combine with his own, and he spurs them into action before they can protest. With each soul he acquires, he feels his power magnify ten-fold. The magical prowess of Boss Monsters became pitiful. The ancient spell of the barrier? Insignificant. The confines of the earth? Meaningless. The grandeur of the cosmos and the very universe began to pale compared to his ability and soon- the very fabric of reality and time would follow suit.

Finally. Finally, after waiting so long he felt whole again. He felt alive again. He felt ready to finish what he had started.

Capturing them all had been so easy. Coiling his vines around them and tucking each monster in the room away in their own little box had hardly taken any effort. His magic felt limitless now. All he had to do was think an action- barely think any action- and it seemed like his vines were racing one another to finish the task first. Awed by his own ability, their cries of panic barely registered in his ears.

And then he saw the human’s face. That curious expression they wore tickled him- genuinely tickled his nonexistent stomach, bubbling up inside his stem and threatened to make him burst out laughing. They look so confused, so scared. So betrayed, as if finally understanding a joke, only to realize they were the punchline the entire time.

He tried asking them nicely for their soul, to give them a chance to cooperate, to surrender willingly so things didn’t have to get messy, but unfortunately (predictably) they denied his request, just needing to do it the hard way.

They had tried to bargain with him. To trick him to take a trade where he’d get the inferior deal, and he did laugh at that, wholly, genuinely chuckled and choked. As if they ever had a choice in the matter. So what if they wouldn’t willingly forfeit their soul to him? He had six human souls and the powers of a near omnipotent god. What’s more, theirs wasn’t the only soul in the room.

And taking those was oh so easy as well. With a single breath, he closed his eyes and expanded his essence, his very will, up and up, out and out, calling forth the monster souls that resonated back at him in turn. As simple as thought he ordered them to join him and they did so unquestioningly, the six in the room, the hundreds storming into New Home, the thousands in every corner of the Underground, flying to him like moths to a flame, compounding his power exponentially by the second. And with this new limitless well of magic, he began to transform, to change, to revert back to what he knew he once was- to what he should have been all along.

Asriel Dreemurr opens his eyes.

The barrier room, once ominously scored by the ever-present low hum by the impenetrable force field has gone eerily silent, and the foreboding overcast light of the noon-high sun has completely vanished. The entire world itself seems to have gone dark and cold, as if holding its breath and waiting for the silence to shatter. The entire fate of the world, for good or for bad, was hinged on this pivotal moment, just waiting for one side to tip. Only one thing pierced through the endless black, one small, fragile, insignificant speck that lay cowering before him. So tiny compared to his power that they didn’t even register on his awareness. Turing towards the vacant sky, Asriel spoke.

“Chara, can you hear me?” He says to the void, a nervous giddy in his tone. “I know I messed up. I know I let you down, but I’m going to make things right. It’s not much longer now. I’m going to back to unto my mistakes. I’m going to fix it! I’m going to fix everything!”

And with a great swell, Asriel lifts his arms and feels himself transforming again, into the god he now was, into a creature befit to wield his unfound power, vast and towering.

“Why?!” A tiny voice yells. “Flowey, why are you doing this?!”

The god of ten thousand stolen souls but no soul to call his own blinks and looks down at the unimportant ant before him. They were still here??? Ugh! Whatever! He guesses it's only fair to explain it to their tiny brain before they're wiped from the records of history.

“Isn’t it obvious?” The martyr prince bellows. “To undo time, of course! With this power, I can go back! I can make sure our original plan succeeds! I’ll make so I never let them down! I’ll show them I never doubted them!”

“Undoing time…” the child says, mystified, before their face becomes etched with horror. “But… but if you go too far back, nearly all the monsters will-!”

“Perish? Unfortunately.” Asriel says with airy indifference. “But don’t think of it as dying. Sure, their bodies and souls as they are may be destroyed, but they’ll have to chance to be born again, if fate allows. It won’t be permanent. They’ll all come back. Probably.”

Ten thousand identities swirl inside him, compressed into one until their sense of self is completely eroded away, leaving only their basal emotions behind. Their confusion and fear fed back into his own, and with a grunt of annoyance, he shoves the feelings aside as not to distract him, but the task was like sweeping away a puddle; no matter how hard he tried, their emotions kept trickling back into his own.

With a great effort, he ignores their feelings and instead focuses on his now-stolen magic.

Primordial magic, thrumming with energy and life, coils at his fingertips. Lifting both arms Asriel calls the magic to his forefront, picturing the place and time he needed to be. Shutting off all outside noise, he sharpens his concentration, focuses all his power to one point of singularity, and reaches-

And to his absolute amazement, he could feel it working! A numbing tingle radiating through his form as years and decades and centuries begin to melt away as he searches for his destination. He was almost there, and if he could just touch it-

“NO!”

With a violent jerk, his hold on the timeline is ripped from his claws, and suddenly he’s back in the present. Something- or someone- has denied him access to the past. Someone was fighting him. Resisting him.

Refusing him.

Looking down, Asriel Dreemurr sees that small speck, that single inconsequential human stand up and defy him.

“Flowey, don’t do this,” the human says meekly, barely able to maintain eye contact with him. “We’re… we were friends, right? Friends wouldn't do this to other people! Friends wouldn’t do this to each other!”

Anger, true unbridled anger, ignites within him, setting his nerves alight in white-hot rage. How dare they? How DARE they?! Trying to stop him when he was so close! Trying to thwart him when he was inches away from fixing EVERYTHING!

“NO! NOT YOU! I was never friends with you!” Asriel screams. “Don’t you get it? You were just a stand in! A place holder! I’m going back to the real Chara! MY Chara!"

ugh! How had he EVER put up with this irritating substitute for so long??? Thinking they're so high and mighty! Thinking they can do whatever they want, trying to ruin his plans after he's come so far! If they won’t give up their soul, if they won’t let him win, then they could just DIE! NO ONE would get in his way anymore!

With one giant paw, Asriel swipes the air, sending a compression wave with the force of a freight train behind it slamming into the human. And with no way to escape, the child is hit with the blast as full force and sent tumbling back one hundred, two hundred feet like a rag doll, where they lay unmoving.

A grim smile curls on Asriel’s lips at their motionless form, anticipating a sense of satisfaction to follow- but to his shock, he’s met with a gut-wrenching twist of horror that stabs deep in his chest like a lightning strike into the phantom hollow where once was his very own soul.

Howling in pain, the soulless god falls to his knees, desperately clawing at his chest in a vain attempt to gouge out the source of his agony.

“What?! What is this?” He pants, unable to draw in enough air. A small noise catches his ear, and he strains to look and finds the human struggling to sit upright with a tremendous effort. At once the bitter, crushing blanket of sorrow is extinguished by an icy wave of relief at the sight of them alive and kicking, leaving him weak-kneed and weary.

They’re alive. They’re alright. He didn’t hurt them as bad as he thought. They were going to be okay.

“What did you- how did you-?!” The soulless god demands, blinking in confusion, until, slowly, it begins to dawn on him what’s happening.

Even though not a one can recall a single thing about their individual self, the tumultuous slurry of thousands upon thousands of monster souls within him are crying out in regret and hope seeing their adopted human struggle in the fight for their life. These feelings of grief and joy at the sight of the human… they weren’t his. They were theirs.

“No, this feeling... I didn’t want this. I don’t want to feel this! Cut it out!”

“'Your Chara...?'” the human coughs, realizing what Asriel had said and piecing it together. And from where they lay, Asriel sees their eyes go wide with understanding. “No way... Flowey… You’re- You are-“

Like a nightmare, the human rises to their feet, calm and careful, and the soulless god desperately tries to scramble away from them. But no matter how fast they tried to scurry, the human inches ever nearer, closing the gap between them.

No… NO! He can’t let them reach him! H-he can’t let them touch him! If they do, th-they’ll steal his power and he’ll lose his chance for good! Not after all he had to do to get this far! He can’t let them get close!

Desperate for some kind, any kind of escape, Asriel reaches within himself, calling forth the first soul he could find. The cyan soul answers his call.

“Take me back!” he orders, mentally grabbing the soul with his will. The room flickers and time stutters and rewinds, until-

-the flower tears through every book in the library searching for even a single scrap of information on his condition. All the books in the capital’s library had been no help, and every report in Alphys’ lab had been filled with too much scientific jargon for him to make heads or tails of. From what he could gather, never before in monster history has a monster been brought back after dying. Dust, or no dust, soul or no soul, it was thought to be impossible. For all that he knew he was the first, last, and the only. A fluke. A miracle. A mistake.

He forces himself to be careful and patient, putting each book back on the shelf from where he took it instead of chucking it across the room in outrage when it proves to be useless to him, despite really really wanting to so some poor sucker got stuck with cleaning them up.

All of the monsters he had encountered since leaving New Home had not recognized him, and worse, he didn’t recognize them, which scared him more than he could handle.

Desperate and afraid he lashed out to the first and only monster that had approached him- a gangly skeleton- and had nearly paid the ultimate price when the brother of the skeleton retaliated back.

Those skeletons lived in Snowdin, and he’d be damned if the short one found out he trashed their public library.

He wants to yell when he’s gone through virtually every book in the library and learned nothing useful. Frustrated, he abandons his quest to undo this curse placed upon him for another day. In the meanwhile he humors himself with daydreams of what-could-have-beens and self-pitying wishes. He dwells a lot on the fantastical idea of rewinding time- a theory he just so happened to pick up from one of those useless library books he read. If only he could get his vines on a human soul…

The cyan soul fights against Asriel as soon as the memory ends, squirming free from his hold like a frightened bird and reclaiming its autonomy in the process.

“No!” the soulless god cries out, desperately reaching for it, but the soul is wary now and won’t be caught so easily again.

“Flowey,” A calm voice says and the martyr prince looks back to see the human steadily marching towards him.

“S-stay away from me!” Asriel roars, his terror barely covered by his rage. In a panic, the martyr prince twists his head around, looking for any place to flee and finding none. “I said stay back!” He warns, raining fire and stars and technicolored comets around the human, tripping them up once more.

Worry immediately paralyses him when they stumble, afraid he’s hurt them again, but after an agonizing minute, they shakily get to their feet and advance once more.

‘NO!’ the martyr prince thinks to himself, and searches for escape. Once again, he looks within himself and calls forth another soul. This time the orange soul answers his call.

“Take me back!” He demands, and once again time skips and stutters, until-

-his entire world was fire and pain ever mounting by the second. In a desperate attempt to end his own misery, he had returned to where it all began, where he had been unknowingly brought back against his will.

There were many unique ways one could have offed themselves down in Alphys’ true lab if they were willing to get creative, but he hadn’t much cared about presentation or the aftermath. All he wanted was something quick and hopefully painless. The various acids the Royal Scientist had access to seemed simple enough.

No sooner had he doused his soil in a dozen bottles of the liquid with names he couldn’t pronounce did he begin to regret his choice as the chemicals took their sweet time to soak to his roots. What if the poisons weren’t potent enough? What if it didn’t kill him and left him in a new kind of limbo of never-ending suffering?

He screeched in pure agony when the first drop of acid hit his roots, wanting desperately to withdraw into the earth, but knowing he couldn’t because he’d essentially dive face first into a torture of his own making. He continued to scream in pain for minutes on end as the deadly poison seeped up his stem, trying to tear his own roots out of the ground in a vain attempt to escape.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to die. What would happen to a being with no soul when it died? Where did its consciousness go, if anywhere at all? He was afraid to find out.

At one point he had stopped fighting against the pain, his xylem choked and starved of air from his chemical bath. Wilting over the lip of his pot, he half-heartedly resigned to his end, finally getting what he wanted as his vision began to fail and the world went black.

But then- just as the pain began to ebb, it started anew with a fresh wave of torture stronger than all the acid he had doused himself in, and he began to wonder if this was the afterlife- an eternal never-ending agony brought about by his own choice to die.

He begged to any god listening for mercy, please have mercy, and if they were not willing to be merciful, then to just destroy him for good once and for all so he wouldn’t have to hurt anymore, and then-

He realized he was shouting and his voice was working, and if his voice was working then maybe the rest of him could too, and the flower opened his eyes.

“Oh thank GOD I got to you in time,” the yellow lizard shutters with relief, placing down a needle and plunger labelled ‘DT EXTRACT’. “I-I w-was so af-fraid I lost you.”

“Why?” He croaks, unable to understand. Unable to comprehend. “Why did you bring me back?”

“Bec-cause e-everything’s going wrong!” Alphys cries, clawing at her own face as she trembles on the verge of tears. “I th-thought I h-had a cure! I thought I-I f-found a way to save them! B-but all the fallen monsters I injected w-with DT have m-melted together! I c-can’t return them t-to their f-families like this! I c-can’t let A-Asgore know about this! Y-you were stable. You’re the only one wh-who stayed stable! I c-couldn’t lose you too. I can’t af-fford another screw up!”

The royal scientist falls to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably into her claws.

He’s just about to demand he explain what she’s talking about when several melting creations lumber and lurch into the room. Mute with horror, he watches as they surround her in apparent concern, their bodies dripping and shifting as they try to hold her, and themselves, together.

When her episode passes and her hiccups have left her, Alphys finally wipes her eyes and looks up at the monsters surrounding her and apologizes to what she had done to them. She turns to the table to apologize to the flower too, but he is already long gone.

Sparking like a live wire, the orange soul rejects Asriel’s will, flying away as quick as it can from his control. The soulless god shrieks in a panic, only to notice the human has marched closer still. Shouting in terror, Asriel doesn’t even try to attack this time. Desperately he scrambles back to put distance between them, reaches inside himself one again, and calls out.

The blue soul answers his call, and he latches onto it like a lifeline.

“Take me back!”

The blue soul complies, and time begins to backtrack, until-

-he drops the skull of his long-dead friend and recoils screaming.

At first he thinks his shriek is echoing off the cavern walls, reverberating and bouncing back to him, but the sound is deeper than his, older, more mature, and his looks up just in time to dodge a jet of fire aimed at his head.

“YOU VILE CRETIN!” the former queen rages, summoning more fire to throw his way. “YOU WRETCHED CURR! Unearthing a child’s grave?! Have you no humanity!?”

He tried to talk to her, to explain that it was him, her son, and that he was back! But either she was deafened by her own fury or chose to ignore him, and his pleas went unheard.

“Mom! Please stop! It’s me! It’s Asr-!”

“GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” Toriel screamed, setting the entire flowerbed alight, and forcing him to retreat underground.

Only once he was deep in the safety of the soil, did the flower let himself cry. Tears of shock, tears of panic, tears of confusion all watered his roots, perpetuating the cycle. How long he stayed there, he could not even begin to guess, knowing only that he wept until he was eventually crying for the sake of crying and not much else.

It was sometime around this moment where he began to notice that the feelings inside him were not as… intense as he expected. Surely he had feared for his life, but the sorrow from his own mother not recognizing him was not as sharp as he thought they would be. He… he should be upset that she had attacked him.

But then why… why was there this hollow apathy inside him instead? It would be ludicrous to accept and move on from a traumatic event like this. Deeply unsettled (and slightly relieved he could still feel unsettled) the flower tunnels away.

Spitting like a cobra, the blue soul recoils from Asriel’s weakening grip, and slips out of his reach.

Again Asriel screeches in dismay. Th-these treacherous human souls! Was it possible they recognized one of their own before him? Were they now defying him too? Teasing him with glimpses of his past before yanking him back? H-he would show them! He w-would remind them who was in control! But before he can beat them into submission, Asriel makes the grave mistake of looking up, only to see the human has shrunk the space between them. In a blind panic he calls out to the souls still trapped within him.

The purple soul answers his call, and again he is taken back to the past, where-

-he searches the house from top to bottom, he searches all of New Home inside and out, working his way down every street, around every building, in every alley and house, but his mother is not there. His father is not there. Chara is not there.

The last place he can look is the last place he can go in the Underground before the barrier prevents him from going any further.

Struggling to maintain control over his new body, the flower inches his way to the throne room.

The sight of what he sees takes his breath away. Golden flowers that had not been there before now carpet the floor from wall to wall. But that’s not what shocks him most. Not the sight of the flowers, or the realization that one of the thrones is missing.

It’s the sight of a single monster untouched by time that tends the garden, perfectly at peace when his entire family is missing.

“D-dad?” The flower’s voice cracks with uncertainty. “Dad… Dad! Help me! Please!”

The immortal king goes rigid at the title, and turns like a sleepwalker to face him. Recognition sparks in his eyes.

“Asriel?” he says the name delicately, as if doing so could shatter the illusion. But when the flower does not vanish like mist, Asgore cries out in awe and sorrow. The king of all monsters had always been imposing, but at a tenth of his original size, the flower found him even more so, and the ground thundered as he sprinted to the flower’s side.

“Asriel! You’re alive! But… but is it really you? How can this be? What happened to you?”

The questions, his closeness, the inexplicable change of everything around him is all too much for the flower to bear, and screwing his eyes shut, he violently shakes his head in an attempt to stave off tears.

“Dad I looked everywhere for Mom and Chara, but I can’t find them, and-”

With unbelievable tenderness, the king cradles the flower’s face in his paws.

“Shh, my son. Shh. A lot has changed since you were last here. It will be alright.”

“But everything’s different, and nothing makes sense anymore, and-!”

From around the king’s broad shoulders, an out of place glow catches his attention. Craning his stem, the flower peers around the lonely monarch and discovers six containers of human souls. The flower’s eyes narrow.

“Dad… where did you get those?” He whispers, fighting back the betrayal and accusation in his inflection.

“It has been a long time since you have been here last, my child,” Asgore sighs with regret. “But tell me, what happened to you? I… your mother and I never learned of your exact fate and… we never got to say goodbye.”

“I… I died,” the flower recollects, dredging up the memory of that fateful day, shouts of anger and fear ringing in his ears. “The humans… attacked me with everything they had. Bullets, blades, fire… I th-think they thought I-…. They thought I k-killed-“

Asgore shushes and strokes the flower’s petals to distract him from the memory.

“I didn’t fight back, I swear I didn’t. I could hurt someone who might be innocent!”

“There, there,” the king sighs, mourning for the martyr prince anew.

“B-but I should have! I-If I had, I-I could have freed everyone! I wouldn’t have died! I should have just stuck to the plan!”

“Plan? What plan?”

“Chara’s plan,” the flower sniffs, not noticing the new wariness in the king’s posture. “Th-they poisoned themselves so they would die and I could take their soul to cross the barrier-”

Abruptly the king of all monsters rises to his feet. The soulless flower cranes his head back to meet his father’s face, but there is only denial in the monarch’s eyes.

“No… No, I do not believe it,” Asgore says, shaking his head in disbelief. In rising crescendo, the king’s voice bellows as loud as a lion as he paces the room. “I refuse to believe it! I loved that child like my own! I gave them everything! They would… they would never take their own life like that!”

“D… dad?” the flower dares to venture. The old king turns to him as if seeing him there for the first time.

“Flower,” The king says low and threatening. “I do not know how you learned of my children’s names, but to impersonate them and mock a father so? I suggest you leave.”

“B-but! But Dad!”

“Do not call me that, imposter!” The king roars, and summons his trident. “Leave this place and never return before I cull you for your lies!”

The soulless flower is barely quick enough to escape before fire rains down, igniting half the vegetation in the room.

Too scared to scream, too scared to cry, he runs and runs from the scorching heat that surrounds him, and never looks back.

The purple soul recoils almost as soon as Asriel touches it, and he lets it go, his resolve crumbling more and more with each vision he’s forced to endure. Wailing in misery, the martyr prince yells in a desperate attempt to relieve the unbearable pain in his chest. Too distraught to speak, he snares the next soul he can find.

The green soul comes forth, and without even having to speak, time unravels until-

-he was Nothing. For how long he was Nothing, he could not say, for he lacked the ability to think and comprehend and react to the world surrounding him. It could have been minutes. It could have been decades. He didn’t even know he was a he at this point. But then, the strangest thing happened- he took his first breath, and went from Nothing to Breathing.

Slowly, as if awakening from slumber, each inhale of air chased away the grogginess that clouded his mind, and he opened his eyes for the first time. Now he was Seeing. Seeing and Breathing, but still not much else, but as time passed, his world came into focus and it struck him like lightening.

’Wait a minute, I can see,’ he thought, and then startled; ‘Wait a minute, I can THINK.’ and the revelation smacked him like a snowball that in turn started an avalanche as he went from Seeing and Breathing to Alive and, most importantly, Aware.

“Wait a minute, I thought I died! I thought-!”

With a gasp of existential panic, he straightened up and twisted around to look at himself with his very-much living, very-much seeing eyes. He froze in horror. In a span of a few seconds the flower had become many things; he was Alive, he was Aware, and now he was Remembering.

But now, cursed with understanding it became all too clear to him, one final truth when he looked down at a green stem and golden petals that framed his field of vision; the one thing he wasn’t…

… was Asriel.

The green soul leaps away like a startled deer as the soulless god shutters and chokes, gasping for breath. He doesn’t even try to look for the human approaching him this time. He knows they’re there. He knows they’re closer to him, still advancing, still calling out to him, but he can’t face them. He won’t.

Once more. One last human soul, one more try. With all his remaining will, he reaches out.

The yellow soul responds.

“Take me back,” he begs, and time flickers, until-

-he stumbles back through the barrier on legs as heavy as lead, the ichor of his kind trickling from the many puncture wounds and bullet holes inflicted across his limbs and back, his clothes coated in sticky flower seeds. A lifeless body is tucked to his chest, protected, untouched from any damage thrown his way.

“Chara, are you there?” Asriel pants, stumbling down the hall at a sluggish pace. “We’re back home. We’re… we’re safe.”

Whatever reply he was expecting did not come and his soul ached with remorse. His best friend’s voice had gone more than just silent- it felt like their very presence had vanished from his mind as they struggled up the mountain. After fighting so hard to keep him together, after fighting so hard against him to retaliate, it seemed the human soul had spent all its power and evaporated into thin air. That thing, that essence of their soul that had made Chara “Chara” had burnt itself out.

“Chara,” the dying prince said to the empty air, feeling very small and very alone. “I-if somehow you can still hear me, I want you to know I am so, so sorry.”

Asriel staggers into the garden. Numbed by his own overwhelming pain, at first he assumes that he has tripped when he suddenly collapses to the floor. The corpse in his possession tumbles out of his reach, and in a panic, he tries to leap to his feet, only to trip and fall again.

He whips his head around, expecting to find a vine or a root tangled on his foot, and winces in horror to see that his right leg has completely disintegrated.

“No… No!” He wails as the realization hits him without mercy. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna-! I don’t want to-!” Unable to say the word as if fearing it would speed up his inevitable fate, Asriel turns back to the body of his friend, crawling on hands and knee as they quickly deteriorate right from under him.

“M-mommy… Daddy! Someone! Anyone! Please help me!” He cries as more and more of him crumbles away like a sandcastle to an incoming tide.

But nobody came.

“NO!” The soulless god hollers as the yellow soul flees, abandoning him the moment the vision ends, and denying him its power, just like all the others had, locking him out from the past. “No! NO! NO!”

Falling to his knees, his fists pound the earth so hard that it threatens to crack and the human at his peripheries staggers and stumbles.

Even with the equivalent power of seven human souls… even with the unfathomable magic of every monster in the Underground, he still couldn’t go back far enough to undo his mistake. He. Still. Failed.

The soulless god howls to drown out his thoughts- to drown out the world, to drown out his despair. But it isn’t enough. Tears run rivers through the fur down his cheeks, burning his eyes and skin in shame. A voice- a human voice- calls to him, and he looks up with effort, and through his blurred vision he sees them, their pale skin, rosy cheeks, straight russet hair and cold, calculating scarlet eyes, judging him, summing him up for all he’s worth and not finding much redeemable in there. They don’t speak. They don’t need to. He can read their every thought in their eyes alone.

Without him even noticing, his façade begins to strip away as the souls take back their agency. The martyr prince begins to shrink, until he finds himself looking up and cowering before the human he had dwarfed only moments ago.

“Chara,” he whimpers, jaw working but unable to make words. “I… I-“

He wants to tell them that he is trying. That he is doing everything he can to fix his mistake, that he never doubted them and is still so, so sorry.

“Chara, I… I…” like a broken record, he tries over and over to speak, but his throat closes up and they just stare at him like he’s let them down again-

Finally, when he finds his voice, it cracks; “Chara… p-please don’t be mad…”

The human stops before him. A second that last a century passes- and then they all but collapse on top of him in a messy, full-body hug, shattering his hallucination.

“Oh Flowey…” They moan, embracing him with all the strength they can muster. “You were really Asriel all this time? All these years? Why didn't you ever tell me?”

It takes him several heartbeats to register that they’re hugging him, and crying on him- for him- despite what he’s just put them through.

He doesn’t understand. They shouldn’t be trying to comfort him. Not after all the lies he told them. Not after he used them. Not when he just tried to kill them! He… He can’t. He can’t stand it, but he doesn’t dare push them away either, and finally he caves in and hugs them back as tight as he can, bawling his pain until he weeps himself to exhaustion.

“I’m… so sorry,” Asriel says with a voice hoarse from crying. “I just… I just wanted to see my friend again. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I know… I know,” the human gasps between breaths. They rub his back and let him continue to vent. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“You… y-you do?” Asriel sniffs.

“Yeah. you wanted something back so bad, you didn’t care what you had to do to get it, right?” The human correctly guesses. “You can say I was the same. For the past week I wanted so desperately to go home. Then, after what happened in Alphys’ lab, I wanted my ignorance back, but since I knew that was impossible, I decided I didn’t want to exist at all. And for a moment I was almost willing to do anything to make that happen.” They pull away from him at last and sigh with remorse. “Knowing you messed up and can’t fix it hurts.”

Still confined within him, six human souls buzz with interest and send up a flare to the martyr prince. Asriel blinks in surprise wen the idea presents itself. Wringing his hands, he turns to the human before him.

“I… I think I can help you…” He says tentatively. “The six human souls in me... They m-must agree with you, or at the very least they want to be on your side, because they wouldn't allow me to go back far enough to undo my mistake. But... but I think they may let me go back far enough and undo yours, i-if you want it. I could make it so you never found the tapes. I could stop you from learning the truth.”

The human stares at him for a long minute, their expression unreadable as they digest his proposition. After a moment of silence they close their eyes and shake their head.

“Nah… I’d just find out again in a different way.” They decide. “I know the truth now, and even though I don’t like it... I accept it. Besides, I don’t think that kind of power, the ability to undo time like that, should be used by anyone. Even if it’s in the name of something good. It’s not fair to manipulate people’s lives or memories like that. And it can be abused so easily…”

“I guess you’re right,” Asriel absently agrees, and the souls within him sigh and dim at the human's choice. “Life’s gotta be messy and tragic and unfair for a reason, right? If not, we wouldn’t appreciate it as much, would we?”

“Maybe?” The human shrugs. “I don’t know. But I do know it's not healthy to obsess with mistakes you made in the past. Look where it got me.”

"Heh heh, I guess that's true. So… what now?” Asriel sniffs, wiping his eyes with one damp sleeve. “Even with the power of seven human souls, I still can’t go back in time to undo my mistake, and you don’t want me to undo yours, but… I also can’t face Mom and Dad again. Not after all I’ve put them through. Not after what I put everyone through. In the end, was everything I did pointless? Was this really all for nothing?”

Beside him, the human gives a small gasp. Their hand reaches out and gently squeezes his. “What did you say? You have the power of seven human souls in you right now?”

“Yeah. Well, more or less. Every monster soul together adds up to one human soul, plus the six Dad had. That’s roughly… the power… of seven...” Slowly, Asriel’s eyes begin to widen as his train of thought lines up with theirs. Beside him, the human bounces up down excitedly. “Asriel, you could-!”

“-Break the barrier!” The monster child finishes, voice awestruck and hopeful. “Y-you’re right! Maybe I can still make things right!”

Asriel gets to his feet, woozy from all his exertion, but still manages to stand strong with the countless number of souls in him now at his back. And this time when he closes his eyes and looks within himself, ten thousand souls resonate in tandem. He calls to them- not in demand, but in request, and this time every soul, human and monster, come eagerly to his aid.

In his ears, the pulse of the barrier syncs up with the pulse of his heart, and the hearts of every creature in the Underground, beating as one.

He lets instinct guide him, allows the magic to flow and form how it wants instead of trying to control it. Happily he permits himself to become a vessel for the incalculable swell of power within him to channel into one unifying force with a single objective.

There was no need for words or signals. Every thought, every hope, every dream in that instant was the same, and in one blinding flash, Asriel- everyone- unleashes their power onto the barrier. The sound of a million glass windows shattering in the world’s worst hurricane follows suit, echoing down the chamber and back again. And when the air settled, the thrumming was gone and the tunnel was clear.

The barrier was broken.

Exhaling, Asriel opens his eyes, a newfound sense of peace within him stronger than he had ever felt before. He turns to the human, grinning with pride.

“Thank you, Chara,” he smiles, before wincing at the faux pas. “Oh, that might get confusing. Um, I guess I shouldn’t keep calling you 'Chara' now, since you know the truth.” He steals a glance of them out of the corner of his eye, unable to work up the nerve to look them head on. “Um, speaking of that… do you… remember? Your true name, that is?”

The human hums, their eyes sliding shut and tipping their head back towards the nonexistent sky. They exhale, audibly long and slow as they think. “Yeah… you know what? I think I do. My real name is…”

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“Frisk,” He tests their name on his tongue like an exotic fruit, grinning at its pleasant feel on his lips. “That’s a nice name.” His smiles, but it falters a bit in shame. “Frisk, I’m sorry… for trying to make you a replacement for my Chara. You two really are nothing alike.”

“What were they like?” Frisk asks.

“Huh?”

“The original Chara. They were human too, right? What were they like?”

Asriel closes his eyes and sighs, reminiscing.

“They were the smartest, funniest, coolest person I ever met. Or at least that’s what I thought at the time. I wanted so badly to be like them when I grew up. They always came up with these crazy ideas and they had a way of making you think anything was possible, which is why I guess I looked up to them so much. But…. In retrospect, they could also be kind of mean. Sometimes they made me feel like… like I wasn’t good enough. Which made me try to impress them even harder, but if only I knew then what I know now, that I shouldn't have constantly been trying to please them, we could have been spared a lot of grief.”

Before Frisk can pry, he changes the subject. Talking about Chara… it felt good to remember them, but also hurt at the same time, and the bittersweet feelings attached to the memories were too complicated for him to comprehend in the moment. He decides he’d reflect on it later, but right now there were amends to make.

“Frisk, I’m also sorry for lying to you. All this time you genuinely wanted to be my friend, and I just used you. Some friend I was.”

“It’s okay. You’re not the only one who lied to me. But… I forgave everyone. I can forgive you too.”

Asriel stares at them, baffled.

“How… how do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Forgive so easily. For the longest time I couldn’t. I couldn’t forgive Alphys for bringing me back, or Dad for rejecting me, or Mom for turning on me. I couldn’t forgive myself for letting myself and Chara die. I guess I could make an excuse and say I forgot how to forgive, but it doesn’t work like that that, does it? You make it look so easy.”

Frisk laughs at that, so deep and hard that tears spring in their eyes. It’s a bitter, exhausted laugh and it makes their voice quiver with tears.

“Easy? Asriel, forgiveness isn’t easy! It's a choice, and most times it’s a really, really hard one! But… sometimes you have to choose to forgive even when you don’t want to. Even when you don’t think you can. I didn’t want to forgive Mom for forbidding me to leave the Ruins, I almost didn’t forgive Papyrus for tricking me, or Alphys for using me, or Undyne and Sans for lying to me, but… I did because I guess, deep down, I knew that they love me. Every single one. Even if I don’t deserve it…”

“Don’t say that. Of course you deserve it,” Asriel gently scolds them. Now it's his turn to be the one to offer solace. He smiles warmly, placing a hand over his chest. “It’s weird, but most of these monsters knew you for less than a day. Heck, less than a few minutes, but I can feel all their love for you in every soul in me, and it’s so strong and real. I bet it could break a hundred more barriers alone.”

Their face still looks doubtful, but they smile appreciatively regardless and give him a hug. There was a pause of silence before Asriel went on.

"Well... I guess I'd better be going now..."

“What do you mean?” Frisk says neutrally, unsure yet if this was cause for alarm.

Asriel sighs and takes a few aimless paces away, mostly to avoid having to meet Frisk’s eyes, but ultimately he turns back around. He can’t run from this truth.

“The barrier is broken now,” he explains. “And monsters can finally go free! It’s what they’ve been waiting for for eons! And… Well, I can’t keep their souls inside me forever, can I? If I did that, they’d just be trapped in another prison.”

“Then let them go,” Frisk shrugs, not seeing the problem. “You had the power to take them, so you can return them, right?”

“Yeah, but once I do, I have this… instinctual feeling I won’t be able to maintain this form,” Asriel clarifies, gesturing to himself. “I’m just borrowing their magic, and whatever few memories they still have of me. Once I return them to their previous state, I’m afraid I’ll revert back into a flower.”

“Oh...”

“And once I turn back into a flower, I’ll be soulless and I’ll lose my compassion again, and I won’t be me anymore, if I’m really even me now, and not just a projection of someone who died long ago,” he rambles. “I… I’m really scared I’ll go back to being unsympathetic and manipulative again.”

“So… will you set them free, even if it means giving up your ability to feel?”

“Of course. I just… When all the monsters are restored, I don’t want them to remember what I did to them as Flowey. I don’t want their last memories of me to be of me capturing them, even if they don’t know it was really me.”

“Asriel,” Frisk says, with playful warning. “We just had a serious discussion about why obsessing with the past isn’t a good coping mechanism. I hope you’re not thinking about trying to rewind time so nobody remembers this.”

Asriel gives a little chuckle and turns away from them. “What, me? Noooo,” he says innocently and raises his arms one final time to let the souls within him go free. Slowly, like the rising sun, the silver shine of hundreds of monster souls began to drift out of his body at an unhurried pace. First there were only handful, but then they slowly trickled out by the dozens, each emitting a soft shine that gradually begin to turn the entire void into a bright blinding white as each soul found its way home.

Frisk swore they caught a smirk on Asriel’s face right before the mass of souls shot free all at once, and on the edge of their hearing, they heard the martyr prince saying; “Well… maybe just a little…” before they were both enveloped in a blinding ethereal light.

“Wait, Asriel,” Frisk starts to say, but the words are stolen right out of their throat as a great intangible rush sucks the air right from their lungs, leaving them inexplicably exhausted with a strange burning in their chest.

Frisk tries to reach out, to hang on to him, to something, to anything, but oddly their body becomes as heavy as lead and as slow as molasses. A sudden dizziness washes over them. What was happening? Was Asriel leeching strength from their soul? Was it their head spinning, or the world turning upside down? Frisk could no longer tell.

With the last of their strength, lost in the bright nothingness, they try in vain to call out... only to fall into unconsciousness.

#Undertale #Fan Fiction #You Monster #My Writing #Asriel #Frisk

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sorio99 · 6 years ago

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Deltarune Chapter 1: The Official Undertale AU

At 6:00 AM PST, on Halloween 2018, the official Undertale twitter account released what is essentially a demo for the next game by Toby Fox, deltarune. Between the baffling intro, the odd relationship with the original Undertale, and the implied involvement of a certain missing doctor, everything about this game was shrouded in mystery.

And I loved it.

(Spoilers and Review below the cut)

Part 1: The Story

At first glance, most people assumed this mysterious new game would be a sequel (or possibly prequel) to Undertale. After all, it involves a number of shared characters, the titular rune was prominently featured in Undertale, and even the name “Delta rune” is an anagram for “Undertale”.

However, the relationship between the two is much stranger, and the plots are largely unconnected.

After creating an avatar and having the game unceremoniously throw it in the garbage, you play as Kris (that lovely person up there), the human child of Asgore and Toriel, and younger sibling to Asriel Dreemurr. Right off the bat, about a million questions are raised, especially since later conversations indicate Kris has at least been living with the Dreemurrs’ since they were too young to know their species, but we’ll come back to that.

Toriel drives you to school, though still get there late, and Alphys (who is your teacher here) puts you in a group with Susie, the only student to show up after you, to work together on a group project. However, when she realizes she doesn’t have any chalk, she sends the two of you to go get some from the school’s broom closet. You catch Susie eating chalk, she threatens to eat your face but doesn’t, and you head off to the broom closet.

Then things get weird.

After that, it sort of follows a plot line similar to the original: you fall into another world, there’s a bunch of monsters you can either fight or spare, and you just have to keep going up and to the left to fulfill a prophecy & get to the exit, all while dealing with ambiguously evil characters who are more silly than dangerous. It is, however, a bit shorter, with only about ten unique enemies and only three areas in the whole game. But hey, it is technically just the first chapter, so what do you expect.

Of course, what really makes an Undertale is the characters. Since you’re in a different world for most of the game, the returning characters from Undertale don’t have much of a presence outside the very beginning and very end. Instead, we focus on a handful of new characters, all of whom are pretty well-rounded and developed, with the exception of Kris, our silent, somewhat-ambiguously-gendered protagonist. Susie, in particular, goes through a pretty nice character arc, going from someone who’d casually threaten to rip your face off and eat it, to an actual antagonist at one point, before eventually working her way back to being a good guy and someone you can actually be friends with! It’s definitely the strongest arc in the game so far.

There’s also Lancer!

He’s a villain.

And not a skeleton.

Just trust me on this.

Part 2: Presentation

Just to get it out of the way, the music is fantastic. Of course it is. It’s an Undertale spinoff and, more importantly, it’s made by Toby “Radiation” “I could shit out a better soundtrack than most of you will ever even imagine” Fox.

I will however say that I prefer Deltarune’s sound design in general to Undertale, though. Don’t get me wrong, Undertale still has the better OST (for now at least), but Deltarune’s sound effects JUST beat it out in my books. In particular, I felt like the text sounds for most of the characters was, on average, less annoying than in Undertale. Again, don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate Undertale’s voices, but some of them could get a little ear-grating, especially for characters who talked a LOT throughout the game. Here, with the exception of one returning character (where the irritation was kind of the joke anyways), all of them work really well. There’s even a tiny bit of voice acting from a couple of the more important characters! So, big thumbs up there.

More pressingly, however, are the visuals. In case it wasn’t obvious from the above screenshots (aside from that second one of Lancer, maybe), the graphics have gotten a MAJOR glow up since the last game. Temmie Chang, aka “Most Precious Meme”, is still the main Artist for the game, and Undertale is by no means a bad looking game. However, in general, the games’ art went from “Beautiful and sometimes even breathtaking” to consistently “HOLY SHIT MY EYES ARE NOT EQUIPPED TO COPE WITH SUCH SHEER BRILLIANCE!!!”

You think I’m exaggerating, but I legit dropped my jaw at a lot of this game’s visuals. I mean, just look at this one End-game animation!

I think this one short scene has more detail and frame than Asgore’s overworld sprite got in the entirety of Undertale.

On the slight downside, however, we no longer get the full-body monochromatic battle sprites from Undertale, as enemies appear in battle almost identically to how they appear in the world. Still, with this much more detail in overworld sprites, it’s not even a slight loss.

Speaking of battle...

Part 3: Gameplay

Yep, the gameplay has gotten a major overhaul over the past three years. First, as the screenshot should make obvious, you have a team now! Yep, in addition to Kris, you can get up to three additional party members over the course of your adventure, including Susie!

In general, what you can do in battles with Kris is mostly the same; you can Fight by hitting the button at the right time, Act in certain ways to make the enemies not want to fight you, use an Item really quick, or Spare an enemy who you don’t want to kill. You also have the option to defend, which will lessen the damage you take if you get hit during the obligatory bullet-hell attacks your enemies dish out.

Where things get really interesting, though, is the team mechanics. You see, every character is different, and everyone but Kris can use magic (although some of Kris’s ACT commands kinda seem like magic?). However, only Kris can directly ACT, with other party members only being able to preform certain set spells. So, instead, Kris can command the other party members to perform actions, or Kris can ACT while the others defend, use items, or attack. If you use a Team ACT, the other party member(s) involved won’t be able to do anything else that turn, but said Team ACTs are usually more powerful or potent as a result. The whole thing can set up for actually strategic choices in battle: In Undertale, since most enemies only had one or two ways to spare them, the most strategy you could use on a Pacifist play through was “Which enemy should I deal with first?” Here, you have to figure how you’re going to handle each encounter. Do you have Kris ACT first, then have another party member spare that monster in the same turn? Or do you act WITH that party member, and next turn be able to spare at least two monsters?

In addition to the battle system being reworked, there were a number of smaller, quality of life changes:

You now have three item categories: Items (your standard consumables), Gear (your armor and weapons), and Key Items (your cellphone and a couple other important things).

You can sell at pretty much every shop in the “Dark” world, which makes sense, since you’re mostly selling food, armor, and weapons-things people in this world would need to survive.

Each character in your party uses a different kind of weapon, but all of them use the same armor, and you can give them all two pieces of armor each, so you can stack defense and get extra boosts!

Choices are mostly presented in a cross pattern, so you just have to pick a direction and confirm to choose that option.

THERE IS NOW A RUN BUTTON AND IN THE OPTIONS YOU CAN CHANGE SO YOU AUTO-RUN AND THE RUN BUTTON IS JUST A WALK BUTTON!

And speaking of which, YOU CAN ACCESS THE MENU FROM WITHIN THE MAIN GAME! THANK YOU!

You can also have up to three save files at once, although I’ve heard each file has some minor differences in flavor-text across the game, so be on the look-out for that.

Overall, I feel like I honestly prefer the game play to Undertale. In fact, with the exception of the story (which is mostly underdeveloped because, again, this is basically just a very long demo), I honestly prefer most of Deltarune to Undertale. While it isn’t technically a sequel, per se, it does do what any good sequel should do: use the original as a starting point and just improve almost everything. It’s almost like the Bioshock Infinite to Undertale’s Bioshock, if that makes sense.

(Would that make System Shock 2 Homestuck? Am I over thinking this?)

Now, with the actual review out of the way, we can get to the main event.

Part 4: Co̞͞n̤̠͎̙̥̗n̸̰̜̳͚͓͇͍e̸͈��̳̺c̭̮̬̖̭̗̳͠t͍͓͘i̖̺͙͇̟̫o̢̰̜̦n͈̮̼͈͎͖̦s͈͝ ̹̙̦͈̯̜A̡̟̥ņ̥͙̗d̛͙̤̦͈̹̪͚ ̺T͍̞h̡̜̝̟̬e͏̱̹̲ͅ ͕̯̰͍̜͇͍D͝oc̜t̸̺̱̯͙̠o̷̱r͈̟̣̤̯

As I mentioned before, this game isn’t technically a sequel to Undertale. None of the events of Undertale seem to have occurred in this universe, including (seemingly) things from before the game even began. This becomes especially apparent after you leave the “Dark” world and can explore town, talking to various people. Character relationships are almost universally reset, there is no mention of the “Underground”, and considering Asriel is still alive and in college, it’s safe to say there is no Flowey in this world. It could almost be passed off as a complete alternate continuity, or even a reboot, if it weren’t for a few...

oddities.

Yep, among the returning characters, Sans makes an appearance, having apparently just moved into town and never having met you before. Despite having apparently met Toriel the night before in the grocery store, and having a business relationship with your teacher, Alphys. Plus, there's the fact that what used to be Grillby’s and the Bone Brother’s house both look WAY too close to there original versions (no other building looks that similar), the fact that of ALL the returning characters, only Sans looks the exact same (no redesign, visible aging, or even new clothing), and the fact that some of Kris’s dialogue choices seem to reference things that haven’t happened in this universe, and other characters notice them acting...different.

Plus, you know, there’s Chapter 1′s ending.

Yeah.

(Plus, as you might have noticed at the top of this part, there’s a monster who is the only one in either game who looks similar to this Gaster Follower)

All of this seems to point to something much more sinister going on. And, for those who haven’t seen it, the tweets leading up to the demo’s release might just explain why.

Now, we aren’t quite sure who this is supposed to be, but judging by their vocabulary and how they type, it’s a pretty safe assumption we’re being chatted to by our favorite former royal scientist. And, sure enough, most people are assuming that this entity is at least some version of Dr. W. D. Gaster. Why is he doing this? What does it all mean? Why was the Delta Rune even slightly relevant to the plot of this chapter aside from there being three prophesied heroes?

Well, I suppose only time will tell.

Until then...

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S̛̪̦͉͎̙̀h̴͇͈͡á̤̣̫̬l̷̬̤͓͈͟ͅl͚͚̙̦̙̣̱̺ ̳̗̩͍̱̤̦͈̣w̡͔é͔̝̹̻̜͎̞͝?͜҉̣̣̥̫͎͎ͅ

#undertale #deltarune #delta rune #deltarune spoilers #delta rune spoilers #tagged both ways because i'm not sure which is the correct formatting #and no I will NOT stop doing this. ever

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asktemmie-frisk · 7 years ago

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Do You Wanna Have A Bad Tem? (ゴッドモードアーク (Goddomodoaku)) (God-mode Arc)

Shortly after the reconciliation between Asriel and Frisk, Sans and Papyrus stepped to their brother. Chara approached Frisk, too. "So you feel better now, bro?" Asked Sans. "Yeah. Still wish I could go back though." Replied Frisk. "Now that people are seeing me like this, there's no way monsters and humans would coexist without the humans trying to kill them all." Chara went up to Frisk. "Frisk, I know what you want." She said. "You want to 'fix' what happened to you, right?" "Yeah, I do." "Well, listen to us. What Talrok said was right: this ain't something that can be fixed. But you know what we can do for you? We can at least show you how to control it. All you have to do is give us permission." Frisk hesitated for a moment, then gave Chara a determined look. "You, and everyone else...have my permission...to help me. You can show me how to control it. In fact, if you would do that please, I'd be grateful." Chara let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you. We promise you won't regret it." All of them went outside to the back of the school. Sans, Papyrus, and the Dreemurrs set up some targets. Undyne and Mettaton approached Frisk. "So you wanna know how to use magic, huh kid?" Asked Undyne. Frisk made his signature blank face. "Yeah, duh." He replied. "If that's the case, then I don't think you'll need to know if that's how you're gonna be about it." "What?! Undyne, come on! I need to know!" Mettaton and Undyne got in Frisk's face. "Is that so? I don't think you really need to know, dear." Mettaton said uncovering his other eye. "That burst of magic you used on that green lady told me you already know." "Mettaton, I don't even think I actu-" Mettaton interrupted Frisk with a punch to his face. Frisk got angry. He summoned a series of drills from his right hand, and launched them all at Mettaton. He tried to dodge, but the drills homed in on him, and struck him, each taking away 5 hitpoints from the superstar. Undyne got impressed. "Not bad! How about this!" Undyne charged at Frisk as fast as she could, but he summoned another drill to come out of the ground when she got close enough. It knocked her up into the air, and Frisk jumped up and kicked her back down. She lost about 50 hitpoints from Frisk's attack. Undyne wiped her mouth of the blood that came out. She spat a little extra out as well. "Dude. That fucking hurt!" She said, recoiling from the downward strike. Frisk landed on the ground in an almost cat-like manner. "Okay, that...should've hurt." He said, amazed at his lack of pain from the relatively high drop. Undyne summoned multiple spears, and launched them all at Frisk, who countered by summoning multiple drills and targetting Undyne. Her spears had a near-miss on Frisk, whose drills struck her hard and fast. She lost about 40 more hitpoints on the barrage of magic Frisk was using, who was actually starting to levitate into the air using his ears. His tail was sticking outward, keeping him stable while in the air. He was about 10 feet off the ground. Frisk then pulled some rock out of the ground, crushed some of it, and jetted a small salvo at Undyne. She dodged barely as Frisk hurled a small boulder at her. She used her body to catch the entire thing. She then noticed a red aura flowing through Frisk, who stopped using his ears to keep himself afloat. Uh oh, he's getting out of control, she thought. Time for a little damage control. "Hey, Frisk! Calm the fuck down, already!" She shouted. It seemed to get his attention. "Huh? What the...wait! What am I doing?!" Frisk said, regaining his clarity. "Why am I flying right now?! Did I hurl that boulder at you or something?! What the fuck?!" "I could ask you the same questions! Wouldn't make sense, but I could do it!" "Well, how do I get down from here?" "Calm! Down!" Frisk took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. He started a slow, but sure, descent as his aura faded. He gently touched the ground again as everyone ran to him. "Frisk, darling, how did you do that?" Mettaton said, amazed at Frisk's hidden powers. "Do what?" Asked a confused Frisk, unaware of what he did. "The drills, man! How the fuck did you do the drills?!" Chara asked, frustrated with Frisk. "I don't know!" "There you go again with the whole 'I don't know' bullshit!" Asriel said with his eyes turning black. "Think of an answer if you don't know it this time!" "ALRIGHT, FINE! Maybe it's how my power manifests itself! Perhaps the drills signify who I am! Something! Or maybe I'm just trying too hard, and that's how it showed up! Get off my back already!" "No! What you just did was a spell no one's ever done before!" Said Chara. "Chara is right. What you just did describes who you really are." Said Toriel. "Magic is finicky in the sense that if you try to make it something it should not be, it becomes weaker. Those drills signify your best trait and your worst. For example, normally drills show their ability to overcome most any obstacle they come across. However, they are also stubborn, meaning they do not yield easily to anything, and they will remain in that state unless an outside force makes an attempt on them, like heat or blunt force. That means you don't break unless you are hit with the truth, or the situation becomes so bad, even you cannot handle it. In addition, more often than not, drills are rather reliable, and so are you. Still though, you may only be summoning drills because of your power. Your magic's true form may still be hidden." "So how do I exert it to the point where it shows what I can really do?" "Easy. Just relax and let it happen." Said Chara. "I had the same problem, so the same solution should apply to you." "Okay." Frisk took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then his body started to glow. A red aura flowed through his body once more, and the ground started to shake. Suddenly, red circles showed up on the ground, only to allow more drills to show. They sprung up quickly and spun incredibly fast. Then more drills, snake-like in form, started appearing around Frisk. They wrapped themselves around his arms, and they separated themselves from their summoner as they sped off towards Asriel with their heads spinning fast enough to create afterimages. Asriel dodged the drills before they could do anything. The snake-like drills then dispersed completely as Frisk rose in the air again. His aura became flame-like as he forced more rock out of the earth. He then superheated it, turning it white-hot. The rock became hot enough to melt, and Frisk placed it on his body. He only winced for a couple of seconds as the rock cooled quickly. It turned into armor for Frisk, who proceed to make the earth shake again. The earthquake was intense enough to knock everybody onto the ground. Then a large circle appeared on the ground, at least 16 feet in diameter. The ground that was encompassed by the circle was quickly heating up enough to turn red-hot. Then came the fullest extent of Frisk's magic. Lava spewed out of the hole quickly. However, about 10 seconds after Frisk opened up the earth's crust, he made the lava stop as his eyes acquired a red, flame-like aura. Then, he forced whatever molten rock was trying to come out back into the depths of the planet. He proceed afterwards to close the hole he ripped into the planet right back up. The lava, drills, and solid rock orbited Frisk quickly, offering a near-perfect offense and defense. "Whoa. This is the man I love?" Chara asked, astounded by what Frisk was doing. Frisk ended up hovering his way to the concrete street. He then forced a large amount of it off the ground. He then superheated what he took and utterly decimated the targets by using the lava, rock, and concrete. He even used the concrete to make larger, more durable targets. He splashed the lava at one, shot up another with the rock, smashed a third with the concrete, and finally bore through the last with a drill three times his size. Finally, he returned to his friends and family, and the aura faded away as his eyes returned to normal and he touched the ground he tore up once more. As they surrounded him, he kept cracking the rock off of him to give himself more freedom to move. He kept his chest, hands, and feet encased, however. "Frisk..." They all exclaimed. Frisk said nothing, staring blankly at them all. "Dude. THAT WAS THE SHIT!" Undyne said, unable to hide her amazement at Frisk's accomplishment. "HELL YEAH, IT WAS!" Chara agreed. "MOM, you gotta admit. That was amazing, wasn't it?" "To be honest..." Toriel started trying to keep herself composed. "That...was...oh, forget it. THAT WAS THE FUCKING BEST! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID ALL THAT! It was just like, WHOO-HOO!" Toriel felt young again for a moment. She laughed heartily, and threw a few harmless fireballs into the air, which exploded after flying high enough. Frisk started laughing at Toriel's jubilance. "Wow. Just wow." "What's so funny, Frisk?" Asked Chara. "I knew everybody had a secret side to them, but I never thought I'd see Ms. Toriel like this! Just amazing!" "Yeah, mom usually likes to keep herself together. When she gets like this, that's how you know she's either enjoying herself, or letting her old self show." "Well, I'm glad she's enjoying herself and all, but you think I could take a break real fast? I'm feeling a little tingly and dizzy." Sans grabbed an extractor filled with magic and determination, and shot it at Frisk. He aimed at his chest, and pulled the trigger multiple times. Frisk felt the impact of every shot, and he doubled over, trying to catch his breath. "Sans, what the hell?! That...tastes good?" Frisk said, detecting the flavor of the ammunition he was shot with. He breathed in the magic and determination through his nose, and he was instantly rejuvenated. "Wow! That feels good! Sans, shoot me a little more!" Sans obliged three more shots before putting the extractor down. Frisk held his arms up ready to taste the rainbow again, but he only got a small taste as his hands absorbed the magic and determination this time. He was amazed. "Whoa. I can absorb magic and determination with my own two hands! This is awesome! Why didn't I try this sooner?" "Easy. No one told you it could be done. But now you know, which means..." Chara did her creepy face again, but this time, she had a plan. "Chara, why do you look...like...oh..." Frisk smiled deviously at the realization of what he could do. "Guys, I think I know just what to do." Asriel, intrigued at what Chara and Frisk were thinking, approached him. "Frisk, Chara, what's going on in those minds of yours?" Frisk and Chara pulled Asriel close to them, and told them an idea they both had. Asriel acquired an evil smile, topped with black scleras and markings on his face. "Everybody, I think it's time to get ready to fight the good fight." They all headed back inside. Meanwhile, Talrok, Rhonda, and Noah were planning their next move as well in yet another abandoned building. "Noah, have you found the cordinates to Mount Ebott yet?" Asked Talrok. "Yes. I finally pinpointed the exact location. We can make our move now, but it woupd require exterminating Frisk and Chara at this point." "Please." Mocked Rhonda. "Frisk couldn't kill me, so I highly doubt tha-" "Not so fast!" Talrok said, putting a foot down. "Frisk didn't kill you, that much is true. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have such potential. I sensed it when I came to retrieve you. He can cast spells just like any monster now. I'm sure he's honing his skill right now. We'll need to rest for the night, or we won't succeed in our plan." That's exactly what they did. They slumbered in the abandoned building, and Frisk and his people retired for the night in the school. War was coming, and they were getting ready for the fight of their lives.

#Undertale #Frisk (undertale)#Chara (undertale)#sans #papyrus #mettaton #undyne #alphys #toriel #Asgore Dreemurr #Asriel Dreemurr #Talrok #Rhonda #Noah #sorry for the long post #I'm trying to tell a story here #God-mode Arc #Goddomodoaku

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BitterBlossoms - Chapter 3: Ruins, a moral compass.

The story so far: Frisk learned more about Tori, Asgore, and Flowey. It seems that in this timeline, Tori and Asgore are not royalty. Meanwhile, Frisk suffers from her own memories as she prepares to battle the ex-captain of the royal guard, Tori Dreemurr.

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Chapter 3

Author’s Note: Best read on AO3. For original readers of this fic who are wondering where all the chapters have gone, check out my update.

Frisk made an attempt to smile as her adoptive mother placed a piece of pie down on the table before her, but her expression remained neutral despite her intentions. It was hard for Frisk to feel anything aside from a singular feeling of loathing. It had been months since the incident, and Toriel grew more and more concerned with her daughter's behavior. The human girl barely managed to pass her GED test despite Toriel's tutelage. The older goat woman had been shaken up as much as anyone else had been when they heard the news of the dusting, but Frisk's grief was paralyzing. Toriel talked around the issue often, trying phrase things gently or avoiding the topic altogether, but she could not stand to see her child look so wrapped up with... guilt. The mother placed a loving hand on her child's shoulder, and offered her daughter her ear once more, hoping this time Frisk would take it. "My child, you know you can tell me anything, do you not? I desire to give you the space you need to process what happened... but I worry that in doing so I am now enabling you to... give up on life."

The silence that hung between them seemed to burn in Toriel's mind. She could not let Frisk feel so overwhelmed by herself. She could not go through this again with another child. Toriel worried about drawing parallels between Frisk and her other children, but the burning sensation would not let up. Her words were like the water required to stop the flames. "There was nothing more you could have done, my child," Toriel pulled Frisk into a tight embrace. The corners of Frisk's eyes burned as she felt the tears fighting to escape. "Had you become more involved... if you had stepped in... Frisk, we could have lost more than-"

With that, Frisk pushed away from Toriel. Despite herself, Frisk's tears ran down her face. She wanted to be like him, smiling despite how horrible the world could be. Frisk wanted to be strong, but all she could do was cry and feel sorry for herself. The one emotion she could summon in her voice was anger. "Mom, you don't... You don't get it."

Toriel's eyes narrowed at her child. She looked from Frisk to the ground, "Do you not recall? I was around for the war that had my people sealed away. I understa-"

"No, mom, no." Frisk interrupted, her tone taut. "You don't understand. In fact, it's impossible for you to understand. If I just had more control, I could fix everything! If I could just bring up the damn menu-" It was Frisk's turn to be interrupted.

"Frisk," Toriel commanded in her motherly voice. "In this home, you will listen to me and obey my rules. We do not curse in this household, and we certainly do not shout at each other. I love you. You are my child. I think it is time that we discuss active healing from this incident. Perhaps it is time to seek help or meditation..."

Frisk stared at the slice of pie as Toriel lectured her. It was butterscotch-cinnamon, Toriel and Frisk's shared favorite. She noticed then that there was also a small, red cookie on the side in the shape of a heart. It had a sugary powder on it. Dust on red...

Red eyes flashed from beyond the witch hat. Tori stood before Frisk wearing a big brimmed witch hat and holding an oaken staff. A feeling of deja vu overtook Frisk. She had fought her mother before in this very same room. The delta rune on the double doors leading to Snowdin seemed to have something etched around them, but Frisk had no time to inspect this now. Frisk felt the air around her chill as Tori began to levitate from the ground. The goat woman was poised, ready for battle. This Tori was not like the Toriel of her past. Was it so wrong to feel excited? To see something new from a familiar face? Frisk immediately CHECKed Tori.

* Tori - ATK 80 DEF 80

* Only wants what is best for everyone.

"You know, I had once stood in the sun, protecting not only my people... but your people as well," Tori spoke to the ground as icicles began to appear from the ground beneath Frisk's SOUL. The red SOUL moved around, dodging the attacks. It was unexpected, and Frisk felt a strange feeling in her heart. She was about to see something truly awe inspiring.

Frisk lingered on the ACT menu but saw nothing there for her aside from CHECK. She considered for a moment trying to MERCY her would-be mother, but, weren't monsters always at their best when actually challenged? As she fought, Frisk had expected to fight with her bare hands. However, a red knife materialized in her right palm. She looked at it strangely. Tori didn't wait for Frisk to make her attack.

"Even after the humans banished us, I believed in them." Tori summoned a micro hail storm over the red SOUL. The small, hard pellets came out in a zigzag of sorts. Frisk struggled to find the pattern, taking some damage in response.

Once the spell finished, Frisk lunged at Tori with the red knife. The red knife seemed to hit something right in front of Tori that Frisk had not seen. It crackled under the slice of the knife. Tori looked up at Frisk with a determined look.

"Even after our people banished us, I still believed," Tori's next attack was familiar to Frisk. It resembled a giant double helix, made of snowflakes rather than fire. Frisk felt relieved by the familiar attack, weaving her soul in and out of the attack. The attack dissipated, and Frisk wasted no time. With a tight grip, she attacked Tori once again.

Again it was deflected by some invisible barrier.

"But here we are, human, fighting. I cannot help but wonder if I have been wrong to believe... Would my son... my son..." Tori muttered, her face lowering even more, her face completely obscured by her hat. Frisk couldn't help but feel her interest piqued. Of course Asriel had died in this timeline too, after all, Flowey was present. The hail storm fell again, dropping Frisk down to half her health. She cursed under her breath at the damage. Frisk tried again to attack, but already knew the result: no hit. What would it take to land a blow to Tori?

"My son... my poor... son..." The room became deathly quiet as Tori landed on her knees. Frisk tilted her head confused for a moment, but realized the goat woman was crying. It was then Frisk noticed her ACT button glowing red. She examined her new options...

* BARRIER BREAK

What was that? She had never seen an ACT like that before. Without a second thought, Frisk pressed it. Her body seemed to work on its own. She lifted her free, left hand toward Tori and shouted, "Barrier break!" The once invisible wall surrounding Tori shattered visibly before her like glass. Once the shards hit the ground, they dissipated from existence. Frisk noticed Tori holding her face in her hands as she wept. Tori was completely distracted by her grief.

The red knife burned in Frisk's right hand. Its heat comforted her, and she felt guided to end this mother's suffering. That was her mission this whole time, was it not? To end suffering for everyone. Was this not just another means to that end?

You are filled with determination.

The words echoed through her body and mind. Her unstoppable force of will. What she wanted would happen, no matter what. Even the impossible was not outside of her reach. Her constant reincarnation was proof of this, was it not?

With a wicked smile, she approached the grieving mother. Still a wretch as ever. Still just a sad, old woman. The knife came down...

And was met with her staff!

"I am done with believing in humans," Tori looked up from her grounded position. With those words, a large, white circle appeared below Frisk's feet. Frisk could not see Tori's obscured face, but the eye Frisk could see flashed white. As it did, Tori managed to push Frisk far from her, whirling her staff with a flourish. "You would attack me at my lowest point... I cannot go easy on you any longer. This is the point of no return..."

The sorceress floated high into the air, both of her eyes glowing white with power. "I was told it is dangerous for me to go all out while I carry another little one... but in your case, I have run low on options." Tori started to chant a spell beneath her breath. A triangle appeared within the circle, its lines traced in white. Distracted by the appearing lines, Frisk didn't notice the room grow hotter until fire balls summoned and spiraled around. Frisk found little room for error as she danced with the flames. In many ways, she was already practiced to handle this particular spell. It was a piece of King Asgore's repertoire. Before Frisk could even react, Tori whirled her staff around. Several electrical bolts shot from it, following the red SOUL despite being unprepared. Frisk tumbled backward, not having expected the attack.

The Supreme Sorceress has appeared.

Frisk narrowed her eyes at Tori, and through gritted teeth rolled quickly out of the way of a large bolt Tori launched to finish the electrical attack with.

"I am the master of magic, human," Tori's voice was calm. In many ways, she sounded just like the Toriel Frisk knew. "No human has ever gotten past me. You will surely perish."

Her SOUL suddenly turned orange-red. As she stood still, she felt her body and SOUL burn, she rolled into a standing position, finding that it alleviated the pain and quickly began running side to side as Tori fired off another round of fire balls.

"You will witness my special attack," Tori stated plainly. A crescent moon shape appeared within the circle. As it did, more shapes brightly formed alongside the crescent moon both within and without the triangle. "Good bye, foolish one."

Frisk could feel that this would be the end of the fight if she didn't act quickly. Her ACT was a dark red color once more, and so she pulled it up.

* ???

With nothing left to lose, Frisk pressed the curious option. Once again, she reached out with her free, left hand and chanted, "$@#!! &$%*^." The words were foreign to her, and she did not understand what she had even said. However, the magic circle that had started to swirl beneath her feet seemed to go haywire. The lines spun quickly, wire-like strings breaking from the circle. Quickly, the whole thing faded away. For once, Tori looked shocked, even horrified. Without realizing it, Frisk had leaped toward Tori and slashed. Her hand felt guided. Her blade bore deep into Tori's shoulder. Her already widened eyes opened more as the pain flooded her body.

"That's high-level magic... how...?" Tori exclaimed pulling away from Frisk; the red knife buried deep into her shoulder. She collapsed to the floor on her knees again, but her form looked completely unstable. "I... I... I was wrong about you humans..." Tori pulled her head back and laughed. "D.e.s.p.i.t.e. e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g., I... c.o.u.l.d. n.o.t. p.r.o.t.e.c.t..." As she spoke, her voice wavered as if these words took all her leftover power to say. Her body began to disintegrate, turning to dust. First her legs, then her waist, and as it reached her torso, Tori managed to utter her last words. "... e.i.t.h.e.r. o.f. m.y. c.h.i.l.d.r.e.n."

All that remained in that room of Tori was her hat. Everything else about her turned to dust. Frisk looked down at the ground, seeing an insignificant pile of dust. Without another word, Frisk walked into the long hallway behind the double doors. Each step felt like hours as the distance grew between Frisk and Tori. It was okay, right? It wasn't like Tori was dead for good. Frisk was just curious about Tori and her power. Tori and the story she would probably not tell her without being pushed to the brink of death. Seeing her monster family in all their glory... that was okay, was it not? All she needed to do was...

Reset?

Frisk stood in front of Flowey. His blue face pointed at her, but his eyes seemed to look beyond Frisk. He was looking at her face, but not into her eyes. Frisk clenched her fists, ready to be ridiculed by Flowey for giving in again. For, again, killing Toriel in this kill or be killed world.

"Did you really... have to go that far?" Flowey's voice was soft and sounded more closely like the voice Frisk had only heard a few times before. "Don't you think there could've been another way?"

There was a long silence between them. Frisk could say nothing to Flowey. Instead, she felt guilt surging up her spine.

"I... I understand how you feel, Frisk," Flowey's lips curled into a small smile as he looked away from Frisk. "When I watched you fight... You reminded me of me... I can't help but wonder if maybe you've already seen this all before. I wonder if you feel bored of this world..."

Frisk felt her breath catch in her throat. If she said a word, she knew she would start crying. Instead, she stayed silent and held her ground.

"There is still hope for you if you have the same power that I had... go back and undo what you have done. You didn't kill anyone in the ruins, so I think that... the fight was some weird mistake. Mom would never have gone after you so viciously as she did... reset this mistake, Frisk."

With that, Flowey plunged into the earth. By themselves, Frisk's feet moved forward. One after another. Her health was extremely low, but Frisk did not care. Finally, she was outside.

The brisk air chilled her to the bone. Frisk didn't seem to notice. Her mind was numb as she walked with one foot in front of the other. Reset, Frisk thought as she walked toward the bridge. Reset this mistake, reset this mistake. It was so simple, wasn't it? Any mistake could just be reset, and it would be as if nothing had ever happened. Isn't that how Frisk got into this mess in the first place? Her heart felt heavy with guilt. Reset. Isn't that what caused her to feel free with her curiosity? She could kill some of her friends. She could spare some of her friends. She could start out merciful and destroy everyone near New Home. Frisk could commit mass murder in the ruins and come out a saint. She killed in various combinations when she came back into the Underground. When she realized that it was her last chance to see the different outcomes.

Frisk reached the bridge and stood paralyzed before it. How had she not learned her lesson? Frisk cannot quickly reset her mistakes in this world. She could not let her strange and morbid curiosity overcome her. The human let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in. Hot tears streamed down her face, leaving streaks as it did. That was when she sensed it. The hooded creature that had killed her stood behind her. She turned around to meet it.

They stood before her, towering her by a whole head and a half. Frisk had a hard time seeing this monster, as the hot tears in her eyes blurred her vision. They seemed to be dressed like death, in black robes with a black hood. The hood completely shrouded the monster's head in darkness, but she could make out the delta rune symbol on their chest. It was in white; however, it laid on a dark blue color. Frisk was certain this was the monster who had killed her before. It seemed to let her live for longer this time around. Reset.

Frisk suddenly reached out to the creature, grabbing at what seemed like it's arm. Hysterically, she yanked them toward her, but they resisted, pulling away and retaking a step.

"H-help me," Frisk stuttered as she continued to pull at his sleeve. "I-I... I need to die." She looked up at the grim reaper with wide, frightened eyes. "I need-" The wind was taken out of her as the great monster pulled her close, his hood falling back with the motion. They had a skull for a head. They wore a familiar, broad smile.

"would be wrong of me not to help a lady in need," he mused, his skeletal mouth not moving an inch. Somehow, his eyes were not as friendly as she remembered, and his smile, while full, did not seem quite as happy. He brought his face close to Frisk's, almost as if he intended to kiss her somehow. "though i guess i would never have considered myself a lady killer." He chuckled at his pun. Frisk looked up at him, some of the fear leaving her face. Something about that disturbed the skeleton, and he reared his head back. Shortly after he shrugged. "now, since you won't mind... i'll take your SOUL as payment, little lady."

The human felt a sudden pain in her abdomen, and she could feel her vision turning white just has it had before. The world around her burned out, though she could feel her body drop into the snowy ground as the skeleton seemed to curse to himself over and over. His voice became so distant that she could no longer understand anything he said.

The entire world was dark. Much darker than she had seen anywhere else in the Underground. A ray of light grew from a singular point, bathing golden flowers in its radiance. Facing away was a young human. They had brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail, fair skin, and their eyes were such a rich brown they could be mistaken for red. It took Frisk a moment to realize she was alive, but somewhere else. She approached the young human, but paused in her footsteps. Something about them was uncomfortably familiar. Nevertheless, they were human. Humans only wanted to hurt others... even Frisk, herself, was proof of that. The other human seemed to sense her presence and took his gaze from the flowers to her eyes. There was no mistaking it this person looked like an older Chara. He wore different clothing, a green button-up shirt with a yellow bow tie. Despite his soft look and friendly face, Frisk knew better than to trust him.

Greetings, I am Chara.

Frisk narrowed her eyes at him. She took a step back but was ready to fight.

I understand if you are angry with me, however, you are mad at the wrong people.

I am not the Chara of your world. I am also not the one who has killed others for the sake of curiosity.

Even without a weapon, Chara found the right dagger to twist. Frisk paused in her tracks and flinched as he spoke the words.

In fact, am I quite sure I am a victim of your brutality, Frisk. After all... you used my magic to kill poor Toriel Dreemurr.

Frisk looked at him confused.

Your connection to... let us call him, C D for the sake of simplicity. Chara Dreemurr, or C D, is the Chara of your world.

Do you not think you may have molded him into who he is now? Do you say you are entirely blameless in this?

And now you use this connection to corrupt me as well... When you first appeared here, I made the same mistake as he...

I lent you my determination because I sensed that you had none. However, it seemed that you were meant like a Trojan Horse.

You were sent here to infect me, but I was more cunning... and now you are cursed.

The flowers that sprout from your body are my doing, but my hand was forced.

Each time you die, you are closer to true death. Each flower signifies your weakening hold over the material world.

However...

Chara looked Frisk up and down, and his eyes softened.

I can sense that you feel guilt. You feel regret for what you have done in the past... and despite your actions most recently, you regret killing our great captain.

You do not trust me as I do not trust you. However, if there is hope you can be made right again... then I shall aid you.

Frisk took in a deep breath. She always found it difficult to speak to Chara the few times he had bothered to approach her in the abyss. She wasn't sure what to say.

Say nothing, Frisk. Prove to me that you will change, and I will help you in any way that I can... Until we meet again.

When Frisk blinked, she appeared from that otherworldly space to the save point in front of the Dreemurr's home. Her head hurt somewhat, and she hugged something close to her body. She stood there holding Flowey in his flower pot, which she now hugged. He looked up at her with a soft smile. His eyes traveled from her eyes up to where the blue flower had been. He grew a concerned look.

"There is another flower on your head, Frisk," His smile wavered for a moment, but he tried his best to look sharp. "Thank you... for resetting. I know it is a bit hard, but... I know you are a good person."

"How can you tell that?" Frisk responded quickly and shortly. She felt like a monster. Not like her friends, but the sort of monsters she heard of as a child before she found her family beneath the earth. "How can everyone be so sure that I'm..."

"You didn't attack me, for one thing," Flowey gestured with his leaf, tapping it with his other leaf. "For another, you didn't kill da-Gori." He tapped his blade, but fumbled with his words, apparently forgetting he had already referred to Tori as his mother earlier. "Finally... Tori came after you pretty harshly out of nowhere. I mean, I knew a lil about how strong she was, but... what was that about? Were you trying to leave again?"

"Yeah..." Frisk sighed. Toriel always blocked the way to the ruins, but this time her words were starkly different. She wasn't trying to protect Frisk from the monsters. No, she was trying to protect the monsters from Frisk. Rightfully so. Frisk hated the strange feeling that crawled up her spine. She wanted to be a better person, and not descend into madness as she had in the prior run. Her curiosity got the better of her. Sometimes, she felt like her body moved on its own, but Frisk felt that a poor excuse. She lamented how quickly she turned away from pacifism.

"Listen, Frisk," Flowey folded his petals and seemed to prepare to lecture her. "I can tell that Tori is going to guard that door again... and if you want to leave so badly, well... I guess I've got to go with you."

Frisk gave Flowey a blank stare. Flowey was strange enough with his helpful demeanor and his lack of calling her an idiot. She was unsure about bringing him along. Flowey seemed able to read the expression on her face and rolled his eyes.

"Look, I don't want you to feel forced to kill Tori again, but I also don't want anything bad to happen to you." Flowey suddenly blushed, looked away, and quickly added, "O-or anybody else Underground! I-I mean, you defeated Tori at her full power! I am not sure how you did that, and honestly, that means I should keep my eye on you, right?"

Frisk laughed to herself and shook her head. Flowey wanted to help her out. Oddly, this time... perhaps Flowey would help be her moral compass as opposed to goading her to hurt her friends.

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