#last post with human flowey before he switches back

[justanechoflower]

So little flower, do you have any favorite games? Just curious, since playing games is my main hobby and I hope we can both share in it! Especially now that you can play with your small baby hands.

[zirkkun]

I can't sleep so I'm gonna ramble for a minute here about. uh. 2020 i guess lol everyone else is so might as well jump on the bandwagon.

Be aware this is really really fucking long so it's a commitment to read it lmao sorry i just cannot sleep and i guess i had more on my mind about this year than i thought. I also did not proofread this at all. I just started writing and didn't look back lol

This year was... Weird for me. It started out with me feeling my best in January, comfortable and positive as I did my nth playthrough of DBH with friends and finally having enough alts of my boy Alfonse in FEH to have a team of Just him to fight with. (Priorities, right?) February hit, and things were still going good. I met Ray Chase and had him sign a print I did of Roy and Alfonse in some casual outfits for a scrapped au I wrote years ago. (And I gave him one 😊). Hell, like, covid was just coming around when me and my friends went to the con that weekend and a breakout of it hit the city just south of where the con was like a week before, but I was genuinely so excited for it that like I was like "Yeah, if i die, i die. Whatever happens happens." God, at this point, the Alfonse gc I was in was still alive and I still didn't talk to anyone in the group outside of that gc. Lowkey miss it tbh. But oh well. Things move on.

But that con was like... Stressful. I usually have fair amounts of stress at cons, being around so many people, I fear theft, unwanted contact, y'know, the standard; but my friend group was so filled with tension that it was absolutely painful. We'd been split most of the weekend, and if the two groups came together, it was hell, because it just caused unwanted arguments. I felt really bad cause I didn't want them to be upset, yknow? But i also wanted to hang out with my friends all at once. So i swapped between the groups a bit over the weekend. And blew WAY more money than I should have and lowkey it kind of fucked me over for the rest of the year cause I haven't had a job all year outside of, like, a local church job that pays at a rare max of $100 a month ;w;

I'd been struggling in school the previous semester already, about halfway through having just stopped going to classes altogether, yet still somehow managed to pass everything with B's and A's. The next semester rolled around, and I thought at first the distraction and inability to do anything was because of the con, and as it persisted after, I thought it was just post-con depression. But, as it turned out, no, it's just been my biggest relapse of depression since the end of high school, and frankly, it's only gotten worse since. I can't sleep rn because I'm between not wanting to do anything because I have a lack of emotions and motivation and not feeling deserving of sleep lol. I checked out of school on February 28th, however, I was convinced I was merely demotivated by my surroundings -- at this point, I was studying Japanese, and one of my friends at the time was a (although probably unintentionally) complete braggart about how much he was studying and how he was improving... not to mention he was textbook example of "This is an Actual Weeaboo, don't Fucking Do this." (One of many reasons i said friend at the time lol) it was just... So draining being around him, and I had to see him in class every day of the week. I barely scraped together assignments last-minute and never studied under the idea of "What does it matter if I'm not putting in my 100%?" So I checked out, with plans of transferring for the following semester.

Well, then March hit. Y'all know how March went down lmao.

I pretty much locked myself in my room at all times during March, going between Animal Crossing and BOTW (which actually racked up like 200ish hours i think according to the nintendo year in review i had lmao). I started making a bit closer online friends at this point, notably @levitumbling who decided to take me in as his channel designer for YouTube and I've been ever since! But. Of course. My first task? A Sans meme. My payment? One Switch copy of Undertale because he considered it a disgrace that I'd never played the game before.

Now, let me tell you. I was fuckin scared to play this game. I held onto it for weeks between the fear of "My friend bought me this and i should play this" and "I told myself I'd never touch this game with a 20 mile pole because of how much it's been shoved down my throat over the years." So, one day, I don't remember when, early April, I said, fuck it, I'll play it for a little bit, just enough to say "hey i played it for a bit!" and then never go back.

The only thing that stopped me from beating the whole thing in one sitting was it was the crack of dawn when I passed out, extremely tired and extremely frustrated by the fact I couldn't beat Muffet. Yes, I got that far in one sitting I intended to play for 15 minutes tops.

Now. Let me fuckin tell you. About my first playthrough of Undertale. I haven't gone into a game knowing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about it like... I think ever. Usually I know what style of game it is, the genre, the main plot premise. I knew nothing other than the existence of Sans (and, as it turned out, I'd heard some of the soundtrack pieces before, notably Bonetrousle I heard this cover of it in a radio livestream a while back and never really looked it up, but was always excited when the radio looped back around to it being on; and I'd heard Dating Start! because that's Alpharad's go-to sponsorship ost lmao.) But anyway. I was completely in the dark. Do yall mind if i just go through some highlights of my favorite memories? This is supposed to be a summary of the year but I mean, I think this made a big enough impact on me to really like. Discuss it a bit.

I watched the whole opening cutscene, started a new game under my old screenname, "Yoru," since in naming the "Fallen Child," I assumed they were dead. Well, I was a little surprised to just be that child, alive, two seconds later, but whatever, I rolled with it.

I genuinely trusted Flowey right away. Like no shit. He told me run into the "friendliness pellets" and I didn't even fucking question it. And when Toriel came in? And she said to follow her? I straight up was like "Why the hell should I trust you?? That guy just tried to kill me what says you wont?" I followed only because the game made me but i was Wary the whole time. It took me a LONG time to warm up to Toriel.

Now. Let me tell you how stupid I am as well. The game says over and over right, "Don't fight. Spare. Have Mercy when names are Yellow." Well, I took this literally. I didn't understand the Act mechanic most of the time, and when something didn't work I just said, fuck it, and fought them. If their name didn't turn yellow, I just fought them. "They don't want Mercy if their name isn't yellow, right?" After a while, I'd started getting bored of fighting and would just run away, but like, I came to a point where I was like "I have a really low level, I'm really going to regret this later on if I don't grind for a while."

I don't know when I stopped but. I think I was only one or two kills away from a genocide run accidentally my first playthrough, based on how I think I was LV 3 and looking at genocide playthroughs, you're LV 3 or 4 when you fight Toriel. Like. Holy fuck. I can't imagine what I would have thought of this game if that happened lmao.

Speaking of Toriel, still didn't trust her, at all. When we got to Home, and after I did Every Single different phrase she says when you go downstairs before you talk to her reading about snails; I did not Hesitate to ask "cool uh when the fuck can I leave?" When we got to the Ruins exit I was like, ah, here it is. The betrayal from her I was expecting, where she tries to kill me. Well, nothing on the Act menu worked, right? So... I fought and killed her. I didn't really care, actually. I just kept going.

Then meeting Sans and Papyrus happened. I lost my fucking shit at this part, mostly when they were talking, because every time Sans made a pun it would zoom in on him and do a rimshot. The puns were not funny and I was definitely on Pap's side of "oh my GOD shut up." But that fucking zoom in and rimshot was just so fourth wall breaking and unexpected. Fuck, it still gets me. Anyway. Game continues. I again lose my shit at (insane spinning in random directions) "OH MY GOD! IS THAT A HUMAN?" "uh, i think that's a rock." "OH. WAIT! WHAT'S THAT IN FRONT OF THE ROCK?? (IS IT A HUMAN??)" "(yes.)" "OH MY GOD!!!" and still think these two moments in the game are Peak comedy. Oh, and let me tell you, I did not like either of these two at this point. Sans I was like, okay, hes kind of a dumbass in a funny way, but Papyrus is a dumbass in a way that just annoys me. Genuinely the archetype that misses social cues and therefore has miscommunication usually just annoys me to no end. (Mostly for the miscommunication. It's my least favorite trope and makes me unreasonably angry.) But yeah. Wasn't really a fan. But out of everyone so far? Definitely found Sans to be the most tolerable. But that's about all I thought of him lmao.

Getting to Snowdin, with the Papyrus battle, remember how I said I didn't like Papyrus? And yes, this was something I genuinely thought at one point, I genuinely hated Papyrus, imagine that. What a wild world that is. But anyway. You know how his Act menu has the "Flirt" option? I, for no reason, gunned it for the Flirt option, even though I did not want to. Then when he was like "WE'LL GO ON A DATE! LATER!!" i was like yea sure okay lmao. Again, couldn't figure out the Act menu to turn his name yellow, so I fought him, and he was one or two attacks from dying (miraculously) when he ended the battle. I spared him here cause, well, he spared me, it was only fair. Then this guy again is like "ILL BE AT MY HOUSE WHEN YOU WANT TO GO ON THAT DATE!" and i was like haha funny but still turned around to go on the date. Like why? I have no idea. I think I was more like "haha hes probably not gonna be there and its just cause i picked that option and lo and behold there was an actual fucking date. Oh my god. I have never in my life been on a video game date where one party was convinced I was infatuated with them and im here on the other side of the screen like "oh my god make this end i can't stand being around you.???" But still. The date was. Really fucking funny. I wish I could experience it for the first time again like holy shit. There are few playthroughs I did after this where I didn't go on the Pap date, even if I just spedrun through it.

So then you get to Waterfall and Sans is there like "hey wanna go to grillbys" and i was like sure why not so we go there and my choices were fries & ketchup (so i did not get the legendary scene where he chugged a bottle of ketchup, but i sure did my second playthrough, and let me tell you, i was disgusted). But like. This whole experience at grillby's like, the whoopee cushion, him using a comb on his bald ass skull, him just fuckin unapologetically scratching his ass for no reason?? Bro i was like "why the fuck is this guy part of the Tumblr Sexymen™ group ??? He's so ????? Gross???????" and like i still have this question tbh lmao. But like. Okay so he asks you "what do you think of my bro?" And my genuine answer was "uncool" and he was like "hey man sarcasm isnt funny" and can i just mention how like inheritly manipulative sans actually is like fuck he does things like this where he throws your answer the other way a few times and Every time it actually swayed me the other way. Because right here I went. "Oh. Maybe Papyrus is better than I thought." Like holy fuck maybe i should be more aware if something like that can sway my opinion so easily LMAO.

Anyway waterfall i genuinely was very bored of the whole time. I spent like a genuine 20 minutes figuring out the puzzle where you have to talk to a wall and I actually didn't realize you could move the telescope around. What helped me solve it is my friend's advice before I played it. "Inspect everything. Even talk to walls. Trust me." And literally thats how I solved it. But pretty much everything in Waterfall otherwise bored me. I did think it was pretty though, and did enjoy reading the lore, but when it started talking about monster biology my one fear had been realized: oh god, oh fuck. My original species for my own series also has physical Souls and die by turning to dust because they're made entirely of magic. God fuck. My luck, it has to be something popular, so now everyone's gonna think I'm a ripoff. But, at the same time, I do think it helped me understand monster biology (and it helped me come up with the ULR biology) better, because I've put in a lot of thought to existence of a species that exists only by magic and a Soul (which, mine only actually have half a Soul, as a full Soul makes a being immortal, which was also similar to the boss monsters in a way). It definitely made a lot more sense for like, the skeletons n stuff for me, because like my characters are wholly shapeshifters but usually take human form, and while they have "organs" in the places humans would have them, they don't operate. They're just placeholders, because they just live with their Soul. So I've always thought the same with UT monsters, since the skelebros can live without organs, that means so do the rest of the monsters, even if they have animal-like appearances.

Off topic lmao. Back to UT. So, the Undyne fight was kind of the turning point for me. She was pissing me off so much during this whole game and like I was like "if theres another fucking part where I have to run away from her im going to scream." Well, once again, her name wasn't yellow, so I wasn't going to spare her... and, actively, I made the decision to kill her, because I didn't want to deal with her still chasing me later on in the game. It took me a long time to beat her, and when I did, I texted my friend (@cheshiregrinnbuttoneyes ) in excitment like "YES I FINALLY KILLED UNDYNE" and she texted back like "YOU DID WHAT?????" and i was like "i.... Killed Undyne????" she replies, "YOU DONT HAVE TO OMFG WHY" and im like "I DIDN'T HAVE TO?? THERE'S OTHER OPTIONS?????" and shes like "YES OMFG THAT'S LITERALLY THE PREMISE OF THE GAME" and im "WHAT."

So then. I get that call from Papyrus like. "HEY! YOU ME AND UNDYNE SHOULD HANG OUT SOMETIME!"

oh my god the guilt i felt.

alphys on undernet being like "omfg i forgot to watch undyne fight the human. ah ill ask her about it later she never loses <3"

bro. i nearly fuckin cried. i was like. Not to mention I'd gotten the crush question right for Mettaton's quiz in answering Undyne (bc i was like "plz be gay plz be gay") so it fucking cut like a knife what I'd done.

I don't remember when I let myself get passed it. But I do know that the whole story arc between Alphys and Mettaton went way over my head. Like, i know im probs the minority on this, but I adore Alphys, I have since I first met her in game, and like, when Mettaton was like "ALPHYS HAS BEEN LYING TO YOU!" i just went "...nah."

Also, I didnt like mettaton at this point, cause I thought he was being really obnoxious, and then the turn around to betray Alphys really kinda pissed me off.

But like.

Oh my god.

Remember how I said I swapped my opinion on Pap earlier bc of Sans's comment? Yeah that was a pretty fast turnaround, but it still took me a few times.

But the second i saw mettaton ex

I was like

"HIM. HE. HE'S THE ONE I LOVE."

Like, full turnaround from Undyne, I actively refused to kill him. All times I thought he was an asshole? Forgotten. Me thinking he's a selfish prick? Gone. Nada. Nothing. Pure adoration. Suddenly every flaw he had was pushed aside purely from how hot I thought he was. Also, fuckin, im really glad i played this when no one in my house was awake, because I still didn't understand the Act mechanic here, and every time you attack mettaton he has this like moan he does and im like oh my god. stop. omfg.

At the end, too, when there was the calls and everything, when he had his big turnaround, I was just so happy for him I genuinely cried. Also, I had to do his battle probably the most out of everyone's in the game (not including genocide), so when it came around to his battle during the (glitchless) speedruns i did, i was more invested in how fast I could rack up points, cause you need 10k rating points to pass, and I actually did get that before he lost his legs, but apparently he needed to lose those too before you passed lol. Unfortunate.

Anyway after Alphys talked to you and everything, i genuinely went to see if Mettaton was still there, but he wasn't :( so i just went to New Home. I was very ill prepared for the fight against Asgore and the only reason I struggled with it so much was because my only healing items were like. Something that healed like 10 or 12 hp and the snowman piece. I was LV 9 when i finished the game, so like, my HP was pretty high, but i didnt have the G to buy items, so i was pretty much fucked. Yes. I had to eat the snowman to win.

Oh speaking of terrifying shit though. Photoshop flowey? My god. I haven't been afraid of a video game boss so much since I was a little kid. It was like 3 am and i was not prepared for him to just delete my save file and then kill me on repeat, glitching and breaking everything as he pleased. Bruh i was genuinely scared. Like, not even just, "oh yikes :(" or something. Like, crying scared. Lmao im an emotional bitch by nature.

I of course had to restart from the beginning again to get the True Pacifist ending. I was very careful to never touch the Fight button literally ever. And, it actually took me a while to reset, because I hate erasing my original save files, yknow? But, well, as it turned out? While technically New Game+ by naming, resetting doesn't erase everything you did. It wasn't a new file. I was a little confused at first to be honest. Toriel saying things were familiar, remembering things I said, Papyrus and Undyne both recognizing me, like. It was unnerving.

When I got to the end, i had to look up how to get Alphys's date (since my friend told me the way to unlock TP was to go on all the dates, but Alphys's was definitely designed in mind of you turning around from New Home and going back to talk to people rather than a new reset. So after unlocking it, getting through Alphys's date (i still remember being like, verbally, "omg alphys you look so nice??" When she came out with the dress on and then had a thought to myself like... since when do i care about what people look like? since when do i compliment people? At that point, while I didn't consider myself to be a rude person, I definitely wasn't exactly all that concerned about others for anything. Sure, I cared about others' lives, but I tended to be a bit more judgemental internally, and just. Didn't really give a fuck about what people did in the most negative sense possible, unless it involved me. Yet, it rolled off my tongue like it was something id say normally to anyone. I really wonder if this is the true turning point for me this year.)

Getting to the end, with everyone cheering me on. Hoo boy. This was the start of many tears to come. Papyrus's "DO WHAT I WOULD DO! BELIEVE IN YOU!!" sticks with me the most. I wasn't surprised by Flowey's actions, but what fucking threw me for a loop was like. When Flowey was revealed as Asriel, I was genuinely jaw-drop shocked. I was like. Holy fuck. I thought he was dead. What the hell. To this day, though, i still think Hopes and Dreams hits me the hardest out of all the boss battle themes. It doesn't super bother me, bc like, difference in opinion is whatever, but like. Whenever I see Megalovania at the top of someone's ost list for Undertale I'm just... Why? Maybe it's because I'd overheard it meme'd to much before I played the game, but like, i dunno, it's not a bad song, but it's not the most emotional provoking piece for me, so it's pretty far down my list. Hopes and Dreams will still remain my #1.

I really did feel determined during this battle. I really felt a lot of emotion. I felt excited. I felt frightened. I felt ambitious. Asriel's battle is probably still the hardest for me, and yes, I'm counting genocide this time. I can't grasp his magic patterns at all, and I more so played it as a "okay, how much damage can i take? Whats his next move?" As i healed every other turn. It took me a very long time to beat him (though no 11 hours like Sans, this was more like, 2 or 3 max) and when I got to the part with the Lost Souls, most of the characters just said their "we hate you" piece and i was like "nope you're controlled" right.

But then there's Sans's "just give up. i did."

I genuinely had to stop. I set down my controller and just sat for a minute. I'd mentioned before how much I've been struggling with depression for years now, and it's at the worst it's been since high school. Maybe you'd think when I saw that, I was like "sure, maybe I should give up." But... It's really the "i did." that hit me like a rock to the stomach. While I do know a couple other people with depression, the most discussion we have with it is "haha i wanna die" kinda jokes yknow? Nothing really serious. And, well, I've always been the type to lean to fictional characters for support more than real people, since I've just been so disconnected from a lot of friends growing up and was too scared to talk about anything with my family.

So seeing someone else say "just give up. i did." hit me so fucking hard that I just started crying. I had already been in a real sappy mood cause the whole scene was so emotional as it was, even if merely the cliche of friendship will save all, y'know what? Its a good ass fuckin trope and makes me emotional lmao.

So, naturally, I was more hyperaware of Sans's implied depression from here onward. The conversations with everyone post-battle left me crying. God, so did the hug with Asriel. I was just fucking bawling.

Oh god. I didn't even mention. "Despite everything, it's still you." Another line that just hit me and I had to pause.

So admist my crying mess, I was telling my friend I'd beat Undertale again. He asks me "so... you gonna play the genocide route?" And I already had from the beginning. I always want to play every available route in a game. I see no point in paying for something and then not playing it all. I'd consider myself a completionist who doesn't ever actually finish anything lmao.

I definitely put my emotions aside for genocide. The absolute hardest kill for me was Papyrus, though. And i was absolutely fucking heartbroken when he said he still believed me as his last words. But I forced it aside. I didn't want to reset. I wanted to beat it to have it under my belt that I had. I was pretty sure the Sans battle would be here, since I hadn't heard Megalovania in the game yet, and I was aware of how hard the battle was, despite never seeing it.

Undyne's battle I'm more emotional about in retrospect than I was at the time. At the time, I didn't care, didn't like the theme much, and the dings gave me a headache. Undyne isn't exactly my favorite character (though definitely not my least favorite, that role is given to Frisk with Toriel not close behind ahdhsb im sorry), so I really wasn't concerned about it. Not to mention, I don't know why, but all of the battles I struggled with EXCEPT Undyne's I ended up liking the character more as a result. Maybe it was the dinging lmao.

Bro you shoulda seen how prepared I was for Mettaton NEO's battle to be hard as fuck. I was like sitting upright, took deep breaths before hitting fight, then when he died in one shot i just kind of "wh...what." Still very disappointed lol but I guess that's kind of the point of the genocide route.

Then came the Sans fight. As I said, I spent 11 hours on this. I genuinely didn't pay attention to what he said after a while, but I do remember the first time I read it, I was fucking terrified. Usually, sarcasm, hatred, and sass is very hard to convey through pure text, especially when it's said in the same tone as his usual talking. But the absolute harshness, the coldness, and the lack of any fucks given Sans had at that point was so plainly transparent through everything he said that it fucking scared me. Toby Fox's writing here was fantastic. I can only dream of being able to write like that. Frankly, I love his writing in general. Actually, fuck it, I love all of the artistic takes of this game. This is gonna sound weird but... The "childishness" of it just is so good. Like, there's no rules. Every socially accepted rule of art, writing, character design, speech patterns, and even basic grammar are thrown aside. He didn't just think outside of the box, there literally was no box. I call it childish only because like, children also create with no rules. They have no rules to restrict their creativity. And seeing that embraced in Undertale in every form possible just blows me away.

Anyway. The battle. It. Was hard. Thats a given. I spent about two weeks playing it on and off, and it's probably the most healthily I've treated myself in recent memory, because when it became too much for me to handle, I set it down and took a break. I would retain what I memorized and use it for the next time I picked it up. Frankly, it came to a point where every time I opened up Undertale to play, it was more just cause I wanted to see him lmao. The guy hated my existence at this point and it's not like i disacknowledged that. But it just felt like every time i opened the game... Idk. I don't know what I felt. I can tell you for sure this isn't the time when Sans started slipping into my favorite character spot over Mettaton, that didn't come until the development of Act to Flirt's first demo, which was a month or so later lmao.

I was very excited when I beat Sans.

But then, after it was over, I felt very empty.

I didn't feel good about beating genocide. I still don't. I want to play the boss battles again, cause they were really fun, despite how hard they were, but I can't bring myself to.

When I got to Chara, and everything went to black, I just wiped my save and started fresh. I think this was the first time I used the name "Willo" for anything. I just picked a random name to use, and Willo was the first thing that came to mind.

I beat neutral again many times, trying to unlock as many secrets as I could. I accidentally spent like, way too long trying to get Sans's room, because I couldn't figure out how to do it... which is when I started speedrunning the game, because I was just so used to going through it all. I timed myself once, and I got somewhere around 1:20:00 ish, which puts me at the very bottom of the NG+ Glitchless runs by like 30 minutes, but hey, it's still not too bad all things considered.

I'd started working on Act to Flirt sometime in between the speedruns. I was playing Papyrus's date again, and I had this thought of. What if Undertale... but all boss fights are instead like Papyrus's date?? I pitched the idea to my friend who was like "thats definitely been done before lol" and immediately I almost shut down the idea. But then I still had that glimmer of hope that, maybe, since I haven't made it yet, people would like my game because it was by me. Besides, quarantine was getting to me. I needed some way to spend my time. So on May 6th to May 7th, I spent the whole 24 hour period making the first proof of concept for the game, which was UI setup and Flowey's tutorial date. I hadn't made any of the art yet, so it was a black background with Flowey's undertale sprite. I originally was going to make everything more visual novel like in the sense that, so like on Papyrus's date, you could make choices like "unwrap the present" "dont unwrap the present" or "you look great" "you look terrible" and getting the ending would involve pretty much just saying the right things at the right times. But this alone was... Yknow, already done before, and part of what makes Undertale so great is that it's, despite its many outside influences, very unique in its gameplay. So I decided to make the dates more like puzzle-solving RPG's, and frankly, since doing that, I dont know if I want to go back to making other visual novels lmao.

After making the first demo and releasing it, I hit a creative funk. I wanted to make the next demo right away, but I forced myself to stop (since i was working 16+ hour days to finish it in exactly a week. I didn't eat much and i slept very little during this time too. Dont do this lmao). I didn't know if the game would be received, and frankly, I'd had many failed projects in the past due to lack of support. I lost a lot of support in the past due to the dropped projects I kept starting and quitting because I had such a small audience, and that made me lose a lot of interest and motivation to work on them. So I posted the first demo and waited. I was very shocked to have a YouTuber with over a million subs play it that weekend. Dantekris I think was her channel name. She speaks Russian, and I never understood a word she said, but I've still watched her let's plays because I enjoy seeing her reactions. I hate that YouTube keeps deleting my responses on her videos, probably because they're long and in English so it's marked as spam on a comments section full of purely Russian comments yknow. But it makes me feel like such an ass ;w;

Mairusu is the next large YouTuber who played it and my god I love seeing when he uploads a new update for my game because I genuinely have no idea what to expect from him. I don't know what it is but he's just so absolutely funny to me. He also seems to be the most common breaker of my game though. Stop making your own bugs!! I try to testplay to find the bugs he gets and it's like.... what did you do.... how did you skip that whole date im so confused thats not supposed to happen..... He accidentally skipped all of Muffet's date because of this too and hers is supposed to be the hardest in the game right now so I'm very upset by it;; i dont know how it happened, it never happens for me.

But like. I was definitely struggling a bit with the direction I wanted to take AtF. I wanted there to be a core message, like with Undertale and many other of my favorite things. When there's a core theme to write about, it makes things a lot easier to compose than if you have a plot with no meaning to it. It ties it all together for a common purpose. But, as I started diving more into the fandom around this time, finding not only it being still alive but still enormous and filled with passion.

Passion. Hm. That's familiar. That's the trait I gave the player character, rather than determination. While it was intended for giggles "haha dating game u have passion wink wonk," it started becoming more than that. It started becoming a manifestation of what I really felt upon finally soaking myself into the deep end of this pool I'd once been too afraid to step into. Passion. Everyone here is so driven by their passion for this game, the characters, its story. Everyone is so inspired and creative. That's it. That's what I wanted Act to Flirt to be.

A game made for those who have already dived deep into Undertale. A game made for those who have the same level if passion I've wittnessed. A game that someone might stumble upon, merely wanting any Undertale content they can find, and a dating sim leaves them grasping at straws, only to find it's a game instead deeply rooted in how much they care about this world and its people. You have a Soul of Passion, because your passion for Undertale brought you to this game. That's what the core message is. Every ending is supposed to depict different kinds of empathy, and True Passion shows you truly cared the most you could for all of these characters. Sans is so blocked from it because, well, how can he really believe it? "if we're really friends, you won't come back," right? But here you are. Again and again.

And Heartbreak. Whose heart is really the one breaking here? Taking the Hopes and Dreams of every single character you've grown to care for and crushing it beneath your feet... who is the one suffering in the end?

I just... I'm very excited. I've written that game with the player as the main character. Not Willo. Not Frisk. Not anybody else. You, the player, are the main character. I've honestly done a lot of looking around in the DDLC code to make this game as 4th wall breaking as I can (without like. Disrupting it as a game experience like ddlc is, with monika deleting things and stuff). Just enough to leave the player unsettled and confused. Like. "Me? Are you talking to me?" Yes. You. Directly to you.

I started sketching out designs and ideas for ULR around July. I genuinely loved Underlust after finding out about it, even though it was posed to me as an insult about the contents of Act to Flirt. I was both like "uh... Act to Flirt is nothing like this. Maybe in reversed roles at best but..." and also "okay but this? This shit is good. Thank you." But finding out it was discontinued and wanting more, well, that's when I decided to make ULR. I presented the idea to my friends, who were like "please stop making aus," and then continued onward. I told myself I wasn't going to work on it though until after I finished Act to Flirt... Then after the next demo came out... Then it turned out I was working on it too much and it resulted in me rushing my release of the 3rd demo of AtF because I'd been so distracted I was going to miss my release deadline of the end of August, before school. I... Still kinda regret that a lot. It's still very buggy. Though I hope I got them all for the next demo...

But speaking of school .... ha... Remember when i said i was going to transfer to another school? Well, I did, and for the first few weeks it was fine! Then I started skipping assignments I didn't want to do. Then I started panicking about my low grades. Then I started getting behind on assignments. Then I stopped going to classes. Then I lost all motivation to work on anything at all. I just locked myself in my room and did next to nothing with the occasional drawing here and there, for weeks. It came to the point where I was like "I just have to get through this semester, then I'll drop out." But if I ever wanted to go back to school, having all F's on my last report card would not bode well for my acceptance. Which lead to more stress. I didn't want to fail, but I also didn't have any motivation to work. I would do one assignment here or there, feel good about myself, then realize I was still months behind on work and suddenly oh god oh fuck finals are next week. And my solution? I just. Fuckin dropped out. Oh my god. It was such a relief to just get that weight off my shoulders that I'd been carrying for months on end, preventing me to do anything I wanted to work on.

Well. Then my car tires died. So that's a thing. But good news! Between commissions and gifts, I have enough money to get them replaced! I don't think I've ever like... Been so excited about that before.

And, well. Now I'm here, pretty much. God, I just went through my entire year summary, and it feels like it was both forever long but also not long at all. I don't get it. 2021 still feels like a far off future, despite the fact I'm now 5 hours into it. Yes, I spent 4 hours writing this. Whoops. Oh well. I couldn't sleep anyway, so it's not that big of a deal.

All in all though... Despite being locked inside, away from my friends, unable to talk to anyone about the things i was enjoying, and living in fear of getting sick at all ever with anything, 2020 definitely fuckin changed me for the better. It was a hellhole of a year and I'd never do it again or wish it upon my worst enemy, but I came out a better person... I think. I hope.

It seems cliche to bring back but fuck it. Undertale? My friend insists its core message was that anyone can be a good person if they just try, which I mean, it definitely probably was intended that way. But that never was the message I felt while playing it.

What lesson I took from it was "things aren't always as they seem."

Flowey betrays you immediately, but then you find out he's just the remnants of a boy who died years ago and is still grieving over the loss of his best friend, whomst, despite how much he cares for them, recognizes they weren't good to him and he'd been manipulated and used by them.

Toriel is a kind and caring woman, a still grieving mother over the loss of her children, who seems to have kindness to no end, but is actually filled with such hatred and depression that she regularly gets drunk, swears, and still, without resilience, hates her ex husband.

Sans is a playful character who is full of puns, a gross atmosphere, and decided to break physics just because he can. He's the embodiment of a comic relief character. But at the same time, he's suffering, struggling, in constant pain and worry. He's lazy, but quick on his feet. He's harmless but will kill without hesitation if need be. He's both caring and the least caring of them all.

Papyrus is like... a self-centered asshole in a way, when you first meet him. He prides himself and everything he does. Yet still, he's actually quite open and accepting and loves everyone. He loves talking with and being with other people, even if maybe sometimes he has a different interpretation of social interaction from the "norm."

Undyne comes off as cruel and deadly, such even being emphasized in many points. But, deep down, she's extremely caring for those who are close to her, and her only cruelty is dealt to those who have wronged her in some way.

Alphys is a sweet and nervous wreck who comes off as helpful and lacking a filter due to her tendency to ramble. She seems to be merely anxious due to likely social anxiety... But you eventually find out that she's a liar who merely wants to create a world to be a better place, and by doing so, she pretends all the bads do not exist.

Mettaton comes off as an absolute self-centered asshole. Like. There's no way around that. He seemingly has no regard for other people with only full intentions of helping himself. But, deep down, he actually cares a lot for other people, especially his family and friends, and just tends to get caught up in things while he's in the moment.

Muffet seems to be greedy with how much money she begs people to give her for the spiders, but, as it turns out, she's flat broke and drops no G when you beat or kill her. She merely needs the money to help the spiders.

Asgore, too, is built up to be this ruthless killer throughout the whole game, and when you finally meet him, he's an incredibly sweet guy who's only filled with regret, and because of his past decisions, has decided to put aside his hopes for the sake of his people.

I...

Didn't see any of these characters for who they really were right away. Why would I? Few of these archetypes are explored much in a lot of fiction lately, or at least what I've been consuming; and is more focused around how someone can change their flaws into something positive... Not how to accept someone for who they are, despite the wrongs they may have committed or the lives they lead. Everyone's different. Everyone's grown up differently. Everyone has a reason for what they do.

And it took me playing this game to realize such a simple concept that I probably should have learned years ago.

That's why I really think 2020 changed me for the better. I made a realization that I should have had many years ago, and it's made me a lot more confident in expressing myself, accepting people for what they do, and seeing the brighter side to everything. I say that, sitting here filled with nothing and void of all emotion whatsoever... But it's a conscious thought i have. My emotions are so weird... They're either on full blast or I feel nothing at all. But yet I have... Thoughts of what i should feel? It's weird. Idk. This is why I'm getting therapy LMAO

But yea. 2020? Fuck you. But also thank you. But mostly fuck you and good riddance lmao

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You Monster Chpt. 37 (The End)

(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!)

Light. The dim, enveloping glow curiously pokes its head around the corners of the tunnel for the first time in centuries and gently caresses their face with a soothing, familiar warmth.

Frisk faintly feels its heat on their cheeks and vaguely senses it through closed eyelids, which felt so unusually heavy that they can’t seem to open them even the tiniest sliver.

With a dreamy sort of awareness they realize their senses have somehow become detached. Slowly, their sluggish mind tries to reconnect their brain to their body. But there’s no hurry. No rush. Everything is calm in their current state of peaceful, black nothingness.

The first sense to return to them is their hearing- muddy at first, all the noise directed Frisk’s way sounded muffled and fuzzy and very far off in the distance.

“Frisk?”

“Frisk!”

“Please my child, open your eyes.”

The noise has no meaning at first; just pitches and tones, some louder or deeper than others, but as their hearing gradually returns, so did the memory of words and language, and Frisk realizes with a start someone was calling their name.

“Frisk, please wake up. This is all just a bad dream!”

That voice. They recognize that voice. Toriel. She’s calling to them.

Suddenly, the blackness all around Frisk’s mind didn’t seem as peaceful and calm as they once thought. They no longer wanted to rest, they wanted to wake up, but their body stayed limp and unresponsive to their thoughts. They strain to open their eyes, make even the smallest sound, move just an inch. But it might as well have been the hardest task in the world.

Their sense of smell returns next, useless as it was for their situation. The acrid stench of smoke, the cloying smell of dirt and rubble, the bitter odor of sweat and sharp aftertaste of magic all linger in the air.

A ways off, Frisk hears Undyne screaming, and Papyrus screaming, and Asgore unsuccessfully trying to calm them both.

Wake up! Wake up! Frisk thinks frantically. Please let me wake up to show them I’m okay!

“Please, Frisk,” Toriel whimpers. “Please do not tell me I could not save you, too.”

Their sense of touch comes back next, gradually growing aware of the furry arms and silken robes wrapped around their body and squeezing them tight.

Frisk tries to respond. Oh, how they want to raise their arms and squeeze her back, to show their mother they could hear her, that they were still here, but their body would not cooperate.

“Please,” Toriel begs, quiet, desperate. “Please do not tell me I have failed again.”

A single tear, unseen by Frisk, rolls down her muzzle, over her fangs and clings to her chin, where it wavers for a moment before deciding to leap from one face to the other. The lone droplet plunges, and hit its mark on the bare skin of Frisk’s cheek. The sudden touch of moisture and flash of heat is enough to make them flinch, and magically it was like a switch is flipped.

Their face twitches. And then their fingers. And then their toes. And then their body suddenly remembers how to move, and as if awoken from sleep, Frisk finally manages to open their eyes.

At first all they see is the white fur of their mother’s neck as she clutches them close to her chest with her head bowed over them in grief.

Frisk tries to speak, but the croak that came out of their throat gets smothered by the fur and they go unheard. So with tremendous effort, they raise one arm instead in a feeble attempt to hug her back.

Toriel startles. With a gasp, she loosens her hold enough to look down on her child’s face.

“Frisk?” She asks cautiously.

Exhausted, dazed, Frisk weakly grins back at her. “…Mom.”

“Frisk!” Toriel cries in jubilation, hugging her child tight once more, but this time in joy instead of despair.

Around them the shouting stops and the other monsters come close to see with their own eyes to confirm their little human is indeed okay.

“Frisk!” Undyne and Papyrus yell in unison.

“You’re okay!”

“You had us worried, punk!”

“Frisk, I am relieved to see you have escaped serious harm,” the deep voice of the king speaks up, warily standing a few feet back from the group like an uninvited guest.

“S-s-stop fighting!” the shrill, stuttering voice of Alphys cuts in as she hobbles into the room with an exhausted-looking Sans leaning heavily on her shoulder. She blinks in surprise at the scene before her. “Oh! Y-y-you already have. Um, that’s… that’s good!”

“Hey… everyone…” Frisk wheezes, voice raspy and dry. They try to sit up and fail, so Toriel helps adjust them until they’re upright in her lap.

Visions of the fight with Flowey swirl inside their head, but waking up to Papyrus and Undyne arguing with Asgore, Sans and Alphys arriving late to the scene, and Toriel crying over them did not match up with their memory of the ultimatum the little group had come to moments prior to the flower’s attack. They blink in confusion, clear their throat, and speak again, this time with a voice a bit stronger than before.

“What… what happened?” they inquire.

“We all caught wind you were gonna try and give up your soul to Asgore,” Undyne starts. “But none of us want to see you die, even if it means we can’t go free!”

“Yeah, so we all rushed over here as quick as we could!” Papyrus continues. “With my powers of persuasion and my brother’s short cuts we rallied everyone in the Underground to come to your aid!”

“U-Undyne, Papyrus and, uh, th-the former queen had to b-break through the wall while Sans and I caught up and-” Alphys adds before trailing off and blinking in confusion. “Wait a minute… what happened after you three broke through?”

Now it was the others’ turns to knit their brows and crease their foreheads in puzzlement as the collective gap in their memory is exposed.

“I… I do not recall…” Toriel speaks up, somewhat alarmed. “I remember a blinding white light, and, as strange as this sounds, I think I forgot who I was for a moment, but when the light faded I found you lying on the ground before the king. I assumed the worst and did not think of much else after that.”

Frisk absorbs their words, deep in thought. No one remembered Flowey. No- it was more like the attack from the flower had never happened, yet the barrier was still broken. How had he…?

They shift in Toriel’s lap, and, with effort, sit up on their own. “Do you remember… anything about a flower?” they ask the group.

Most monsters shake their heads.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, Frisk.” Sans chuckles, eyeing them with mild interest. “There’re flowers all over the garden. We may have kicked up one or two.”

Off to the side, Asgore clears his throat. “Ah, pardon me for ruining the moment, but even though it seems something extraordinary that none of us can recall has occurred, the barrier by some miracle, has been brought down. I do not know how, but I shall not question it.”

Striding over with graceful steps and a smile of gratitude wide on his face, the king of all monsters humbly kneels before the little human.

“Human. Frisk. I may never know what has happened here today, but I have no doubt in my mind you played a big part. The barrier is gone, and thanks to you, monsters can finally go free.”

The last two syllables of Asgore’s declaration were like magic words that broke a spell. All around the room monsters stand a little straighter. Their eyebrows raise and they give small gasps of awe.

Go free.

The barrier was gone. Monsters could go free.

“Wait, I didn’t-” Frisk tries to explain, but no one was listening. This wasn’t right. They shouldn’t take the credit for this. Flowey- no, Asriel- was the one who had brought the barrier down. They get up, determined to set the record straight, but before they can even make a move, a great rumbling in the earth throws them off balance and their opportunity is lost when their mind switches to panic. Was this an earthquake? Had destroying the barrier caused a landslide?

But as the tremors grow stronger, so does a chorus of voices until Frisk realizes it’s not the mountain shifting around them, but a stampede of monsters storming the king’s castle.

And before anyone can say another word, there they are; Gyftrots and Ice Caps, Woshuas and Aarons, Temmies, Vulcans, Pyropes and every member of the royal guard bursting into the chamber and tumbling over one another in a great shouting mess. They yell at the king to “Stop fighting!” “They’re our friend!” and “Don’t hurt the human!” as well as yell at each other to “get out of the way!” “Quit pushing!” and “Excuse me, but your claw is in my ear!” until someone points out the human and hollers: “LOOK!”

All eyes turn to look and the screaming stops at once to be replaced with one simultaneous, overjoyed interjection of-

“FRISK!”

Anger forgotten, all these new monsters disentangle and surround their little human and cheer with triumph and hugs. They were safe! Their little human friend was okay!

“Well, my child, it certainly seems you know how to make quite the impression,” Toriel chuckles, rising to her feet and watching them fondly with respect for the number of monsters who’d all rushed to their aid. She could barely believe how many friends they had made. How many lives they had touched. Her smile wavers a bit, infiltrated with a vein of guilt. “I am… sorry… to have denied you your freedom for so long and doubted your ability to handle your own in the Underground. I think it is clear to say you have proven you can a dozen times over. Can you forgive me? For everything?”

Frisk turns to her, burying their face in her robes and letting out a contented sigh. “Always,” they whisper. They breathe deep, relishing the soft feel of her fur they almost thought they’d never feel again, while the monsters around them begin to catch up.

“Wait, what happened to the barrier?” “Look! It’s gone!” “But how?” “Did we break it?” “I bet it was Frisk!” “Yeah! They’re something special!” “They set us free!” “Oh! I’ve got to go home and tell my family this!” “We’re free!” “I’m gonna start packing immediately!” “Everyone! We’re finally free!”

Vainly, Frisk tries to explain that this wasn’t their doing, but all around them the monsters were too excited to listen. Going against their nature, Frisk decides to give up clarifying that it wasn’t them who broke the barrier. Everyone was too happy to care about the minor details anyway, so Frisk forces themselves to be cheery for their sake.

Scanning the crowd, Frisk realizes an oversight and turns to Toriel. “Oh! Mom, I see residents from Snowdin, Waterfall and Hotland, but do the monsters in the Ruins know the barrier is gone?”

“Oh my, perhaps not,” Toriel says, a hand going to her lips in concern. “As far as I am aware, I was the only one in the Ruins who left to search for you.”

“Then I gotta go back and tell them the good news,” Frisk suggests.

“Of course, my child. Let us get underway-“

But before Toriel could even take even a single step, a dozen monsters excitedly surround her. Apparently, somewhere in the chaos the word had spread that this new Boss Monster was the former queen and no monster in their right mind would pass up an opportunity to meet royalty.

“Queen Toriel!” “Miss Toriel!” “Are you really the queen?” “You came back!” “We missed you, your majesty!” “Are you gonna resume your throne?” “The kingdom definitely needs a better politician like you!” “(Don’t get us wrong, Asgore’s great, but all our history books say he’s only the heart of legislation while you were the brains.)”

“Oh dear,” Toriel sweats, searching for a way to politely side step the crowd and finding none. “It seems I may be a bit before we can head out, Frisk.”

“It’s okay, Mom,” Frisk says confidently. “I can handle it myself.”

Toriel pauses and looks up at them. For a brief moment there’s that ancient, lingering worry of a fretful mother in her eyes, but after a blink, it vanishes without a trace. She smiles at them with complete trust.

“I know you will,” she nods, and lets them go without complaint.

“Come on, guys!” Undyne announces to the skeletons and her girlfriend. “Let’s follow Frisk’s lead! There might be some monsters in the other regions who still don’t know! We gotta tell everyone we’re free!”

All around them monsters part to let them through, and some even turn to follow. Back down the golden corridor, over the ramparts and through the streets, Frisk was pushed to the head of the procession of cheering monsters as they sang about the news. They blush violently from so much misplaced praise, but stay quiet as they lead the march back through the Underground.

Into the elevator, then out into Hotland, Alphys branches off from the parade with a small group of Astigmatisms and Whimsalots.

“M-Mettaton and I will make an announcement over the PA system,” she explains. “That should cover all of Hotland! We’ll catch up with you again at the barrier. Er, or should I say former barrier.” Giggling at her joke, Frisk and their remaining company wave her goodbye. Another elevator and short walk later they were parting ways with Undyne at the dock, Napstablook and Temmies joining her.

“Leave Waterfall to me, Frisk,” Undyne smirks, flashing them that devilish grin full of her razor sharp teeth. “I know every rock and mushroom and will make sure everyone down to the last Moldbygg hears the news! In fact, I bet I can do it before you even reach Snowdin!”

“I won’t take that bet,” Frisk says, boarding the boat after Sans and Papyrus. “I know I’d lose."

Laughing, Undyne waves them farewell as the ferry takes off.

The boat ride is a peaceful one, with the river person humming a nondescript tune to the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull. Sans only manages to crack three puns before falling asleep, and for once Papyrus doesn’t get after him for his "laziness."

“Don’t worry about Snowdin,” Papyrus says to Frisk when they disembark at their destination. “I will see to it that every rabbit, slime and snowman knows of our emancipation!” The taller skeleton hefts his brother up on his back like the world’s boniest bag of flour. “But first I will see my brother tucked into bed for a bit of rest. I hate to admit it, but after seeing how much he overworked his magic today, he actually has a valid excuse to be napping! We will meet you again at the exit!”

The three part ways at the town intersection, skeleton brothers heading east towards home, and human child west, through the woods and back towards the Ruins.

Frisk politely waves them farewell, but as soon as they're out of sight, they let their smile fall off their face and sigh.

Pretending to be happy was getting tiring. They had told the truth when they said they wanted to tell everyone in the Ruins that they were free, but deeper down they were honestly just relieved to get away from all those monsters applauding them for something they didn't do. They shouldn't be getting praised like this. Shattering the barrier wasn't their doing. All this love wasn't for them. Not to mention the issue that they were still a human trying to be wedged into a monster's world.

How could all the monsters just brush it off like it didn't matter? How could any of them turn away so easily from what they had been taught to believe their entire life and just ignore that little fact at the drop of a hat? Frisk surely couldn't. Maybe it was a monster thing that allowed them to just be so accepting, but Frisk couldn't say the same for themselves. It still wasn't right. None of it felt right. They were going to need a lot of time to think this through.

Trekking through the snow, Frisk pauses their sullen introspection just long enough to notice a small white canine standing in the Ruins' doorway. He regards them with such a look of pure smugness that, for a moment, Frisk can't tell if this dog knows more than he lets on. They study him a while.

"Hey," Frisk says after wavering a moment, feeling unusually silly for talking to a dog even though they had done so plenty of times in the past. "You know, I've seen you around a lot recently, but it's never occurred to me to ask you this. Are you... Are you a monster dog? Or are you just a regular dog?"

The white dog snorts in amusement. Or maybe it was just a regular doggy sneeze. Either way, the canine gives no clearer answer. With that, he picks himself up, gives himself a good shake, and trots merrily into the forest, charred tail held high as he swaggered off.

Frisk watches him go, more unsure than ever of the dog's state of awareness, but chooses to follow his example and not be bothered by it. Straightening up, they turn back to the Ruins entrance, and finally return to the place they once called home.

A great sense of nostalgia comes over Frisk as they cross the threshold out of the snow-blanketed forest and back into the purple, brick lined tunnels. The warm, ever-present aroma of baked confections greets them as they ascend the stairs back into the sleepy, unchanged house. They dither a moment, and decide to take a detour back to their room before alerting their friends of their new freedom.

Their room is exactly how they left it- untouched by neither time nor their mother in their absence. Passing their bookshelf, they pause and deposit the one remaining geode that they picked up from Waterfall onto their desk placing it next to a few other meager mementos of theirs. They smirk with a pang of irony when they spy their cellphone not even a foot away, and pick it up. Oh, how all of this could have been prevented if they had just taken their phone with them that night, but then again it was a pretty funny thought when they connected the chain of events. Who else could say they forgot their phone at home and ended up setting off a domino effect that would free an entire race?

On a whim, they hit the speed dial and hold the phone to their ear. It rings twice then someone on the other end of the line picks up.

“Hello, this is Toriel,” the voice greets.

“Hey, Mom. I’m just calling to say I made it back okay.”

“Oh, thank you for checking in, Frisk!” Toriel says. “That’s very responsible of you!”

“I... may be a while before I came back. I want to make sure everyone hears the news.”

“Take all the time you need, my child,” Toriel reassures. “We will not take one step outside if you are not there with us.”

“Thanks, Mom. Talk to you later.”

Frisk hangs up the phone and casts one more look around the room. They glance at their bed, and a funny thought occurs to them. This hadn’t always been their bed, had it? They had been born on surface, so this bed, these toys, all these books, this entire child’s room hadn’t originally been theirs.

Didn’t some of those monsters in the throne room call Toriel ‘Your Majesty’? And hadn't Kid called Asriel a prince? So if Toriel and Asriel were both royalty, then that meant Asriel was Toriel’s-

Sharply turning on their heel, Frisk makes for the front door. Maybe it was better they hadn’t been able to explain about Asriel to everyone in the throne room, but suddenly understanding this connection fills them with a new, different sort of agitation.

Passing the tree in their front yard, they come across a Vegetoid and Loox who beam at them with elation.

“Frisk!” “You’re back!” “Where have you been?” “We missed you!”

“I went all the way to the end of the Underground and back.” Frisk chuckles, hugging them each in turn. “Oh and the barrier is broken. Monsters are free now!”

Loox’s eye goes wide in wonder and Vegetoid’s jaw drops.

“Really??” “No way!!” “We’re free?” “Unbelievable!”

“Believe it!” Frisk insists. “And tell everyone you know! Let’s get everyone to the surface!”

The two monsters needed no further prompting. With a hop and a skip Vegetoid and Loox race away, ready to tell anyone who would listen. Frisk follows at a leisurely pace, telling every Whimsun and Migosp they encounter, who in turn bound away to tell every other Moldsmal and spider.

By the time they reach the spider’s bake sale, jubilant cries of “We’re free!” “Everyone, we’re free!” could be heard echoing through the corridors. The lone human figures if they could hear those cheers this far back in the caverns, then everyone must know the news by now.

They turn back towards home, only to cross paths with a Froggit, who hops up beside them.

“Frisk! Did you hear? A miracle has happened! The barrier has been destroyed and monsters can finally return to the surface! We’re finally free!”

“I did hear!” Frisk plays along. “I was just about to head to the exit myself!”

“Good idea!” The frog monster croaks. Then pauses, and looks back. “Oh. Before you go, tell that other Boss Monster kid the news. I was so excited to tell my family that I forgot to tell him. Anyway, see you on the surface!”

Frisk waves the Froggit farewell, carefully hiding their confusion with an overconfident smile.

‘Tell that other Boss Monster kid?’ But… surely Froggit knew they weren’t a Boss Monster if they knew their true name. So who could it be referring to? Unless…

Eyes going wide, Frisk turns to the west and sprints to the very last -and very first- cavern they could reach as fast as their legs could carry them.

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Asriel sits in the center of the flower patch in the lone ray of light that the ceiling could offer. Gently, he thumbs a golden petal between his fingers, careful not to tear it from the flower.

“We did it, Chara,” he says absently to the soil. “I-it took longer than we anticipated, a-and I needed some extra help, but in the end, we freed everyone. Just like we said we would.”

The monster child snuffles, and wipes his nose with a sleeve. No tears welled in his eyes so he did not cry. A tiny part of him wonders if he had already forgotten how again.

Sighing, Asriel turns over his paws and studies his nails and pads. He had returned all the monsters’ souls and set the human ones free to wherever they wished to go to, so he knows this form would not stay with him for long. He figures he has an hour, maybe two, before the residual magic has evaporated and his form would revert, but for now he examines the body he has. Raising one hand over his head, he places it between his face and that small patch of sky. In the thinnest parts of his skin between the fingers, the light was just strong enough to shine through, illuminating the capillaries under his snow white fur. But was it really him? Were these really the arteries and veins of a living body? Or the illusion of fur and flesh over his roots and leaves? After all this, was he really back, or just trying to fool himself, to distract his mind away from the growing hollow that gnawed within him where a soul once was, or maybe never had been?

Asriel sighs again and lowers his arms. Feelings were already starting to leave him, slowly leaking out like a glass with a hairline crack. He felt real. He looked real. Why couldn’t that be enough proof for him?

“Asriel,” the voice is so quiet, the monster child almost thinks he imagined it, but he blinks in surprise when he looks up to find another kid at the mouth of the cave.

“Frisk?” He says, startled. “W-what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be going to the surface with everyone else?”

“I... came back to the Ruins to make sure everyone heard the news that the barrier was gone,” Frisk explains, though their voice hesitates ever so slightly. “Someone told me there was one last kid lagging behind.”

He stares at them for a moment, before raising his brow. “You mean me?”

“Yeah! You’re my friend, too, you know. You should go to the surface with everyone else.” Frisk’s smile falters just the tiniest bit when Asriel shakes his head.

“Frisk… I can’t. Not after all I’ve done and how I treated everyone. I know I look like my old self, but I won’t last this way forever. Pretty soon I just know I’m going to regress back into a flower. And when that happens I’m probably gonna forget how to be compassionate again, too.” While he speaks, Frisk wordlessly comes closer until they join him in the flower patch, and sits down beside him. “Sometimes I think I was never Asriel at all. Surely someone who is remembered as being so kind would never do the rotten things I did. Even without a soul.”

Frisk hums, studying Asriel with a mixture of sympathy and remorse. “Maybe that’s true, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be better.” They venture. “Sure, Asriel died, and pretty soon you’ll go back to being Flowey, but the feelings you feel now and the memories you made today are yours and yours alone. So… even if you don’t think you’re Asriel, you still chose to set the monsters free. You still broke the barrier. You can keep choosing to do the right thing, the kind thing, even without a soul.”

“Thanks, Frisk,” Asriel sniffs and cracks a grateful smile. “You always knew the right thing to say to make me feel better. Even when I was a flower. I should have listened to you more. If… If I hadn’t been so obsessed with trying to bring Chara back, I might have just realized that you were the friend I wished I had all along.”

“You do have me as a friend.” Frisk ensures him. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be the friend you needed back then. I couldn’t quite control that with not being born yet and all. But I’m here now. We can start being real friends now if you want. When you go to the surface, let’s pretend that we’ve never met and start over from there!”

Asriel laughs at the joke, but even now it’s starting to feel forced as emotions are stolen from him. His smile fades.

“Thanks for the offer, Frisk, but I really can’t go. S-someone has to take care of these flowers after all.” He hastily adds, but Frisk doesn’t budge.

“C’mon, Asriel. There’s gotta be something I can say to make you change your mind and leave this place.”

“I’m serious, Frisk,” Asriel says sternly. He didn’t want to admit to them it was because he didn’t trust himself . If he can’t feel anything, then that means he’s inevitably going to screw up again. Say the wrong thing again. Hurt them again. He can’t do that to them again. He won’t. “Please… let me end on a high note. Let everyone think I died trying to be heroic instead of returning as the villain. Can you do that for me? Can you promise me you won’t tell the others what happened to me? I-if Mom and Dad see me like this and then like a flower again it’s gonna break their hearts.”

Frisk stares at the martyr prince for a long while, trying to come up with any reply to convince him to come with him, but they can think of none, and it’s clear by the look in his eyes that Asriel’s mind was already made up.

“I promise,” Frisk sighs in defeat. “I won’t tell them what happened to you.”

“Thank you.” Asriel breathes with relief. Uncrossing their legs, Frisk stretches out in the flowers beside him. “Um… Frisk… why are you still hanging out here with me? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“I don’t want to say goodbye to my best friend just yet,” Frisk winks. “’Cause if- once I leave, I’m not sure how long it'll be before I get to see him again.”

Asriel snorts. “Won’t Mom get anxious if she realizes you’re taking an awful long time to get back?”

“I told her I might be a while... She won’t be worried.”

Their words sound honest enough, but Asriel can't help but feel like there is more that they won't say. Something they're hiding. Humming, he and decides not to press. If they wanted to tell him, they'd tell him. So instead he lies down beside them, and together the two friends share a peaceful silence as they watch clouds drift by their little window a hundred feet above. The sight tickles a memory in Asriel and after a minute he speaks up.

“Hey Frisk?”

“Hm?”

“You remember being human now, right? Do you… remember your life on the surface? Before you fell?”

Frisk shifts in the flowers, the air suddenly dour around them.

“Bits and pieces…” They say vaguely. “I remember little things like nursery rhymes, movie theatres, car trips and shots for school. I was really young back then, but maybe not as young as I thought I was when I fell... In fact, I think I may be over the age of fourteen instead of just having turned thirteen.”

“Do you… do you remember why you climbed the mountain?” Asriel dares to ask.

A long silence follows. Asriel almost thinks Frisk had fallen asleep judging by their stillness, but to his surprise, they roll over and look him in the eyes. “You know what? I don’t remember.” They stick their tongue out and flash him a goofy grin.

“Ah, well. Guess you can’t get all your memories back,” he shrugs. “Chara never liked to talk about the surface with me, and, well, my memories of it aren’t pleasant either. I guess I was hoping to hear something reassuring about it, so I know what all the other monsters are getting into.”

“There… will be challenges, no doubt,” Frisk says. “But… I have a feeling they’ll all learn to get along.”

“That’s good,” Asriel sighs, and then yawns in the late afternoon heat. “I think… I’m gonna take a nap for a bit. It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah, me too.” Frisk agrees, and allows themselves to unwind. It’s not long before they can hear the sound of Asriel’s gentle snoring, and their own eyelids start to grow heavy. Still, they fight off sleep just yet. With Asriel here, they could temporarily ignore their own troubles and focus on his. There had to be a way to bring him back with them to the surface with everyone else, where he belonged. No matter what he had done in the past, Frisk couldn’t let their oldest friend be left behind.

Frisk ponders and plans and schemes and speculates, but no matter how hard they think, they can’t come up with a good argument to get Asriel to come with them. They guess they could use brute force, digging him up as a flower and taking him to the surface in a pot whether he liked it or not, but they would rather Asriel come willingly so that he knew he was worth it. Forcing him to come along might send the wrong message. Heaven knows that’s how they would have felt if any of their monster friends had use force to get them to stay away from the king.

Frisk rolls on their side and sighs in frustration. There had to be a way.

There had to be a way…

They close their eyes to concentrate, but doing so just reminds them how tired they still were, and unfortunately the grass was soft and the sunlight was warm, and without even realizing it, Frisk follows Asriel into sleep.

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Something was tapping against their forehead. Something small, and smooth and hard and maybe a touch cold.

Frisk creases their brow, gives a grunt of displeasure, and groggily swipes at their face.

Something taps them again. This time grazing their nose. Then again on the ear, like a stern flick of discipline.

Groaning, Frisk rolls over, murmuring “Stop it, Flowey,” half awake. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“Why should I?” A new voice says. “You are the one who is in my bed.”

Frisk’s eyes fly open the moment they realize there’s someone else in the cave with them, and abruptly they sit up. They gasp in awe. There, at the edge of the flower patch, sitting against a crumbling pillar in the shadows-

-is another human.

Their skin is pale, almost sickly so, with flushed cheeks that may have been caused by fever or rosacea. Their hair, a light reddish-brown and razor straight frames their face, almost obscuring their intense, ruby-red irises. They wear a simple green and yellow sweater and brown cargo pants, and hug their boney knees with one arm while they stare at Frisk, flicking pebbles at them with their free hand.

“Nearly a whole a decade in the Underground,” they say absently. “One would think you would have learned not to sleep on my grave by now.”

It dawns on Frisk that they recognize this human, though before their glimpses of them had been fuzzy in their dreams and blurry in the video tapes. They speak the name they had said many times before, but now it felt entirely different knowing it belonged to someone else.

“Chara…”

“I guess I have no right to complain anymore, though.” Chara continues as if Frisk hadn’t spoken. “Technically it is your grave now, too, after all.”

“I… what do you mean?”

“She thought you had been murdered,” the strange child says evenly. “Asriel framed your death. It is why she never came looking for you.”

Frisk found it hard to break away from that unsettling stare of Chara’s and had to wipe their watering eyes. Was it Frisk’s imagination, or were they slightly fuzzy around the edges? The teeniest bit blurry, and maybe even… transparent?

“Is this… is this a dream?” Frisk asks looking around. Asriel is still lying beside them, but he doesn’t appear to be breathing, as if frozen in time.

“What do you think?” Chara asks back, slightly annoyed, and they flick another pebble at Frisk’s face. It bounces off their cheek with a small, but very tangible impact. They guess they were awake then.

“So why did you do it?” The ghost before them prods. Chara moves their whole head to look at them, owl-like, their eyes motionless in their sockets. They tip their head to the side in interest, and the shift in their hair causes golden petals to drift form their scalp, as if magically conjured between the strands.

“Do what?”

“Climb the mountain, idiot. Every child in a fifty mile radius of this place knows the legends. They know those who come here never return. So why did you?”

Frisk cracks a half-hearted smile. “Well, like I told Asriel, I don’t really remember-"

“Do not try to lie to me,” Chara interrupts. Their pitch does not change, but every word is as cold as ice. “You may be able to fool Asriel, but deceit will not work on me.”

Frisk’s jaws snap shut. Involuntarily, they swallow a lump in their throat. Chara’s eyes unfocus just a fraction as they study the other human before them, and Frisk suppresses a shiver. That gaze of theirs seemed to pierce straight through them, as if they were nothing but clear glass, viewing their entire life’s history up to this point.

“Ah, you saw it too, didn’t you?” Chara says after a tense pause. “Even at your young age you understood how vile humanity was to the world and itself. You even experienced it firsthand.”

Frisk’s stomach twists and lurches, as if Chara's words are like metal claws, forcibly dredging up the memories against their will. They fight to stay upright as a wave of nausea and fear washes over them.

“That… was a long time ago,” Frisk says with as much pseudo-confidence as they can muster. “Things are better now. Humanity is ready to change. They'll accept the monsters this time around. I know it.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Well, I’m here, right? If I could befriend monsters, then maybe other people can too.”

Chara shakes their head, and golden petals rain from their hair. How curious. Surely their hair was too thin and straight to conceal so many?

“Frisk you are the exception, not the rule.” The ghost says. “Do you think you would have grown up so loving and kind if you had stayed on the surface? Do you think you would still be as merciful and forgiving if you had fallen with your memories intact?”

Frisk didn’t have an answer for that. Wisely, they decide to stay silent.

“That's what I thought. So. When are you leaving?” Chara asks, even though it sounds more like a demand.

“I can’t leave yet,” Frisk insists. “Not until I convince Asriel to go with the rest of the monsters. He… he shouldn’t stay here. He shouldn’t have to be alone.”

“He won’t be alone,” the ghost challenges. “He has me.”

“But… but you’re dead!”

“So is he,” Chara points out. “And I will not let your greedy hands have him.”

“Greedy? How on Earth am I greedy?” Frisk demands, insulted.

“Oh, please! It’s one of your natural human traits!” Sneering in fury, Chara stands to their full height and looks down the end of their nose at Frisk with balled up hands. “You took my clothes, you took my name, you took my life,” Chara spits out each word as if it were poison, leaving a bad taste in their mouth. “You are not taking him from me too!”

Speechless, Frisk stares at Chara. For a whole minute nobody moves. Nobody breathes. Then, the slightest movement catches Frisk’s eye, and with great effort, they manage to tear their gaze away from Chara’s glare, and look to their fists. They were trembling.

Suddenly it clicks.

Chara is scared.

“You can’t touch me, can you?” Frisk dares to guess. “If I wanted to take him away by force, you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

Chara goes rigid as stone, fists clenched, lips tight. If ghosts needed to breathe, Frisk was sure they would have gasped.

On stiff legs, the dead child stalks out of the shadows and over to the human in the light. Despite being frozen with terror, Frisk is awestruck to see golden flowers erupt and bloom from the earth with each step Chara takes, only to watch them wither away to ash as soon as their foot leaves the ground again. Not once did Chara take their eyes off of Frisk, and when Frisk’s own eyes begin watering again, it’s then that they realize that, this whole time, Chara has not blinked.

When they’re less than a foot apart, Chara crouches until the two are eye-level. Only now does their gaze shift away from Frisk’s face and towards their chest.

Eyes focused, jaw set, Chara lifts one ghostly hand towards them. Frisk feels resistance before Chara even touches them. A great pressure squeezes against their front like an invisible wall trying to push them back, push them away from this apparition, but Frisk holds firm. Chara seems to be struggling too, trying to fight against this unseen force, straining to touch Frisk with even just two- one- finger.

Chara’s nail grazes Frisk’s sweater, and the invisible barrier between them sparks and repels the hand like two opposing magnets.

Frisk flinches in alarm and Chara yanks their arm back, eyes screwed tight in pain. Hastily they shake out the sting, and golden blossoms and flower buds spill endlessly from their sweater's sleeve.

“You are lucky,” Chara says sucking on their burnt finger, bitter, resigned. “That your soul is so pure. If you had chosen to harm even one monster, I would have ripped your soul from your undeserving body and crushed it so you could never hurt anyone else."

"You... You can do that?"

"I would have found a way." Chara spits. "People think fighting makes them strong, but they've got it backwards. Violence may make your body strong, but it makes your soul weak. It pushes out the empathy and replaces it with hate. It is a shame humans do not teach that to one another. If I had learned this sooner, I may not have died.”

“But… I thought you died from getting sick? Was it violence instead?”

“No, sickness is correct.” Chara affirms. “But it was not a mystery illness. I ingested buttercups to poison myself. A horribly slow way to go, but it got the job done.”

Beside the pair, Asriel sighs and rolls over in his sleep. At once, Chara’s sour expression melts into a look of adulation as they turn to admire him.

“You loved him, didn’t you?” Frisk dares to ask, sensing the danger has passed knowing Chara's bluff was called.

“Unfathomably,” Chara admits. “I am ashamed I did not express it as much as I felt it. I loved him so much, it was unbearable. I loved him so much that I wanted to give him the sun and the stars and show him the phases of the moon. I wanted him to see fireworks, and birds migrate, and the seasons change. I wanted him to hear thunder and see the rainbow after the storm, I wanted to take him to the beach to smell the salt of the sea, and see the vastness of the ocean and feel the waves against his feet while I poured sand down his pants. I wanted to give him the world." They sigh with longing and regret.

“But unfortunately my body was not the only thing that was poisoned. My soul was tainted by too much of that hate, and when the moment came that I needed to show even an iota of compassion, I failed, and we both ended up dead.”

“But that wasn’t your fault-“

“You do not understand,” Chara snaps. “When we got to the surface, Asriel did not let me fight back against the humans, and I did not let him get away. If I had not tried to force him to retaliate, he could have gotten home safely. If I had just cared while he was being ruthlessly attacked, he would have lived.” They begin to giggle, but it’s a hateful, disgusted kind of laugh. “Ha ha ha, he was the only good thing to ever happen to me in my rotten excuse of a life, and I. Got. Him. Killed.”

“I’m sure Asgore and Toriel would forgive you if you explained what happened.” Frisk suggests. “Asgore seems to understand what happened, at least a bit.”

“Oh, please,” Chara sneers. “Do not try to convince me I was misguided. I know exactly what I was doing when I swallowed those flowers. I wantedto die so my worthless existence could be used to help someone. Monsters were all waiting for me to die anyway. I just sped up the process.”

Frisk doesn’t respond. It’s not that they don’t have anything to say, but any kind of solace they could try to give would have probably just sounded hypocritical in light of what they themselves had tried to do only a few hours prior. Heck, it would have sounded insincere with how they still felt now. They shift uneasily amongst the flowers.

“Here’s an idea,” Frisk suggest, desperate to change the subject. “Why don’t you go with them to the surface, too? Surely you don’t have to stay here either, right?”

“There would be no point,” Chara declines. “As a ghost without a soul, the only thing the surface would offer would be a change of scenery. I would not be able interact with it.”

“Well, what if you took mine?”

And for the first time since their conversation started, Chara blinks, taken back in pure surprise.

“What?”

“I don’t want anyone to be left behind. I know Asriel feels guilty for what he did, and… looking back now I understand he did lie to me, and tried to use me, but… he’s still my friend, even if he made some terrible choices. He was nice to me growing up. Even if he didn’t mean it then, I know he means it now, and I… I want him to be happy. If you come back, then maybe he’ll let himself be happy too.”

Chara doesn’t move as they process Frisk’s words, slowly their eyes dilate at what this could potentially mean. They stare at them hungrily for an uncomfortably long time, before they squeeze their eyes shut and slowly shake their head with a firm sense of finality.

“What is wrong with you, you idiot?” Chara snips. "Were you not listening to a word Asriel said? He told you himself that monsters care about you. They all came to save you!"

"Yeah, but... I don't really deserve all this attention the monsters are giving me, especially when I kept them trapped for longer than they needed to be…" Frisk mumbles, unconvinced. "Plus, I'm human. They can't just... accept me after what our kind did to them!"

"Frisk, if you think that being human means you don't deserve the monsters' love, well...! I agree with you, but that is not how monsters work!" Chara shouts. "And do not believe for a second that I could not see through what you were trying to do. I heard how you talk, how you insist Asriel should go to the surface, but don't plan to go yourself. You thought you could escape your problems by running away back here? Just like you tried to do when you were on the surface? Too bad! You befriended them all, so now they want you in their lives. They'll always come back for you even if you try to leave them behind, and you are just going to have to deal with it!”

“They’re just acting like that because they think I brought down the barrier. They don’t really mean it.”

“You are lucky I cannot touch you or I would slap some sense into your thick skull,” Chara seethes, pinching the bridge of their nose. “Even though you offer, I will not take it. Your soul is your own. You cannot just give it to whoever you want. It does not work that way.”

“But you died too young! You deserve to be happy too!”

“Is that so?” Chara challenges. “Then what about the other six humans? They were children too, you know. Surely they were more innocent than us and died just as unfairly. Their souls may be free, but their ghosts still linger. Where is their happy ending?”

“I… I didn’t think about that…”

“Listen, Frisk, just because you could save us, does not mean you should, especially if the cost is your own life. Asriel and I… we had our chance and we screwed it up. Our turn at life is over, and that is not your problem to fix.”

“But… I don’t really belong with monsters,” Frisk persists. “I’m not a monster, and I can’t pretend to be one anymore. Wouldn’t everyone be happier if Asriel came back and went to the surface instead of me? He’s the real hero after all.”

“Frisk, stop trying to be anything. Before today you had no idea you were human. Most of your life you never cared how others saw you. You were just you. And even if you do not think you played a part, Asriel broke the barrier because you were being you. So stop worrying about what you are not. Just be yourself. It is the only thing you know what to be. It is all you know how to be.”

Frisk looks away, unsure if this strange feeling in their stomach was gratitude or dubiety. Maybe it was both. Chara certainly had an odd way of making their reassurances sound aggressive.

“Did… did Asriel bring you back when he took all the souls?” Frisk asks, switching topics again so they wouldn’t have to think about it.

“What is this, twenty questions?” Chara asks back, sarcastically, but answer anyway. “Tangibly? Yes, this is the first time I have been able to manifest and communicate so clearly. But metaphysically? No. I have been... here for as long as you have been in the Underground. I have been with you everywhere you have been. I had even tried to make my presence known to you, but either you could not hear me or you ignored me, because you never responded no matter how loud I called, so eventually I stopped trying, save for some... special circumstances.”

A sudden understanding strikes Frisk with alarming clarity.

“Wait- do you mean all the times I-"

“Had a nightmare when you slept on golden flowers or in places with “too much untamed magic”?” Chara finishes for them with an unsympathetic smirk. “Strange mood swings, such as crying for people you have never met? Yes, those were me. Asriel may have made me stir when he called my name, but for some reason you… you woke me up when you landed on my grave. I will not pretend I understand how it happened, but I guess I should thank you. If you had never awoken me, I would have never gotten to see him again.”

Frisk hums sympathetically and casts their gaze to the hole in the cavern overhead. The sun has shifted away from directly overhead, causing the light to start fading. Even though they didn't want to, they should probably leave soon. Based on what Chara has told them, they have a feeling Chara would not let them stay.

“One last question before I go,” Frisk says, morbid curiosity pushing them to ask something they almost had answered earlier that day. “Chara? What’s it like? Being dead?”

Chara gives them an annoyed look, before their expression shifts to contemplative as they actually consider the question. The silence between them goes on for almost a solid minute before Chara finally speaks again.

“The thing about being dead is… you do not know you are dead… until you are not anymore.”

“Wait,” Frisk squints trying to puzzle out the riddle. “So does that mean you’re-"

“I suggest you take your leave,” Chara cuts them off, not sounding suggestive in the slightest. “Asriel's time is almost up, and he is not going to want you to see him change back into a flower.”

Frisk sighs, not wanting a fight, and glances to Asriel one last time.

Was… was it their imagination or did he look fainter than before? Creasing their brow, Frisk blinks once, twice, and rubs their eyes. No. they weren’t seeing things. He was definitely more transparent. They could see straight through him to the flowers under his body.

“Go be with the people who want you, Frisk,” Chara says one last time, quiet, tired. “We will be fine.”

It sounded like a lie. It felt like one, but when Frisk looks back at Chara gazing at Asriel with such love and regret, they think they finally understand.

To have good intentions go wrong and come back after their death had caused so much pain and prolonged suffering, to live knowing monsters had died waiting, innocent children slain in their name, to offer them their soul and be rewarded with a new life knowing they’d have to live with that knowledge? They'd never want to wish that guilt onto anyone.

Suddenly Frisk's own fears seemed miniscule in comparison.

“Okay,” Frisk forfeits at last. “I’ll go... And I won’t take him away from you either. Not if you still need him.”

Chara sighs long and loud with relief, all the unseen tension leaving their body.

“But don’t be afraid to call for help, okay?” Frisk asks. “I know you don’t think you deserve it. I still don’t really think I deserve it either, but if what you say is true… if all these monsters came to save me because they want me, then that means there are still some out there who’ll want to save you, too.”

“I will keep that in mind,” Chara says, and genuinely smiles at them with gratitude.

With that, Frisk gets up, brushes themselves off, and makes for the cavern exit. They stop at the mouth of the tunnel and look back one last time to that patch of sunlight in the otherwise completely dark room.

The ghost of the first human huddles over the ghost of the martyr prince, hugging their knees, motionless as a statue, hair obscuring their face. Slowly, anxiously, one hand reaches out, hovers over his head, before gently stroking the fur on his brow. The motion is filled with such adoration that Frisk feels as if they have witnessed something secretly intimate.

As quietly as they can, they tip toe out of the room, leaving the two lost children behind.

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Was it minutes or hours later when they finally returned to the throne room? The time it took for Frisk to make the journey back again seems to pass in an instant to their distracted mind. But climbing up the castle steps once again, this time passing hundreds of monsters eagerly awaiting the all clear to begin migrating out of the mountain, Frisk’s spirits could help but lift.

Friends and strangers point and whisper and wave as they walk past, and the crowd parts to let them move to the front. Frisk grins, almost involuntarily as the monsters cheer them forward. It was surreal, passing by hundreds of monsters who urged them on with smiles full of love, and eyes wide with wonder and joy, eagerly encouraging them onward.

Back in the throne room a grand commotion electrifies the air, with Undyne and Papyrus organizing the crowds and Sans and Alphys drawing up plans and procedures for future human encounters with Toriel and Asgore.

Frisk smiles at the organized chaos and monsters busying themselves, getting everything in place in preparation for the mass exodus. Toriel had certainly kept occupied while they were away.

She notices them first amongst the six coordinators and perks up at the sight of them.

“Frisk! Back already?” she beams at them. “Everyone in all the other regions has been alerted to the news and we have just been making sure everyone sets out in a calm, orderly fashion. We are ready to embark when you are.”

“Well, let’s not keep everyone waiting!” Frisk insists.

“Of course,” Toriel agrees. “Would you like to lead the way?”

Hand in hand, Frisk, Toriel and every monster in the Underground follow their lead as they march up the tunnel to the surface.

Despite the setting sun, the light seems to shine even brighter the closer they come to the surface, and when they breach the mountain’s summit, gasps of awe echo through the crowd as the world unfolds around them.

Monsters, cautious at first, carefully pick their way across the rocks, striking out a new path as they spread out over the mountain side. But then, someone somewhere boldly takes the first leap, and spurs on the stampede of elated monsters as they spill down the cliffs.

“We’re free.” Someone breathes, and then again, louder, laughing, overcome with joy. “We’re free! WE’RE FREE!”

Order is lost almost instantaneously as the most excitable monsters whoop and holler in exhilaration, racing each other to be the first to explore this new world.

In too much of a good mood to dampen the excitement Asgore lets them go, and eventually the crowds calm again as they boldly march down the mountain en masse.

Toriel and Frisk stand apart from the rest, seeing to it that everyone makes their way out and no stragglers are ignored. By the time the last monster has wandered out of the mountain, the sky has shifted into the purples of twilight, and the first of the evening stars have blinked awake.

Even after the final monster eagerly scrambles after the others, Toriel and Frisk hang back until they’re the last ones on the mountain top, silently watching the others descend.

“Frisk,” Toriel says when all the others are out of earshot. She speaks nervously, almost guiltily. “I have been meaning to apologize… for keeping your identity a secret from yourself. It was wrong of me. A lie of omission is still a lie, and I should not have done that to you for all those years.”

“It’s okay,” Frisk assures her, squeezing her hand a little tighter. “I know why you did it and I forgive you.”

Toriel smiles thankfully, though something else still lingers on her mind.

“As you are aware now, this is the world you came from, so even though it pains me, even though it has been years, I must ask… Is there… is there anywhere you wish to return to?”

It takes a moment for them to understand, but when they finally do, Frisk hastily looks away when they realize what she’s asking.

“You know… it’s funny. For this entire past week I had been trying my hardest to get back to what I thought was my home.” They say evenly after a minute. “But after everything that’s happened, I’m not entirely sure where that is. Is it back in the Ruins? On the surface with other humans? I don’t know anymore.”

“Frisk. It is not my place to tell you where you belong. That is for you to decide,” Toriel says. “But no matter who or what you chose to be, you will always have a place to call home with me. With all the monsters, if you would like that.”

Unsure how to answer, they scan the horizon and stare at the setting sun in silence for several heartbeats, uncertainties still plaguing their heart like a stubborn stain. They could say 'no'. They could let them all go right then and there; a fitting penitence for what they put everyone through. The choice was theirs. But... even if they still think they didn't deserve them, deep down... did they truely want to say goodbye?

Down in a small valley below, they spy monsters roaming about, taking in this new world with dreamy wonder. A small group turn around, as if sensing they were being watched, and look up at the pair. They wave eagarly, and even from this distance, Frisk can tell it's their closest friends calling to them down below. Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, all waiting for them to catch up.

'They'll always come back for you,' Chara's words remind them. 'Even if you try to leave them behind.' Frisk sighs affectionately, knowing that was undeniably true. That's just how monsters were, weren't they? Papyrus had come for them, Sans had come for them, so had Undyne and Alphys... And Toriel... Everyone. Suddenly their answer was crystal clear. Was there ever any point in debating it when they already know their friends would never let them go?

Frisk gazes up at Toriel one last time to make sure, and finds only unconditional love in her eyes. Like magic, all those preconceived doubts Frisk still had about who they were and their place in this new world begin to melt away. Beaming, they embrace her in a hug.

Belonging. Such a simple concept that had proven so difficult for them to find these past six days. But they knew now they didn't belong back in the Ruins, or in some long-forgotten house on the surface. They belonged wherever their friends were; a place amongst all of those who didn't care what they were, who loved them for them and not what they had accomplished, who were just happy to have them in their lives. A place where they were wanted and needed with their extended monster family.

“I guess that settles it then?” Toriel chuckles.

“Yeah,” Frisk nods, never feeling more sure in their life, finally knowing where they fit in. “Let’s go home, Mom. Everyone’s waiting for us!”

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

I wanted to do a drawing

of Sans’s secret twin sister San in AFAC style,

I even decided to give her a new color of clothes to make her well let’s say stand out from Sans, when she is dressed in the same color clothes as Sans, the only thing that is different is that she is female and the fact she always wears black tights

and like I said in the description over at Deviantart

San’s own Empathy

can be strong just like Sans’s own Apathy

this makes the two polar opposites of each other 

plus I like the idea of San having the power of making herself or others either it be human or monster or pet or plant invisible

plus when I was posting this drawing over at Deviantart,

it had just hit me on that very day…..

that the outfit makes San look like a bee lol

and I decided that San is a double trait,

one side is Justice and the other side is Patience 

San knows that Chara is being used as a scapegoat and they aren’t the real threat to the underground…

but San knows that Sans wouldn’t listen and he’s set in his mindset that Chara was always the evil one

but that isn’t true,

San knows that the reason Chara becomes all Geno-Chara is because of the corruption when the true anomaly convinces Frisk to kill,

it was never Chara who did this and San’s knows this  

 and as I said before,

San knows that Chara is just being used

and she knows that Frisk is being used as a scapegoat  too

besides the whole having the ability to use invisibility 

I like the idea that San can make others forget her, like before she moves to the capital

so she will no longer switch places with Sans,

so he could take a nap without Papyrus knowing.

one of the reasons why San left Snowdin

was because of Sans, being tired of trying to reason with someone who can’t see that Chara ain’t the real enemy and they are just being used as a scapegoat

can be emotionally draining,

I think the spell she could of used

could be called Amnesia Blizzard

like it appears as snow

but really it’s magic

if magically programed right

it will make one or more forget a certain subject or person. 

San had programed it to make everyone including San and Papyrus forget her, well if Papyrus found out there were two of Sans and finds out he has a sister….

and well figuratively speaking

if San did exist in the AFAC AU

then she would still use such a magic

Amnesia Blizzard,

but could of used it when she was a child on Sans, Papyrus and Gaster to have them forget her while she ran away from home and lived maybe in the ruins,

but finding out about the riverperson

San uses the Amnesia Blizzard on them too

San knows that

depending on the programing of the magic spell

(which some monsters hardly use and they only use the shield or attack or healing forms of magic.)

the Amnesia Blizzard has it’s limits on how long it will last

which is why San would have to sneak into Sans and Papyrus’s rooms respectively and cast it and since Gaster has been in the dimension between time and space, the spell was able to last way longer because where Gaster was before, the spell was frozen.

but with Gaster being return,

San will have to cast the Amnesia Blizzard spell on him just as many times as she has done to Papyrus, Sans and Hermann

(remember this is all figuratively if she were in the AFAC, but I believe in any timeline and au, she would still use such magic such as amnesia blizzard, invisibility and any other magic she has learned)

I’m thinking of her being able to use Familiar Magic, 

like being able to summon a Familiar and cast transformation spells.

and if I had to pick what kind of Familiar San would be bonded to

it would be a Magical Beast, not to be confused with how some monsters are anthropomorphic, a Magical Beast would be a type of magical animal that has been around much longer than monsters and humans and were the first magical beings that dominated the planet before monsters and humans came along.

San’s Familiar Magical Beast, is a Cat

well it takes the form of a normal house cat  

but it’s true form is very big, like bigger than a lion or bear

so about half the size of a full grown elder dragon

I want to draw San’s Magical Beast Familiar XD

 and transformation spells can be tricky on the first try

and it could of taken San 10 years to master it, well that is the idea I want to go with how long it took her to master such magic.

and even if some think it a double trait isn’t canon to Undertale

(or even Deltarune)

but in Nintendo Switch, it shows in the fight with Mad Mew Mew

(I like to call them Madmewy)   

the soul is red on one side

and on the other it is a light blue or cyan color 

which makes it a double trait, so Nintendo Switch has made Double Traits Possible and it’s just Fanon anymore.

but being a Double Trait could be a very rare thing to have

and I still believe that Kris’s true trait is Patience

this is because when they go to the dark world

their hair and skin become a type of blue color

(the hair might appear black but it’s really a dark blue)

this is because Kris, the real them is shining through even though they are being controlled by the Red Soul.

I know a lot of fans believe that the Red Soul is Determination

but I don’t believe that at all, I mean I use to but I believe that this Determination is really the Human’s Blood not the Soul

the Red Soul’s true name is Ambition

and when a human has both the flowing blood of determination and the soul of ambition inside of them, they work perfectly together and

are very powerful and are able to use the power of Reset 

in theory maybe the other Humans with different Soul Trait

could his or her or their special powers

and once again Kris’s Soul Trait can not be the Red Soul

if it were, then Kris would of appeared Red in the dark world

not blue, them appearing as a blue color shows that the true soul inside them that is theirs is reflecting out 

I believe that Susie’s soul trait is Perseverance

this is because she still appears purple when she goes to the dark world but I guess depending on the shad of purple if it matches the soul the color could be light or dark

if the monster is already one of the two.

plus if I had to pick who to trust more Flowey or Ralsei 

I’m going to have to go with Flowey, even if Ralsei might seem sweet and kind......I know they are hiding something....and it ain’t no way that he’s the true Prince of The Dark with all those Delta Runes around his home.....he looks like a Angel and talks like a Angel,

but he’s a Demon Lord in disguise!

you know like those RPG where the Hero has to face a Demon Lord...

and if it’s okay to say, if Toriel’s OTP is Rose & Greg 

I can’t help but think Sans’s twin sister San’s OTP

would be Eclipsa & Globgor

Globgor is AWESOME,

and for me those two are the perfect One True Pairing

and I believe that if I had a counterpart in SVTFOE

they would be a Mewman/Monster, this is because I had figured out the similarities that the mewmans and monsters have to those in real life from the history of how America was formed.

so my great-great-grandmother was a full Cherokee

so if I lived in the fictional world of SVTFOE

my great-great-grandmother in that world would be a Monster

Star’s own Great-Great-Grandma Shy

(Full Name Celena Butterfly, also called Celena The Shy)

was clearly a hybrid between a Mewman and Monster

I did a drawing of Celena, Garnet, Baby Meteora, Steven and Lancer

over at Deviantart, the drawing has writing on it

it says “We Are Made of Love”

the reason why I added Lancer into it, is because of my new theory which is that Lancer’s mother was a Lightener either Human or Monster type Lightener.

Meteora is more than the two of Eclipsa and Globgor

she is her father’s fury and her mother’s patience

she is a fusion of love between a monster and mewman

 and fusions ain’t gonna follow human, mewman or monsters rules

cause they are made of love

not the Level of violence love, but Love.

anyway I really think the Black & Yellow outfit works for San

and they really do look like a bee wearing it XD

the next time I draw San in such a outfit, I think I will change the socks.

I can’t wait to see the episode of SVTFOE where we will finally see “Marco Jr.” but even if Marco’s little sibling is suppose to be a boy we can’t just rule out the possibility of them being either a boy or girl

I’m thinking up drawing up a new Fem-Agender Flag

Fem-Agender

(which is with those who were born female but feel agender too)

are half binary & half non-binary, the same can be said for those who were born male but feel between their birth gender

and being agender too.

I mean in most timelines and au

Chara, Frisk and Kris are either Male, Female or Agender

so why not Fem-Agender and Male-Agender too?

plus I still believe that a Chara who is born male in each timeline

and goes by the male pronouns, would hate humanity because of the name they were given.....cause once again Chara is a REAL NAME and isn’t from the word Character.

the only name that is truly a name that is shared between a boy and girl

would be Kris, well Sam too and any other unisex names

the name Chara is a Girl’s name

and it doesn’t come from the word Character,

but it appears some have mistaken it to be so.

and I know some know the truth about the name Chara

by the way when I say that the Submit as well as Asks are closed

I mean it is closed to everyone, I can still submit some stuff but only if I open up the submit once again and well I guess there are still other ways to submit but I like this better.

so after posting this up,

I’m going to have the submit back to being closed.

I decided to make a Ask Kris, and even have them be Fem-Agender

and well in other timelines

they could be Female or Male or Male-Agender or Agender.

but yeah the asks are closed.

anyway see ya later and stay safe everyone.

[icefir-windbreaker]

All-Stars -Story Mode- [CHAPTER 2]

I know, it’s a bit too early and I had wrote this second chapter on Google Docs but I had thought about it recently hours later after I had posted til I decided: What the hell? I’ll post the second one. ;3

Enjoy

                                                    -Chapter 2-

After Boris locked the door, they were surrounded in darkness, no sight to see but they are able to hear their own breathes and knowing it’s their own and someone else’s. There’s nothing to do but wait…

Then, they heard the light switch flicked on and the lights gone on with a dim and saw the bunker in the light.

It does looked like an ordinary home for a normal family to stay in, it had a couch, a wooden wire spool for a table, oven, sink, a fridge and a room with bunk beds. Even a bathroom.

Boris walked over to the wire spool table and placed down his backpack on it as Bendy ran eagerly to look at what Boris had brought.

‘’So so so??’’ Bendy asked so very eagerly, ‘’What did you got with you? What did you go with you?’’

Boris held up his finger and got out a can that read ‘’Bacon Soup’’ on it, then showed Bendy that he had got 7 cans of Bacon Soup. 7 cans of soup means it can last 7 days of food.

Bendy clapped his hands happily as he looked at the cans, ‘’Woo! Good more soup!’’ the greedy Ink Demon said with glee and then he looked over at the two cups and the human child as he asked ‘’Did you have something for them as well Boris?’’

Boris had yet again held his finger out as he rummaging through the backpack and he got out a blue metal kettle and 8 cups of metal cups and 3 metal mugs along with the ingredients needed to make coffee.

The two brothers smiled at each other as they looked at the set of kettle and cups with mugs along with the ingredients had reminded them of home back in Inkwell.

Frisk looked at the Cup brothers and smiled with comfort as they reminded the human child of the two Skele brothers as well.

*Even though this isn’t like home.

*But watching the smile on the brothers’ faces,

*it fills you with DETERMINATION.

*And comfort.

Frisk walked over to the table as they took off their backpack and placed it on the table and rummaged through to get out their own food they had got from the convent store earlier.

Bendy looked over to Frisk and said ‘’Well, since you meet my friend Boris and know my name already, I guess it’s time to tell me your name, So what is it?’’

*You gave Bendy the Dancing Demon your name.

‘’Frisk huh? Nice to meet you. Do you know what is happening here?’’ Bendy asked. Frisk shook their head, implying that they don’t know.

‘’I see. We were trying to figure that out since we got here. But…’’ Bendy said before his sentence had faded as he looked at the ceiling. The look he had on his face was wonder as the two brothers noticed this.

‘’What is it?’’ Mugman asked to Bendy, who looked at him. ‘’Before you guys came along, I think we were the first ones here on the day before you came. We found ourselves with a tree with pinkish white flowers, what is it called?’’

>[Cherry Blossom Tree]                                                                [Apple Blossom Tree]

                                            >[Cherry Blossom Tree]<

‘’Cherry blossom tree, never heard of it before but okay, it was near sunset but even through me and Boris never saw one before, it’d felt peaceful just seeing it. But it gotten even something more… What is that word again?’’

‘’Wonderful?’’ Cuphead said as Bendy looked at him, ‘’Wonderful! That’s it! Wonderful!’’ he said as Mugman and Frisk looked at Bendy like he was a child, as if the child is a Ink Demon. Bendy lowered and uppered his head like a bird swooping down to catch its prey.

‘’When night time came, the blossoms… They began to glow white while the wind breeze by, petals flying away like shooting stars. The light of those simples as them too.’’ Bendy continued with his story.

‘It’d must’ve been very beautiful.’’ Mugman commented on Bendy’s story as he could already imaged what if him and his brother were there to see the trees glow then Cuphead said ‘’But, we never thought of the trees would do something like this before. How is that possible?’’

Then that’s when Frisk raised their hand if they had a suggestion, winch caught Bendy’s attention. ‘’Yes Frisk?’’ Bendy asked.

*You told Bendy that the glowing cherry blossom trees at night time had reminded them of Echo Flowers from the Underground.

*Others had noticed you said

Underground.

‘’You been into an underground? Was it a cave or a…’’ Cuphead said before Frisk shook their head as they decided to tell this tale.

Long time ago, two races ruled over earth:

Humans and Monsters.

They had been in peace for years until one day, war broke out between the two races.

In the end, it was the race of men achieved victory in the war against the monsters and sealed them in the underground caverns with a spell.

Then years later, a child climbed up Mount Ebott with an unhappy reason till they tipped and fell into the Underground, the prince named Asriel had found the injured human child and took them back home.

The prince’s parents decided to the adopt the human and hope had reigned in the Underground, they knew this would bring the two worlds together again.

Until one horrible day, the human had fallen ill to an unknown disease and dying.

The human’s life was withering away as they requested that they want to see the flowers in their village just one last time but with the barrier up, there’s nothing that they could do.

Then a day came and the human gave in to the illness and died in their bed.

Asriel, overcome with grief of the lost of their sibling, absorbed their soul and his soul became fused with the human’s, turning into his powerful form.

He then took the human’s cold lifeless body and actually crossed the barrier to carry the human back to their village.

As he reached the village, he laid the body down the bed of flowers and stood in the silence of the night until he heard a scream ringed out. The villagers looked at the prince and the child and began to attack Asriel because they all thought he had killed his friend.

The prince had the power to destroy all with just a tip of a finger but he refused to fight back and instead took a blow after blow from the humans.

They all severely damaged him after they gave it all they could throw at him but he smiled and walked away with the human’s body still in his arms.

Asriel crossed the barrier and came back to the Underground, lethally wounded, his body fell down on top of the garden of flowers and died with the human child next to him. Once deceased, his body turned to dust and scattered across the garden.

The Underground’s ruler, Asgore, angered out of grief, declared that the war will begin and every human who falls down will die.

And over the years, 6 humans had met the same fate…

Well… All but one.

Frisk, the human of DETERMINATION fell down to the Underground and befriended the whole Monster race and broke the barrier with the help of Flowey who turned out be Asriel, resurrected as a flower.

Peace has reigned once more for the two races…

‘’Whoa…’’ Mugman said, ‘’You have befriended every monster in the underground kingdom? Even after they tried to kill you?’’

Frisk nodded yes as an answer.

Bendy smiled and said ‘’That’s quite a tale, came from the underground.’’

‘’Undertale?’’ Cuphead said as Frisk giggled at the name for the tale. ‘’That sounds very brave of you Frisk!’’ Mugman said.

Boris nodded as he too agreed with Mugman, Bendy smiled a little bit as he looked at Cuphead and said ‘’Do you two have a story of your own?’’

‘’Well, it’s not much like Frisk’s but we do.’’ Cuphead answered as Boris opened the can of soup and pours it into a pot so he can make dinner.

He tells them a story of him and his brother had wandered away under Elder Kettle’s nose while he was asleep and gone to the casino in Inkwell despite their caretaker’s warning to play craps that lead them a winning streak till the Devil himself came and raises the stakes by offering Cuphead a deal if they win the bet but ultimately lose when he rolled snake eyes.

He continues on with their story as they ate their dinner and laughed at their mistakes, Frisk smiled as they were reminded of Papyrus’s cooking with their friends.

*Cuphead and Mugman’s story is fascinating to listen.

*You can tell they like to get into troubles till they got into a big one with the Devil.

*Hearing them triumph against the Devil and saved Inkwell Isles fills you with DETERMINATION.

When they all started yawning as they went somewhere in 12 o’clock at midnight, they all decided to hit the hay as they went for the bunk beds but Boris stayed in the living room with a tommy gun to stand guard while they all get some sleep for tomorrow.

Cuphead and Frisk got top while Bendy and Mugman got the low bunk as they tucked themselves into the blankets, trying to fend off the cold till Cuphead and Bendy fell asleep first as Mugman and Frisk stayed awake.

There was silence for moment until Mugman said ‘’Frisk?’’, Frisk looked looked down at Mugman after they had heard their name been called with a confused look on their face.

‘’C-can the Devil be here in… Where ever we are?’’ Mugman asked at the human child, who just shrugged their shoulders as this add to Mugman’s worry. ‘’F-frisk, we do remember that the whole isles had been taken with us after that attack from the Devilings. I-if they were here, t-they would…’’ he continued with the fear toned his voice.

*Mugman is worried that the Devil may be back for revenge.

*You knew this by the tone in his voice,

*You assured Mugman that him and his brother, Cuphead

*had beaten the Devil and his lackeys before so if he is here,

*they can do it again.

Mugman smiled as Frisk gave him a comforting smile, he known that smile when he was a kid, it’s the same one that Elder Kettle gave him and his brother whenever they’re feel scared. That made feel better thanks to Frisk.

‘’A-alright, you’re right Frisk. We done it before and we can do it again if the Devil really is back, anyway, we better get some sleep or else, we’ll just be tired as sloths!’’ Mugman said as Frisk giggled at his reply.

‘’Anyway, good night Frisk. See you in the morning.’’ Mugman said as he went to sleep.

*Despite being away from your family,

*Mugman reminded you of Asriel Dreemurr before he turned back into Flowey the Flower.

*You still do wished if there’s a way to bring Asriel back.

*You are DETERMINED to figure out what’s happening.

*But you need to get some rest first.

Frisk rolled over as they pulled the blanket over them as they finally fell into a deep slumber…

Then fell into a dream...

[neko-shadow-archived]

So, a while back I posted a list, saying what main Undertale character would go in which Hogwarts House. And I figure I should explain my choices. Especially a few of them.

First off, let’s just get a small overview of what each house is like from the hat, shall we?

“You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends.”

I may deviate from this a little because of opinions, but still.

I will also point out that I headcanon Frisk as male and Chara as female. I will try to keep it to gender neutral pronouns with them, but if I end up calling Frisk ‘he’ and Chara ‘she’, well... that’s the reason why. I’ll also put this under a read more because it’s pretty long.

Frisk - Hufflepuff

It would be easy enough to put Frisk into Gryffindor. They is a brave kid after all, going through an entire Kingdom of Monsters. But, I decided on Hufflepuff... although I should probably state this is purely for the Pacifist!Frisk. Neutral!Frisk I would say probably is Gryffindor, and Genocide!Frisk... well, Genocide!Frisk is more or less Chara, in my opinion, so we’ll get to them when we get to them.

Basically, I put Frisk in Hufflepuff because one of the things I think is most telling about them, as opposed to the Gryffindor Neutral!Frisk, is that they is patient and willing to work hard. Neutral!Frisk does have shades of this too, but they will also kill, which is the easy way to take out some monsters. Pacifist!Frisk is willing to be patient and do what needs to be done to pacify the monster rather than kill it, and refuses to shift from this strategy unless they HAVE to, as in when they fight Asgore, who refuses to shift from his duty to his people, and Omega Flowey who... yeah. No talking them down. Flowey can’t feel guilt or anything at the point, after all.

Frisk will work hard and do what they feel needs to be done, pacifying monsters rather than fighting them, working hard to make friends with everyone, including Undyne, who showed absolutely no feelings towards them other than WANTING THEM DEAD. It takes a lot of bravery, to be sure, but I think it speaks more to hardwork and patience, both of which are Hufflepuff traits.

Toriel - Ravenclaw

It could be easy to put Toriel in Hufflepuff as well. As a motherly type, she is patient and works hard to be a good surrogate mother for Frisk, and before then, a good mother for Asriel and Chara. However... there is a reason I had put her in Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw is all about being smart and clever, and quick-witted, basically. This might be a little different from what is intended... but Toriel is indeed smart. She is clever enough to have figured out how to disarm the traps in the ruins, and likely how to arm them as well. Even if she was around before the war, and thus knows how they work from those times, she still remembered how to do it. Also, most notably, she says that she wants to be a teacher, and, in the epilogue, she indeed does open a school and become a teacher. She is clever, and wants to pass on that knowledge, valuing it highly. She even prepares a curriculum for Frisk, although it never gets used. You can say she belongs in other houses, but while she shows some points of Hufflepuff, I don’t think she shows much in the way of qualities for Gryffindor or Slytherin, and I think she shows more signs of Ravenclaw than Hufflepuff.

Sans - Ravenclaw

Before I start, this has nothing to do with the Soriel ship. I don’t actually like the ship. A mutual taste in bad jokes is a poor foundation for a relationship, in my opinion, and that’s pretty much what Sans and Toriel really have. A mutual taste in bad jokes.

Getting that out of the way... in my opinion, Sans is definitely a Ravenclaw. He’s lazy, which goes against him being a Hufflepuff, he’s not really shown to be too ambitious, which goes against him being a Slytherin... There aren’t really any signs of him being a Gryffindor, unless you count him being the last person to fight in a Genocide route... but considering that at that point, he’s figured out that if you finish your route, you’ll destroy the timeline... fighting you is more of a smart move rather than a brave one, considering it’s the only way to stop the destruction of everyone and everything in that timeline.

One thing that cannot be denied is that Sans is very intelligent. Even ignoring all the fanon stuff, he has a book on Quantum Physics (well, several of them... inside books of jokes. some of which are inside books on Quantum Physics), and is intelligent enough to watch you without you noticing throughout your journey, and judge you based on your actions. He is also clever enough to realize when you’ve already seen something or done something. Some of the other characters have shades of this, like Toriel saying you look like you’ve seen a ghost if you reset after killing her, and Flowey DEFINITELY knowing when you’ve been resetting... but Sans is a character who SHOULDN’T know for certain, but he does, based on Frisk’s reactions.

He’s definitely not a Hufflepuff, he has the cunning of a Slytherin but that’s about it, and while he COULD be a Gryffindor, he definitely has more pointing towards Ravenclaw.

Papyrus - Slytherin

Ooooh boy, I can already see this one ruffling some feathers. Don’t get me wrong, Papyrus is definitely a brave one, including opting to try to convince you to abort a genocide route, and he’s definitely fairly clever. Despite you being the first human he’s ever come up against, he knows when to stop attacking so that he doesn’t kill you. And he definitely works hard. Despite the only other skeleton we have to compare him to, Sans, he’s tough. Even Undyne admits that he’s tough, although she also says she can’t make him a member of the Royal Guard.

However, that’s why I’ve made him a Slytherin. Practically EVERYTHING he does in the game is to be a Royal Guard. He mentions it all the time, it’s clearly the ambition that drives him, even if friendship does sometimes cause it to take a bad seat. He even says the pacifist ending is the worst possible ending because the Royal Guard is disbanded before he can join it. And he will even, at first, attempt to capture you rather than being friends with you, just so he can join the Royal Guard. Also, don’t forget he is pretty cunning. If need be, when you try to make friends with Undyne, when she tells you to leave her house, Papyrus, having jumped out of the window previously, comes back and says that Undyne simply isn’t capable of being friends with Frisk. Which results in Undyne actually making friends with Frisk. Which, considering most of the time Papyrus is, let’s be honest, less than intelligent, is a VERY clever and cunning move by Papyrus. So due to the ambition that guides almost all of his actions, and his surprising cunning, Papyrus is fairly clearly a Slytherin, in my opinion.

Undyne - Gryffindor

I’m betting everyone saw this one coming, though. Undyne is brave. Maybe not too chivalrous in her first two encounters, when she fights you for real, she gives you a shield to block her attacks. And even tells you how to block her attacks, telling you that if unless you face her head on, you won’t be able to beat her.

She’s also daring. Although most bosses share this trait, she won’t give up, not even if you bring her down to critical health, which is enough to make most monsters give in, allowing you to spare them. But not Undyne. In fact, she is so determined that she will keep on fighting even after her HP is depleted, tapping into her determination to continue fighting... albiet it being a futile last hurrah, her attacks gradually slowing and becoming more and more pathetic the more her body starts breaking down and melting. And in the Genocide Run, realizing that you’re not going to stop with just killing all monsters, she taps into her determination in another way, becoming the sturdiest boss in the game. That’s part of the point. Even after having been killed by you in one shot, she will STILL refuse to die, putting everything on the line, using determination, that, even if she wins, will most likely seal her painful death.

She prides herself on being a hero. And if you consider the side of Monsterkind, she probably is. The reason she doesn’t seem like a chivalrous hero with nerves of steel is because she’s your enemy. She does show signs of Hufflepuff, being a hard worker, but not so much signs of Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Thus, I doubt anyone is surprised that Undyne is a Gryffindor.

Alphys - Ravenclaw

Another fairly obvious one. While Mettaton isn’t exactly a real robot, being a monster’s soul in a metal body, Alphys is still incredibly intelligent, even if her experiments didn’t necessarily go as she planned. She was stepping into new territory with her experiments with Determination, after all. Not to mention creating Mettaton’s body, which can transform at the flick of a switch into either Mettaton’s dream body, or a body designed to kill humans... even if it is terrible at doing so, due to how powerful you’ve gotten by the time you encounter Mettaton Neo. She still created both of those bodies though, and is clever enough to lead a lot of monsters away from you, evacuating them.

Apart from that, she doesn’t show that many traits from other houses. Considering how long it took her to own up to her mistakes, eventually doing so because she couldn’t stand lying anymore rather than any sort of actual courage, she’s definitely not a fit for Gryffindor. Considering how little she does after her experiments were a failure, simply holing herself up in her lab and not doing that much work, she’s not a Hufflepuff. And while she does have SOME cunning, trying to manipulate events through Hotland and the Core to make herself seem better than she is, and like a hero who saved Frisk, she lacks any other Slytherin qualities.

Alphys is, very clearly, a Ravenclaw.

Mettaton - Slytherin

Maybe I should have put him after Muffet. Ah well.

Mettaton is clearly a Slytherin. Sharing the same sort of arrogance seen in a fair few Slytherins, while not explicitly a trait, does help a little. But let’s look at his other things.

He is a big star in the Underground, having even left Blooky, after saying that he wouldn’t, in order to follow his own dream... or his ambition. Even once achieving this, he didn’t stop there. He fights Frisk for three reasons:

He doesn’t believe that Frisk is strong enough to fight Asgore

He wants to be humanity’s hero, killing you, taking your soul and then stopping Asgore’s plan. While this is technically a heroic move... it’s also another showing of Mettaton’s ambitions, wanting to save humanity... which leads to

He wants to become a star in the human world, where he thinks millions of humans will watch him. Two of those three reasons tie into ambition. As for cunning... he did play along with Alphys’ plans, but at the end he turned it against her, making her seem like an unreliable guide through the Core, which definitely rattled Alphys and made her doubt herself, losing her newfound confidence. I’m not sure it really achieved anything of note for Mettaton spefically, but still.

Mettaton is also fairly hardworking and smart, as well as being brave, standing in front of Chara as the last obstacle before the final fight, but I think his ambition stands out much more than those. Hence why he’s in Slytherin.

Muffet - Slytherin

Muffet, again, I’ve classed as a Slytherin. A lot of this is simply guessing, since you see Muffet once, having a bake sale, and then have a fight against her... and that’s basically it. You can talk to her after your battle but you don’t get too much characterization for her, which is understandable. She wasn’t designed by Toby if I’m remembering right, she was the character of someone who backed enough money. In any case, this is mostly guesswork.

Muffet isn’t stupid, but she’s not very smart. She sells her goods for 9999g, and, while we do see someone actually did buy something from her, they bought it more out of being intimidated into it than anything else. And yet, during the fight, she literally THROWS a lot of doughnuts at you. So she prices them high, and then tosses them willy-nilly at you, wasting a fair amount of money, and a LOT of potential profits. So definitely not a Ravenclaw.

She stands in your way. But not out of bravery or any sense of justice or anything like that... even if you go through a Genocide run, the only reason she fights you is because someone told her you don’t like spiders. And that you kill them. And then, once the telegraph from the spiders in the Ruins arrives, telling her that you never hurt a single spider, she spares you, even if you killed everyone else you came across. Her fighting you was purely for vengeance for spiders she thought you had killed, and to get your soul to sell it to someone. I dunno if they ever specify WHO, but I think it is at least hinted at it being Mettaton? I doubt it’d be Flowey, at that point. But yeah, she only fights to get revenge for spiders she thought you had killed. So, not a Gryffindor.

She does work hard for her spiders, but she’s not really patient. charging WAY over the price that the spiders in the ruins charge for no reason other than... greed, I guess. Even if it is for a good cause. But if she were to have some patience and sold her things at a more reasonable price, she’d be able to raise the money easily. It would take longer, since that one guy buying one doughnut from her probably gave her more than enough money to get the spiders out of the ruins with the heated limo, but she’d get a lot more customers. I mean, lot at the bunch of monsters buying hot dogs from Sans, not necessarily because they’re any good, but they’re cheaper at least. And as mentioned, Hufflepuffs are ‘just’. Muffet fighting you isn’t ‘just’ at all, it’s only for revenge for dead spiders, and she stops immediately once she finds out you didn’t even hurt any spiders. So not a Hufflepuff.

Slytherin qualites, on the other hand... she has huge ambitions, charging a lot of money for baked goods in other to make lots of money. For a good cause, yes, but a good cause is still an ambition. And she is cunning, changing your soul’s type before fighting you towards her advantage. After all, the fight against her would be a LOT easier if you could move freely. Not to mention she uses some of that cunning to convince someone to buy a doughnut by staring at them and licking her lips, if I remember rightly. Intimidating them into doing so without saying a word. That’s pretty darn cunning in my book. And that’s why she’s a Slytherin.

Asgore - Hufflepuff

Asgore is another easy one to judge, based on his actions in the game. While some portray him as a remorseless child killer, he genuinely feels bad about doing it. He’s probably more scared of fighting you than you are of him, and unless you are at 1 HP, his attacks can’t kill you. So why does he fight you anyway?

Because of loyalty to his people. His loyalty to his people forces him to do one of the things he probably wants to do the least, as shown by him not simply taking the first human soul and going through the barrier to gather more quickly. His loyalty has forced him to kill (I think it was specified that Asgore killed all the children himself?) 6 children when it was the last thing he wanted to do. And it forces him to fight you, and while he cannot bring himself to fight you with all his might, he will still kill you and take your soul for his people.

He might have some traits of other houses, other than Slytherin, but I think the strength of his loyalty alone places him squarely in Hufflepuff.

Asriel - Hufflepuff

I should probably state that I’m counting Asriel as a different entity from Flowey. Flowey would straight-up be a Slytherin. Wanting to gain all the human souls for himself? Befriending and manipulating Papyrus for his own goals? Yeah, his main traits are ambition and cunning.

But Asriel is a different story. He is kind and gentle, despite being the final boss and very capable of killing you. But as soon as he feels the emotions he had been lacking as a soulless flower, he cannot fight you anymore, reverting back to a child and crying.

Most of me thinking he’s in Hufflepuff is based on his relationship with Chara, and Chara’s plan of killing themselves, having Asriel absorb their soul and go to the surface to collect enough souls to free everyone.

Asriel agreed to the plan, despite thinking it was a bad idea, and everytime he brought up a complaint, he was convinced back into it fairly easily. He was very loyal to Chara, but even when he got to the surface, he couldn’t kill anyone. This might be him being just. These humans were not the ones who fought them and sealed them underground. They had done nothing would. It would not be fair, it would not be just to kill them. I don’t know if that was his reasoning, but he still did not attack them.

Asriel is loyal and just. So he is a Hufflepuff.

Chara - Slytherin

This is basically based off the Chara at the end of the Genocide Run, and a little off before they died.

Let’s start with Chara before they died.

It certainly was an ambition plan they had, wasn’t it? Killing themselves by eating buttercups so Asriel could take their soul, and gain enough souls to free humanity. Being the saviour of an entire race, and likely a key hero in the ensuing war (remember that Chara had a very low opinion of humanity) is an very ambitious plan. And convincing their soft, gentle brother to go along with it may have taken a fair bit of cunning, since he would have had to convince Asriel not to mention the plan to Toriel or Asgore.

And they get even more ambitious after their death, wanting to destroy the entire timeline if you gain enough LV. And even if you don’t want to do that, they take control and do it anyway.

Chara also isn’t exactly a very pleasant person. Even Asriel admits to as such. There isn’t too much evidence of Chara being particularly brave, clever or loyal. Especially considering they will force you to kill Flowey while they are using Asriel’s face and voice. So all I have to go on is their ambition and cunning and since those are the properties of the Slytherin house....

So, there we are. Feel free to give me your thoughts on this.

[monofazz]

Genocide, together: Ch3

In which Sans gets some LOVE and meets a flower he is not friendly to.

@rahafwabas 

A-are you still ok with this?

 I dunno, enjoy!

It wasn’t surprising for Sans to find himself outside his and Papyrus’ house, about to walk down to Grillby’s. He had been in the exact position many times whenever the kid had reset. But everything was different now. He wondered vaguely if he actually…

Heh.

He stepped through the snow, footprints imprinting in the ground. Once he reached the lights of Grillby’s he pretended to open the door, then, predictably, Papyrus appeared.

“Sans!”

Sans turned around, and sighed and put on a fake smile, “Sup, bro. How’s it hanging?”

The taller skeleton stood over him, “What’s hanging is that you’re late! Your sentry had been unguarded for 2 minutes now! And the puzzles haven’t been recalibrated yet!”

“It’s no problem, Paps. I think they’re fine just the way they are,” Sans hand put his hands in his pockets.

“No they’re not! I need you at your post! There is not time for lazing around! Undyne… Sans? Brother, are you alright?”

He snapped his head up, “What?”

“Are you ok Sans? You look a bit unwell,” Papyrus said in concern. Sans blinked. He rubbed his arm and chuckled.

“Nah, Paps, I’m just still … bone-tired heheheh…” Sans laughed at his pathetic attempt to lighten the mood.

“By God, Sans—“

“Heheheh, guess you’re still icy about my jokes. Hahaha!”

“SANS!” Papyrus said in irritation.

Sans put up his hands passively, “Ok, ok Papyrus, I’ll stop. I’ll meet you up ahead, ‘K?” Sans then started to walk the other way and Papyrus gave a sigh.

“Time and space shenanigans… Sans will be at the post before I get to mine…” Papyrus looked down to the ground. Sans really did not look good, even if was just a moment. Sans is a person who would hide it behind laughs and jokes.

He really did worry about his brother. But he re-assured himself by telling himself that Sans had a great brother to take care of him and give him all the love and brotherly care Sans wants and needs. After all, he was the Great and Amazing Papyrus! Who wouldn’t want him as a brother?

Feeling a bit better, he strode proudly to beyond Snowdin and through the mass amount of snow and trees.

SLASH! SLASH! KERAP-BANG!!!

Chara breezed through the Ruins, not a monster or ghost was safe from them. It was still exhilarating to see their faces before they crumbled to dust before them. It never got boring. How funny life is, to be like that. How funny death is, to be what it is.

What they didn’t expect was a few differences popping up further and further they went. They called up Toriel, just for fun, and they heard things that was unusual. Chara listen carefully to the words, cocking their head, listening to Toriel’s worries, and unnerved feelings.

She mentions the white puppy, saying that it was hiding in a closet, whimpering. Another, which she did not make clear of was her worries of something terrible will happen very soon and to stay in the room she left them in. The last thing they said was to call if anything was to happen to them.

Chara hanged up. They flipped the hidden switches and smiled. They passed a trembling frog that watched them pick up a toy knife from the ground. It summoned wobbly white flies in pathetic attempt to protect itself, but Chara just slashed the knife and the flies disappeared and the frog fell to the floor, bursting into dust.

Sans played with a ketchup bottle on his table, spinning it in a circle, wondering again if he really did agree with this. To kill everyone. That would mean Grillby, Alphys, Undyne… Papyrus… he gripped the bottle so tight, the cap popped off, leaving a huge mess of tomato paste dripping down and sinking into the wood. Sans noticed the mess and left it alone.

It was then he noticed a monster in the distance, Ice Cap wandering around in circles, looking for someone to admire his hat.

“Heeeelllllloooo????? Anybody around? I got a new hat! Somebody look at my hat! You can look but you can’t touch, but still…”

Sans suddenly felt something swirling violently in his chest, in his soul. He needed something. He needed. He wanted to… something, he couldn’t place it. What was it?... Then, in full realisation that he had felt this before, he had watched the kid kill everyone, even playing with their minds before putting their life out like a candle. His feelings, his anger… his wanting to put every inch of hurt and death on them. He wanted to kill them. But he knew his was technically impossible. With them having the power to reset and reload whenever they wanted.

Right now, it was the feeling of wanting to hurt again, to kill, to turn them into dust. It was there, it was there, but he didn’t know where! The kid. The kid. He was going to be like the kid. The human. Frisk. Chara. The murderer. He was going to kill everyone with them. Everyone. Why did he want that? Why? Was it because he had nothing better to do? Was it because he given up on this world? Hell if he knew.

He stepped out of his station and towards the monster. He was going to kill everyone. With the human.

Ice Cap turned around to see the skeleton in front of them and started to sigh in relief and babble about his new hat.

Everyone.

Ice Cap faltered, seeing the look on Sans face and he started to look scared.

He may as well start with him.

*Sans LOVE had increased!

He watched the monster fall, the dust dampening in the snow and breathed a heavy sigh. The feeling had submerged, but it was still silently begging for more. It wants more to do. Anything but sitting there in that same old chair and look at the branches of trees above or fall asleep.

He walked a bit farther; he found more monsters hanging about. His white eyes flickering around, looking around if there were any additional cameras Alphys could have installed today, but there was no need to worry. Sans kept away from them, he didn’t want to be seen away from his post, let alone be caught impaling a monster with a bone.

He got to kill about four more monsters before he felt he was getting a bit cocky. The last one was a bit of a messy one; he was making a lot of noise and he was pretty sure the camera could pick up sound. Sans was thrown off by this and almost felt a bit guilty of what he was doing, but the barbaric feeling in his chest just got stronger and he finished him off with a large, blue bone in its chest.

He went back to his station and crossed the bridge Papyrus created to “trap” humans. But he made the poles too far apart to stop anybody. The kid shouldn’t be long now. He reached the door and stopped his hand just in time before it knocked. It would be stupid to knock. The old Lady wouldn’t be there. He sighed. He had very vague memories of the very first of the resets. He can just remember meeting her somewhere with Papyrus, Undyne and the rest of them. But it was mostly blurred out. But what he can really remember was this stirring feeling in his chest when he saw her for the first time. It was a nice feeling.

 Now that he thought about it. When he was talking through the door with her, that feeling was there too. Sharing jokes. Sharing stories. Sharing laughs. Same warm goodbyes before he had to leave. And the promise. He remembered that quite clearly. How her voice was serious and pleading, to take care of any human that was to pass. He had broke this promise a hundred times over.

He made himself walk away from the door. He had to wait. The human will come. Just give it time. Sans gave a small sigh and he turned around and jumped. There in the snow, was a flower that was certainly not there before.

 “Howdy!” The flower said in a high voice, “I’m Flowey! But I don’t have to tell you that, do I Sans?” All of a sudden, the happy voice turned into somewhat of a mocking drawl.

 If Sans had eyebrows, they would be raised. This flower. His eyes narrowed and he sent a sharpened bone to impale it, but the flower just wacked it away with a vine.

 “Hey, buddy… H o w  a b o u t w e  d o n ‘ t ?” Flowey said.

 Sans tried to skewer the flower again, but found himself hastily dodging an oncoming vine with spikes sharp as knives. It rebounded and wrapped around the surprised skeleton. Angry and the flailing rage in his chest spiralling out of control, he struggled uselessly. He tried to summon a Blaster, or even some measly bone attacks, but nothing happened. After a minute or two, he knew it was useless and he stopped moving.

 “Look here Trashbag, I don’t know what Chara had said to you to make you like this, but I don’t like it, although this is highly entertaining. This is quite an interesting route we have here. The human, persuading the pun-loving science guy with a job to Judge those who have to be judged. An interesting concept indeed, it makes me wonder why I didn’t do it before. Probably because it was a stupid idea. But I am not the one who will pay the price for this.”

 Sans had nothing to say, and Flowey took the silence as a sign to keep talking.

 “Do you know the funniest thing about this is? Have you guessed it yet? That’s right! It’s you.

“You, the one who fought against them so many times, fighting against what you just fallen down on your knees to. And I thought your so weak attachments to this world were funny enough.

“I’ll be watching this from afar Sans. I wonder how this predicament will turn out… Would you really kill everyone with the human? Even your dear baby brother? Or will you revert back to who you once were, watching the human kill everyone? And be the coward you are, just watching it happen?”

 Flowey let go of Sans and he plopped down, looking more emotionless than before. But the glowing rage in his chest was quite a sign it was time for Flowey to depart, before the Smiley Trashbag tries to attack again.

 He winked at Sans, “Guess I have to find out! See ya real soon, buddy!”

 And with that, he sunk into the ground again, leaving Sans quite alone. But the loneliness that was in the still air was not around for long as the door was open and a small head peeped out. Sans turned around. Chara caught up to them.

 “Hey there, I’m not late, am I? I was just a bit—hey!” Chara examined Sans and saw that dust was strewn on his clothing (and the fact there were some bones sticking out of the ground made it more obvious), “You cheater! You started without me!” Chara pouted.

 Sans smiled, “Hey, kid. Took you long enough.”

 Chara huffed, but gave a smile, “Eh, I guess that’s okay, if you left some for me. We have to do this together.”

 Sans shrugged, “There’s still monsters about, but all of this is making me kinda hungry, ya keep doing what you want and I’ll catch you at Grillby’s?”

 Chara felt their stomach growl at the last word. They were kinda hungry, since the fact they were a bit busy killing everyone to eat… and they do like keeping Toriel’s pie for a special occasion.

 “Whatever you want is fine with me, partner,” they started to walk away, when they were a distance away, they shouted, “Oh! And! I want fries! Remember that!”

 Sans blipped to his house and changed into a new (and slightly wrinkled) jacket and blipped again straight to Grillby’s with a double order of fries in mind.

[quonit37]

Who is the Strongest Character in Undertale? (rant)

This had been a question many Undertale fans have been asking, and many people have their own opinions on this based off of experiences that they have had. You might’ve seen me rant about this before, but I haven't really gone into detail with it. Anyways let’s start this post.

Let’s start with Flowey, the first character you meet in the game. Flowey’s friendliness pellets do 19 in attack damage, and he seems to be the only enemy in the game that can surround you by pellets, but I assume all monsters can do this they just want to make it fun to kill you and/or battle you.

Next, we have Toriel. Well, if she was actually trying to kill you then goddammit have you seen how hard it is to dodge her attacks??? She is so friggin powerful! It’s hard to tell how powerful her attacks are because she doesn’t want to fight you. If a monster does not want to fight, their attack/defense drop, so we can only assume that her attack is about the same as Asgore’s.

Because I already mentioned him, Asgore. Asgore is not as powerful as Toriel because his attacks are easier to dodge. Toriel wins this.

Now we have Papyrus. The cool and awesomest skeleton ever. Papyrus is actually pretty powerful contrary of what most people believe. He just never actually wants to kill you, and we never get to see his special attack because of the annoying white puppy. He has a lot of HP too, but because we never get to see his true strength, we can’t really compare him.

(Saves Undyne and sans for last)

Now let’s talk about the 3 ghosts we encounter during the game. Napstablook, Mettaton, and Mad dummy. They are invincible and pack a pretty hard punch so let’s just... it’s really hard to compare them and they can’t die so they are technically the strongest in battle because there is no way to win with sheer force...

Napstablook doesn’t want to fight but if we did... well I dunno what would happen.

Mad dummy is dumb enough to keep on using the same attack that is hurting him, and he is weak against magic and all monsters can use that so... ya. But why are we comparing it against monsters that isn’t fair!

Mettaton. When you flipped his switch, he infused with his body, making so that you could kill him without magic. That is why MTT NEO is so easy. When he was just a ghost possessing the toaster thing, he had full access to everything on it and wasn’t bound to the batteries on it, so really MTT isn’t the strongest.

Now let’s get on with Asriel Dreemur. Some people argue that he is the strongest because he becomes a literal god within the game, but he only could do that because he had the strength of 7 human souls... but for some reason, everybody forgets that is the most unfair comparison. in order for that to be fair every monster that power. We don’t know how powerful Asriel really is, but I assume less than Toriel and Asgore because they have had more time and practice.

Sans... eh. He is pretty tough but he knows that you keep on coming back and the fact that he doesn’t use different attacks is uh. uh. stupid? nvm but here is another thing. He falls asleep a lot (alot is not a word learn your fucking English), and that is how we killed him so one hit could kill him, and no it isn’t a boost because you are on a genocide you would actually deal that much damage. If he got caught off guard for just a moment they could attack and he would die. sure his attacks are pretty powerful but if he had to use the normal battle system he would only do 1 damage so. Also, he can only hurt you if you are a bad person.

Fucking Undyne wins. I’m not just saying this because of my personal experience either, she can attack you whenever she wants, she is willing to battle, she fucking melted because she was so determined to kill you, she has some of the longest and most complex attacks, and she attacks you the most. She is also the only one to attack you in the overworld. I could go on ranting more and more, but here is her attack and defense.

HP 1500 (Normal & Faux) 23000 (Undying) AT 50 [7] (Normal) 41 [10] (Faux) 99 [12] (Undying) DF 20 [0] (Normal) 21 [10] (Faux) 99 [5] (Undying)

Argue with me and I will bring a point. I’m onto you Underlab!!!

[aundercuzsomeonetookitalready]

The Genocidal Pacifist Route

So, I made a short post earlier on this, and am now making one more in depth to this AU style idea.

Again, it starts out normal. Frisk falls to the Underground and gets attacked by Flowey, but something’s off. Frisk has done a great many Resets, but they can’t remember them at all. They are no longer aware of the power inside them, and in a psychological problem are unable to access these powers either way. Frisk at this point is running low on Determination. They have only the slightest amount left, enough to maintain a healthy soul color, but it is no longer a vibrant red.

Flowey is the first to know Frisk’s memory is gone and finds it hilarious until he realizes Frisk is unable to use their power. He knows what Frisk is capable of, and if they can’t reset themselves back to the beginning, there will be no hope if they go full genocide.

Despite the potential, Frisk had never before completed a Genocide Route. The guilt would get to them, or they’d simply give up.

This is a timeline of the Routes Frisk has done.

Pacifist|You know the part where Flowey is wondering if you did the right thing by sparing everyone and leaving? That’s when they wonder if they could do it all over again, and when Flowey informs them it’s possible, they unconsciously end up resetting.

Part Genocide| They decided to try killing all monsters, but they weren’t strong enough and ended up stopping when Papyrus talks to you at Snowdin. They try to be good from then on, but when the time comes to leave, and they believe they’ve done it, it all resets without them wanting one.

Half Genocide| At this point, they are a bit unstable. They’ve gone full genocide and then ended up stopping after Undyne. Before unconsciously resetting again, they had a mental breakdown full of regret, fear, and confusion.

Pacifist| They don’t know how to make it stop resetting and leave it. They are more off now, though this time they tried being kind to all, and ended up liking the ending so much they didn’t want to leave.

Pacifist| They’re scared. What were they doing wrong? Why couldn’t they keep an ending? They try asking for help from others, but Flowey laughs, other monsters simply try to comfort them and assure them the other timelines were bad dreams. And Sans, well, Sans wouldn’t answer their questions.

No-Mercy| They try a new strategy and decide that distancing yourself is the easiest way to get through. They figure out how to consciously save, load, and reset.

No Mercy| They are barely aware of the difference between monsters now, except that they all are easy to kill and turn to dust. They are able to take control of resets. Flowey simply hangs around, kind of scared at this point, since they no nothing of course BUT the No Mercy runs Frisk has done.

No Mercy| They are very emotionally distant, and are getting the hang of the timelines.

No Mercy| The last route before they try Genocide.

No Mercy| kind of bored, distant, locked away emotions

No Mercy| Stopped after Undyne, regretful, coming back. Starting as well to lose memories of previous timelines

Neutral| Accidently kills Mettaton.  And, they reset back to the beginning.

True Pacifist| thinks it’s over, unstable, is losing control over the resets, can no longer see saves unless they think about it. Can’t remember specific events from other timelines.

True Pacifist| Scared, can’t stop the resets from happening, but they can cause them. Can no longer see save points. Doesn’t remember much from the other timelines except that they happened, and the general summary of what they did.

No Mercy| Thinks maybe it was in the route they chose. They were wrong, and still can’t figure anything out. It doesn’t help they don’t remember the other timelines other than that they happened.

Pacifist| they’ve at this point forgotten how to reset. Knows that something is wrong, but can’t place it. Is having nightmares and flashbacks without knowing what they are.

Neutral| “kills”? Undyne-Confused, scared, just wants everything to stop resetting. Also an accident. They had a flash hallucination of a no-mercy route and ended up hurting Undyne.

Current| Can’t remember the other timelines, had a LOT of nightmares when they were younger, but doesn’t get them anymore. Little by little Frisks’ memory is returning, along with the mental and emotional problems that came with it. Only now that Frisks’ mind is more developed, they are able to handle everything a LOT easier than when they were young. They still don’t know how to reset, or how to stop them from happening, but they hope this time to get some answers as their memory returns.

___

The Route itself is not canon since you can’t stay with Toriel. In any case, again. Frisk stays with Toriel and is VERY clingy when they first fall. They get horrible headaches when around something for the first time, caused by memories that were repressed due to their low DT levels. If they were to begin to gain DT again to the point where their SOUL was as healthy as the day Frisk fell, their memories would be unlocked, so to speak. The ability to reset is HEAVILY influenced by Frisk’s mental state, however. Yes, DT does play a part in this as well, so combined with their HORRIBLE state of mind after so many resets and their unhealthy DT level, Frisk is now unable to reset, load, or even SAVE. therefore, this is a PERMANENT timeline. THe last one.

If it was an actual route in the game, you would have to completely uninstall Undertale, and then reinstall it in order to erase these effects. Another thing is that you have to have to play a certain number of routes in order to allow for this run. Your FUN level needs to be at 0, and a new stat would come into play. TD2

Trans-Dimensional-Determination

Like FUN, this is only able to be seen in the SAVE files themselves. Unlike FUN, this level cannot be edited. The level will stay the same after you close it out, and can only be changed through completing the routes. Actions will affect this level, as well as how many times you reset.

The Original TD2: “85″

Flee: +1

Spare: +4

ACT: +0

ITEM: +0

FIGHT: -1

Every Monster Killed: +5 -3

Boss Monsters Killed: +6 -2

Boss Monsters Spared: +6 -0

Every reset will take away 1 to 10 points from your TD2 until you hit 20. After this, you are unable to reset again, so whatever route you decide to go will be permanent for your game.

This is when you are able to take the Genocidal Pacifist Route and stay with Toriel. There are several puzzles, “quests”, and such along the way as you guide Frisk into growing up. You go to school, learn the language, make friends, and learn new skills as well. Your AGE stat will tell you how old you are and replaces the LV in the menu until you hit 19. Then it switches back to LV, and a human falls underground.

This human has a CORRUPTED SOUL. (link to my post on SOULS) They have already distanced themselves, and one by one begin to dust monsters behind your back. The child lives with you and Toriel for a short while, until you leave the HOME to meet some “friends” that you made, and return to an empty home. 

You will go downstairs to an open door and a pile of dust.

“It’s a pile of monster dust. There’s a small, human sized footprint in it.”

The screen flashes red, and you then go on a journey to track down this child and be the ‘sans’ of this route.

To find the child, you basically have to follow a trail of dust. Horrible, I know. You get four confrontations with the child. Each is a chance to either SPARE or FIGHT.

In the fourth confrontation, however, there is no spare option. Like in Genocide, the child has proven they will not change, and you have no choice left but to FIGHT or Die. How you handle this is up to you.

Well, that’s pretty much the basic storyline of the Route. And also all I have. If you want to hear more about this go ahead and ask me! If you want to write a story or a short just be sure to either tag it GP!Route or Universe, or basically anything you do for it. I honestly would love to see someone take my idea and turn it into something REALLY cool. I wanna make a comic for this too, and I’ve already started a story.

Anyway, have FUN everyone, ciao!