An End to the Nightmare

Long ago, two races ruled over Earth:

Humans and Monsters.

One day, they all dissappeared without a trace.

WeLcOmE tO mY wOrLd! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

Hope wasn't sure what was going on at first, but then she saw it playing out before her eyes. The possibilities of a hundred different timelines, everyone in the Underground's hopes and dreams were all playing out around her. She could see, she could SEE what had been, what was, what would be, in every possible way. This...foul, twisted, cracked being had destroyed everything. All of time and space was compressed into this one moment and she was watching death being played out over and over again to keep her in line. To keep her a slave.

She was watching...her own death. Sans's Gaster Blasters burning into her body as she pitifully whimpered, eyes pleading for Mercy that would never come. Or horribly speared through the chest by the Royal Guards as she tried in vain to run. Starving to death in Snowdin, collapsing in a heap, calling uselessly for help, burning alive in Hotland, screams echoing through the dark recesses as a foolish monster tried in vain to "heal" her with more Lava...

But no, no the worst was Asgore's. She kept seeing that most of all. And the saddest thing was, she wasn't being killed by him. She was just dying right in front of him. Over and over she saw it, struggling to get through the barrier, hands uselessly whacking against it before sliding down, sobbing and crying, her little body giving out as he gently picked her up, looking down at her near-skeletal form. Without food, almost without clothes, nothing but a frail husk that had fought off hunger for one reason and one reason alone: the faint hope of seeing the sun again. Only to be told by the mournful king that you needed a human AND monster soul.

To come so far and fail at the very end, when she'd been so close...that was the cruelest cut of all.

Frisk was surrounded by the absolute abyss of pure darkness. It felt like he was being smothered by the inkyness that enveloped all, shivering slightly in his long-sleeved shirt as he wrapped his arms around himself and cringed. He bit into his lip as he made his way towards a faint, far off familiar golden glow that he was so used to seeing, trying not to be disturbed by the disgusting stench that was wafting through the air. It was so evocative, so very hard to understand. He couldn't quite pin it down. What was going on? Where was...everything? Was he at the palace still, right in front of the barrier? Was he in the Ruins? Had he fallen into another part of the Underground?

But he had a disturbing suspicion the answer was D. None of the above. He had a feeling that this was all that was left.

"Will you continue? Or...or try to restart?"

That same soft voice gently inquiring again. A familiar voice from inside his heart speaking up again. One who'd guided him for so long, telling him everything he'd needed to know about the many monsters he had met upon checking them out.

*Continue or restart?

"I'm going to continue." Frisk insisted softly as he approached the soft golden light off in the distance, and approached it. It was a "SAVE POINT". He'd been using it all through his adventure, the SAVES had provided him with warmth and comfort and above all...a sense of DETERMINATION. He had used them to find the right way forward quite often, and they'd been especially helpful with Undyne. She had come very, very close to killing him and he had come close to almost killing her because he had naively assumed that maybe if he'd just weakened her enough, she'd accept his mercy. After all, that's what the Froggits in the Ruins had said. If you acted a certain way or fought a monster enough, they wouldn't wanna fight anymore.

But it had become clear that sometimes you had to think outside the box to really succeed. And Frisk thanked God that the Save Points gave him a chance to do that.

Besides. He liked the tingle that went up his body when he touched them.

But as he touched this latest one, the tingle was a disturbing shudder as an immense, huge box of white and black popped up in the darkness before him like a pop-up ad, revealing a name, his "Level", and what appeared to be time he'd spent underground, and two simple words.

"THE END".

And then, suddenly, the box began to break. Something was punching through it, causing horrific, bloody red cracks to form in it with every strike as the words began to twist and distort, turning into two simple words:

"File Erased".

And then, with a final strike, it was gone. The box broke apart, Flowey's face smiling in that same disturbingly smug fashion it always did, looking down at Frisk before some static flickered across him. It was as if he was an old television with bad reception, or some kind of living glitch that was manifesting before Frisk's horrified green eyes.

Qiang had almost believed it wasn't possible. But it was happening. It was really happening. She was dying again and again, slain by monsters, surrounded on all sides, jeering and sneering as she struggled to get up, only to be knocked down again.

Sans's hand against her neck had been merciful compared to what these deaths were. The monsters had been unforgiving in this timeline. Without pity she had been killed piecemeal, struggling in vain just to die on her feet, horrific laughter filling the air as a single golden tooth gleamed in the dark maw of a disturbing-looking Sans the Skeleton, his face without a trace of regret...

Yet even that didn't match the quiet, sad ferocity of Asgore. She saw this death above all, as he fought with tooth and nail and yet, somehow, still trying to hold back. Her arm had been severed, her legs were weakened, yet she would not yield as his hands trembled, holding the trident up. Her fist alit with flames, she had shot towards him, determined to end it, yet he was more determined than her, his spear impaling her through the chest again and again and AGAIN.

Even then she'd tried desperately to get back up, his face horrified. "Please, just...don't make this harder, you didn't have to suffer like this. I don't want you to."

"You...you monsters just...hurt...everyone..." Qiang grunted out. "I have to...have to keep everyone safe from you. It's-it's what my family always does."

"And I have to give my people hope." He had quietly said, head bowed as he raised the trident's end up, bringing it down on her head.

"Howdy! It's me, Flowey!" Flowey remarked, his face vibrating slightly, occasionally flickering static as his voice echoed out through the infinite abyss of darkness. "Flowey the Flower!" He laughed, sticking his tongue out and giving Frisk a playful wink.

"What in the world...?" Frisk murmured softly as he beheld this sight, eyes wide in surprise, mouth hanging open.

"I owe you a HUUUUGE thanks." Flowey laughed. "You really did a number on that old fool! Without you, I NEVER coulda gotten past him."

"You're a coward!" Frisk screamed out, shaking his fists as they hung by his side. "You knew you couldn't beat him in a fair fight so you waited until his back was turned and he couldn't fight back! You're nothing but a dirty little coward!"

"Well I guess it runs in the family, now doesn't it?" Flowey giggled, his grin the work of demons. He was happy, he was sick, he was like some disgusting little thing that God had stuck under a rock and was trying to crawl out again.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Frisk said with a glower, Flowey just laughing.

Neil had managed to make his way past the monsters with some effort thanks to his unique abilities. But time and time again, it was clear he could not beat Asgore. He always, always fell to him.

Time and time again, the trident speared him through his chest or stomach. Time and time again, he was sent flying, his body cracking against the walls, sliding down in a broken heap. Time and time again, his frame was burnt alive by fire, his screams echoing through the palace as Asgore collapsed onto his knees, covering his face in shame.

And time and time again, Neil would approach Asgore, uttering the same type of phrase.

"You've killed me once before, you know."

And thus Asgore would nod sadly.

"You've killed me three times before."

And Asgore nodded grievously.

"...Asgore, you've killed me ten times before."

...and Asgore nodded pitifully.

"It really does run in the family, that's for sure. We're not too different, really. Not when you get right down to it. I mean I saw your fight against Mettaton and Asgore. Saw all your fights!" Flowey went on, laughing a little.

"So you WERE following me." Frisk murmured softly. He had been so sure he'd seen Flowey out of the corner of his eye, far, far off in the distance, following after him. Now he knew it hadn't just been his imagination.

"When you WANT to, ohhh, you turn into a combat beast! Ol' "Fluffybuns" never saw it coming. He couldn't imagine you'd actually beat him! None of the other kids ever would! Or could." Flowey said, his face beginning to melt and twist and shift, now turning into an imitation of Asgore's cheery face. "But now, thanks to you..."

The face became a twisted and cracked bearded skull. "He's DEAD."

Christa had to see her own death continuously as Undyne's spears found their mark, her pleas for pity falling on deaf ears. Not that Undyne really had ears. But what had been more horrifying were the laboratory deaths.

Time and again she'd seen it, horrific accidents claiming her as she worked alongside Sans and Alphys and Gaster, her body incinerated in fiery explosions, or impaled by laboratory equipment, one her body scattered across time and space, leaving her soul behind in the horrified hands of Gaster as he and the others stared in shock.

Though even those were merciful compared to the experimentations. At times the scientists would be cruel, strapping her in, testing her, seeking ways to remove her soul and succeeding again and again. Acting without compassion, without morals...

"Well, I suppose that's not true." The quiet, obscured face of Gaster remarked softly as he turned away from her, having drawn a red "X" over her heart with a marker, readying a scalpel as he shook his head back and forth. His head was a pulsating, burning mass of white flame, his expression impossible to see as he slowly turned back. "...I just don't really get much use out of them. I can't allow myself to. When you commit a Level of Violence like I have, you have no choice anymore. You can't go back."

Yet this wasn't the death she saw most of all. The one that kept appearing most strongly was Asgore as he quietly knelt by her, looking deep into her eyes, past her cloudy glasses. "I'm truly grateful for all you tried to do for my people." He would tell her again and again, drawing her into a soft embrace. "Truly, I am. And I'm truly sorry for this."

And again and again, her neck would be snapped. Someone had to be punished for the accident at the labs, for the destruction of the machine. For the failure of Hope. And she, who'd been living on borrowed time, would always be blamed, Christa seeing his pained face burning into her memory...

Frisk felt tears momentarily spring to his eyes, Asgore's pained, horrified face still lingering in his mind, his monstrous death still burned into his memory as Flowey's face become a disgusting sneering grin. "And I'VE got the human souls!" He proclaimed, laughing sadistically. "I'VE got all the power! All of time and space is mine to command! There's only you...me...and my little batteries." Flowey remarked with that awful sneer.

"Let...them...go..." Frisk said through gritted teeth.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-let them go?! Are you kidding me?" Flowey laughed. "And why would I do that when I feel like this?! Boy, I've been empty for so long. It feels GREAT to have a soul inside me again!"

Anthony didn't understand why they kept hurting him.

Undyne kept screaming in his face as he slid down her spear, Anthony struggling in vain to break free. He wasn't Chara. Why should he have to answer for what she'd done? Why did she hate him so much?

But even that hadn't been as bad as facing Asgore. The scene kept playing out in front of his eyes. It had been heartbreaking to hear him explain what had happened to Chara...and then to poor little Asriel.

The two had sat in the garden for a long, long time, neither saying a word, just looking at the golden flowers around them as guilt had sank deep into Anthony. He could feel nothing but regret over not getting down there sooner, regret over what the monsters had endured. His heart had broken upon hearing of Asgore's tale, and he had been unable to bring himself to even fight him.

"I can't do it. I just can't."

"After everything the other monsters have done to you, you'd rather stay down here and suffer than live happily on the surface?" Asgore had asked, tears filling his eyes as he gently embraced him. "Human, I-I promise you, for as long as you remain, my wife and I will take care of you."

Anthony had wanted to stay in that soft embrace forever. He didn't want to let go. It felt so natural, so RIGHT. But...

"No." Anthony had finally said, quietly pushing Asgore back, shaking his head as he stood up. "That's just a fantasy, isn't it? I know that when you look at me, you're reminded of the human that fell long ago. You see Chara."

"Yes, you have the same feeling of hope in your eyes." Asgore admitted gently, Anthony hanging his head.

"I know about the ancient prophecy your people have. That one day a savior will come from the Heavens. That they'll save you all. I..." Anthony held his head in one hand. "...I don't think I'm that savior. But I believe somewhere, in the world outside, there must be a way to free you from your prison. That someone will come who'll do what I can't. What...what my sister couldn't do."

He stepped back from Asgore, and held up the knife he'd brought with him from Toriel's home, Asgore gasping in shock as he saw the tears coming to Anthony's soft eyes.

"I...oh God. I..." Anthony whispered. "I hate giving you this responsibility, but take my soul and seek the truth." He admitted, stabbing the knife into his chest. Harsh and hard, collapsing backwards as Asgore raced forward, Anthony feeling his soft hands gently lifting him up as he quietly and sadly laughed. "Ha-ha-ha...I'm...I'm sorry...I couldn't give you a simple, happy ending...but I believe your freedom...is what my sister would have wanted."

The knife in the chest didn't hurt. No.

Asgore's face was what truly broke his heart.

"You...you..." Frisk growled as he looked up at Flowey's monstrous face as it licked its lips, eyes slightly closing as it concentrated on its "contents".

"Mmmmmmm. I can feel them wriggling..." Flowey whispered in a way that was almost erotic, Frisk shuddering in disgust as Flowey looked down at him, chuckling a bit.

"Awww, you're feelin' left out, aren't you?" He inquired. "Well that's just perfect! After all I only have six souls! I still need one more..."

His voice now boomed, loud and horrifying, echoing through the dark abyssal emptiness around Frisk as his face became that disgusting, fanged, leering face that Frisk hated so much, eyes dark and soulless despite his claims.

"BeFoRe I bEcOmE GOD!"

"If I had a wood chipper, I swear to the ACTUAL God I'd feed you through it..." Frisk said. "You're making me really wanna go against my promise to not kill anyone!" He yelled out, shaking his fist at Flowey. "And you don't scare me!"

"Oh, I don't? Well I think I can change that." Flowey remarked with that sneering grin on his face. "For with my newfound powers...monsters."

Pop! The sweet face of Toriel now on display. "Humans!"

Pop! Now Frisk's own features staring back at him on Flowey's visage.

"EvErYoNe!" three circling, screaming mouths going around and around and around, laughter ringing through the air before Flowey's face turned into a dark, twisted Smiley Face that mockingly stared down at him. "I'Ll ShOw ThEm AlL tHe REAL mEaNiNg Of ThIs WoRlD!" Flowey roared, sadistically cackling. "Oh, and you can forget about escaping to your old save file. BECAUSE IT'S GONE FOREEEEVEEERRR."

Frisk's mouth became a taut line. He clenched his fists tightly. He could feel the heavy weight of that thing in his pocket, the locket against his chest almost pulsating like a real heart.

"I wish I could feel more regret over this. I truly do."

Bonnie hung her head. She was wrapped in chains, head bowed, Asgore now standing tall before her. She had seen this play out a thousand times in a thousand different ways. Every time always the same. Judgment in one way or another.

This was the most common...she was now in the presence of hundreds of monsters as they glared at her from behind, Sans quietly staring, his hoodie almost completely covering his face as Asgore held his trident up and cleared his throat.

"You have been accused of causing the deaths of over 13 monsters because of this disgusting thing." He said, taking out her pistol and tossing it in front of her as she looked down at it, her cowboy hat having flopped off after she'd been tossed to the flowery ground by a coldly-glaring Undyne. "All of them have fallen down, tragically taken from us too soon."

"Will we be getting their dust back?" Snowdrake's father quietly asked in the back, his cheeks lined with tears as Asgore held a hand up.

"I will call the royal scientist after this. How do you plead, human? Have you nothing at all to say in your defense?"

Bonnie knew what was going to happen. She had seen it ten thousand times. It was playing out in front of her like a bad movie. And she always said the same sad, resigned line.

"I'm sorry for what I am."

That made Asgore flinch and she saw the facade of authority collapse in his eyes. He looked disgusted with himself as Bonnie hung his head.

"I'd like to say Jesus has forgiven me. But I don't buy that either. Go ahead. Justice has to be done, right?"

Asgore's hands quivered a bit as he raised the trident up.

"I'm so sorry, Frisk." Bonnie's voice faintly whispered before he brought it.

"Aw, but don't you worry!" Flowey cheerily intoned, giving Frisk a wink. "Your old friend Flowey has worked out a replacement for you!"

Frisk pouted a little. "Oh, aren't you nice? And what's that?"

"I'LL SAVE OVER YOUR OWN DEATH!" Flowey howled sadistically, his eyes like burning floodlights scorching over Frisk's soul, his mouth fanged and ravenous, a tongue sticking out that twitched eagerly, his voice distorted and sadistic as his jaws opened wider and wider with every sentence. "SO YOU CAN WATCH ME TEAR YOU INTO BLOODY PIECES. OVER...AND OVER! AND OVER!"

Frisk took a step forward, the knife held up high. A rather normal gardening knife.

...made for cutting through weeds.

"What? You..." Flowey blinked slightly. "Do you really think you can stop ME?"

"Yeah." Frisk spoke quietly, his voice filled with DETERMINATION as he tightly clasped the knife in both hands and held it before him. "I do. Time for me to do some WEEDING!"

"Hee hee hee hee hee..." Flowey giggled, shaking his head back and forth. "...you really ARE an idiot."

With that, Frisk's soul, vibrantly blazing red, hovered before him as he saw the six souls circled around where Flowey's head had been, and he could faintly see their spirits, all pained and struggling and screaming and sobbing as he grit his teeth and beheld the horror that was leeching off of them like the overgrown weed it was.

Frisk had not had the best time at the orphanage despite Father Michael's best efforts, mostly because he was so unusual. He didn't see the world the way other people did. He liked strange, weird things. He had sat through donated film after donated film, listened to some damn strange music, all because, to be honest, you didn't often donate stuff you LIKED to charities. You donated stuff you didn't really want or need. So Frisk had ended up watching some really freakish anime, really weird films, including incredibly strange creature features at Halloween, along with some REMARKABLY disturbing ones.

But one film he'd gotten to see without anyone else knowing had been "The Shining". The adults running the church's orphanage, with the exception of his mother, had all been having a little Halloween party while Bonnie tucked the kids in. But Frisk had soon snuck out of bed, eager to see what they were watching. He had, to this day, wished he hadn't, for he'd caught the last half hour of the film, the most disturbing parts of the film. The bathroom scene, redrum, an axe to the head, blood, blood, BLOOD, and that horrifying, frozen, terrible face of Jack Nicholson having perished overnight in a hedge maze. Frozen to death, his face had burned itself into Frisk's mind and he'd been unable to get that image out of his head.

That face had been downright scary to Frisk. The most terrifying face he'd ever seen. Because it had felt REAL.

...and even that horrific mug...had NOTHING on what was leering at him now.

It was some kind of plant, he could tell that much. Thick and muscular arms of many vines twirling together to form powerful clawed arms as the world around him flashed red light like blood, even more thick, spiked vines curling and uncurling from behind this THING that now faced him. Disgusting-looking pipes were connected to an enormous television screen that sat high above a twisted, split-open face with two fanged jaws that faintly resembled mandibles of an insect, and had large flaring nostrils.

Before him was a nightmare with four sets of eyes, two in that fleshy, fanged, split-open face, bloodshot and horrifying with pupils that were tiny pinpricks, another pair of eyes resting within twisting pipes that curled around the face and the screen in the shape of flower petals. Yes, it was like some enormous mockery of a flower, with a leering face split across the white screen of the television.

Two tiny slits for eyes popped up over a wide mouth before they opened wider, the eyes now a disgusting red color with sickening green pupils that were such a unique shade it made Frisk think of vomit, and a monstrous, unnautral laugh echoed through the air as the boy readied his knife, the mouth on the screen and the face resting under it laughing, high, cold and cruel.

"You...don't scare me." Frisk whispered.

"LeT's SeE iF i CaN cHaNgE tHAt!" "Omega Flowey" proclaimed.

The eyes within the rings flashed vibrantly, as burning white stars shot forth like shurikens towards Frisk, who ducked and weaved, cringing as a few nipped at his arms and legs. He ignored the burning sensations that rose, and desperately tried to ignore the horrific pulsating of the pipes in the back of this...THING. And he desperately tried to ignore the face.

Ohhh. The face. That mocking human face on the screen, all in black and white with a faint sneer on its face sometimes, other times mouth agape as if it yearned to swallow him up, appearing faintly...feminine. It looked like it was laughing psychotically as Frisk rolled away from the continuous burst of stars shooting at him, but even those weren't as bad as what came next.

The vines.

Thick and spiky and harsh, they shot out from Omega Flowey's form with the speed of a freigh train, KRAKKA-KRAKK-KRAKK's ringing through the air like machine gun fire as Frisk bolted across the blackness in a desperate attempt to escape, the eyes on that disgusting bisected face turning into tiny red dots before it too launched waves and waves of burning stars his way.

Worst of all though, Frisk realized to himself as he ducked to avoid the sweeping vines, was the smell. That rancid, foul stench that was burning into his nostrils. It smelled as though someone had tossed a bunch of bodies into a swamp and just left them to rot, and now nature was foolishly trying to cover up the scent with every bit of overgrowth it could lay on, but it was only making them smell ten times worse.

Frisk wasn't afraid. He'd not taken any joy in fighting Asgore. But Flowey had to be stopped. They had to. He leapt through the air as the eyes kept flashing, sending more waves of stars at him, and he sliced.

"OW." Flowey's distorted voice rang out, the enormous monster shaking. The attack had done two things.

Jack and shit. And jack left town.

"NOTHING?!" Frisk gasped aloud. No, not nothing. He had a feeling it did some damage.

Precisely ONE...damage. That was it. Frisk cringed as he avoided another sweep of the thing's vines as it sadistically cackled, its screen-face mocking howling at him.

"LoOkS aS tHoUgH tHiNgS aRe HeAtInG uP fOr YoU!" Omega Flowey roared as two immense flamethrowers popped out from the "armpits" of the beast, one on the left, then on the right, then the one of the left again as Frisk rolled away, feeling the burning on his back as he panted and heaved, wiping his brow as the television screen displayed a gigantic red "WARNING" sign with yellow letters and...

A soul. The aquamarine soul was there, one of the rings turning the same color as Frisk realized Flowey was using Hope's soul against him. He gulped as all the world turned staticky around him for a moment, and then he was surrounded by knives. Knives, knives, knives on all sides, circling around and around in a twisted pattern as Frisk spun and twirled about, flinching as one cut into his side briefly, taking in a deep, pained breath. He had to do something. He had to ACT. Somehow.

"HOPE!" He yelled out. "Please! If you can hear me!? HELP!"

*You called for help...

For a moment, there was nothing, the knives kept spinning around as Frisk began to anxiously look about, eyes darting left and right. But then...

Salvation. All of the knives turned into little familiar green bandaids with a cute little heart on the front, just like his favorite brand. They engulfed him gently, absorbing into his body as he felt his wounds heal, his clothes become patched up, his Soul swelling as he heard the voice of an African American child.

"Please, hold on. We're doing all we can."

The band-aids faded away then, as the image of Omega Flowey shot back onto the battlefield, the "face" on the screen giving out an annoyed growl. "WhAt?! YoU'vE bArElY a ScRaTcH!"

"What do you say we CUT to the chase?" Frisk remarked, leaping through the air again and slicing at the face. The beast quivered again, but Frisk knew he was using the knife equivalent of a peashooter. It wasn't doing much. Omega Flowey just snarled as enormous, cheery, Flowey-Face-Stamped bombs popped up, descending down all around Frisk as he bolted for his life, panting and heaving, running around and around. Omega Flowey laughed as Frisk kept running for his life to escape the massive explosions, one of them sending him flying through the inky abyss, landing flat on his face as he groaned and rubbed it in pain.

"HuMaNs HaVe SuCh WoNdErFuL tOyS fOr WaR!" Omega Flowey announced. "MaYbE a NuKe Or TwO wIlL mAkE yOu SeE hOw MuCh We AlL dEsErVe To DiE!"

Frisk flinched. That disturbing misanthropic attitude, that was...odd. Flowey had come off as a lot of things. But he had never come off as someone who hated the world. He wanted to control it as the "Prince of this World's Future" and all that stupid stuff. And he certainly didn't seem to think of himself as human, what was going on?

But he didn't have time to think a lot about it. He had to race away from oncoming vines as they swept towards him, and then-

"What in the?!" Frisk yelled out, mouth agape as finger guns pointed right at him from all sides and fired off severed fingers with cheery little Flowey faces at the end like bullets right at his tiny frame. They barreled towards him, one knocking him clear onto his back as he gasped, agony shooting through him as he rolled away from another one, Frisk glowering up at Omega Flowey.

"Here's a finger for you!" He yelled out, flipping the gigantic being off as another ring glowed and a new Soul manifested on the screen. The orange soul was there, and now Frisk was surrounded by gigantic hands with large holesin them-

Frisk shuddered. The hands moved in a circular pattern, a chilling tune echoing through the air, and he could swear he felt something weighing on the back of his neck as he heard the Riverperson's words echoing through him.

"Beware the Man Who Speaks In Hands..."

"Someone...help me..." Frisk whispered pitifully, covering his head, the hands moving in closer, closer-

And then they changed, giving off cheery little "thumbs up" as he heard the voice of an Asian American girl.

"You have to stay strong. Don't let him get to you. You have to resist."

And somehow, Frisk wasn't sure how, but...he had a feeling she wasn't merely talking to him. He felt the pressure on his back fade as the hands embraced him, and the soft bathing glow of healing pulsed through him.

He had a feeling he could do this. He really did. The souls wanted to help. Even as he faced Omega Flowey's starry onslaught again, he wasn't afraid, and expertly wove through waves of stars, slashing at Omega Flowey again with his knife. "You don't scare me! You're just a sad little thing in a hole in the ground who can only feel power by hurting others!"

"Oh ReAlLy? WeLl GuEsS wHaT? I'VE GOT AAAAALL THE POWER!" Omega Flowey snarled back, deciding to almost immediately switch to using the next soul, the blue soul as Frisk braced himself.

Now stars kept him boxed in like a prisoner along a long line as ballet shoes rose up and down, up and down like a kind of trap you'd see in an Indiana Jones film. He carefully moved forward as best he could, avoiding their stomps as they threatened to come down and crush him, clenching his fists tightly. "I know you're out there! Help me!" He called out into the darkness. "NEIL!"

"My name was Neil Elliot." A voice rang back, a young voice of someone who was so sad, as the ballet shoes lifted and the stars became soft, gentle green musical notes. "I had the music in me. Don't let go...cuz you've got the music in YOU."

The warm embrace of healing magic, and Frisk was facing Omega Flowey again, who's screen-face was now visibly even more angered. Deciding to try an "oldie but a goodie", Frisk could see a faint glowing golden line form around him and he bolted out of it, just in time to avoid enormous "friendliness pellets" that almost slammed into him. Ring after ring popped up about Frisk's body and he dived out of the way again and again, twisting his form to avoid the sweeping bullets.

"BiGgEr Is BeTtEr!" Omega Flowey mockingly remarked, Frisk sticking his tongue out at him before one of Omega Flowey's "hands" clenched, the thick clawed arm now forming a gigantic venus fly-trap mouth that Frisk jumped away from. He then turned around, seeing hordes of flies shooting towards him and the snapping venus fly-trap mouth and he ducked into a ball, the flies barely missing him. The horde swept over Frisk's body, each one of the flies being gobbled up as another fly trap mouth opened on the OTHER side, Frisk now twisting and twirling to avoid the horde of pests.

Not content with that, Flowey kept launching more waves of stars at him. "StAnD sTiLl!" He roared out.

"Nope." Frisk remarked right back. "I like being alive."

"DeAd iS BeTtEr!" Omega Flowey crowed out as Frisk saw him using another soul. Now it was the purple soul, and Frisk was trapped on all sides by immense, steely notebooks that opened up as immense words shot towards Frisk, trying to slam into him and crush his tiny body.

Frisk carefully weaved about, Omega Flowey's voice ringing through the air. "YOU DO NOT STAND A CHANCE. YOU'RE NOT TURNING THE TIDE. YOU'RE BARELY HOLDING ON." He insisted loudly as words like "Despair" and "Fear" and "Murder" swept all around Frisk. "YoU wIlL dIe HeRe!"

"Help me." Frisk whispered, biting his lip. "Please, help me like the others did."

And then the words changed. Relief. Hope. Protect. Mercy. Dreams.

"Keep calm and carry on. You KNOW...you can do this." A girl's voice told him softly in his mind as Frisk now faced Omega Flowey's ugly mug, avoiding more vines that surged towards him.

"You won't win, Flowey! Don't you understand that even now? You're the BAD GUY, and the bad guys don't win."

"HOW CUTE THAT YOU THINK THAT!" Omega Flowey's voice chortled, its face mockingly staring down at him. "YES, AIN'T THAT CUTE. BUT IT'S WRONG. EVIL OFTEN WINS OVER WHAT YOU CALL "GOOD" BECAUSE IT DESIRES TO WIN SO MUCH MORE. AFTER ALL. LOOK AT US. WE'RE THE EVIL ONES. AND WE'RE GOING TO GET WHAT WE DESERVE!"

"What're you TALKING about?" Frisk yelled back, ducking to avoid some more waves of stars, rolling out of the way as he panted and heaved. He was getting kinda tired avoiding all of these...

"PEOPLE LIKE US ARE SCUM. ALL OF US ARE SCUM. I'M ENDING ALL OF IT. STARTING WITH YOU NOW CURL UP IN A BALL AND DIE SO I DON'T HAVE TO LOOK YOU IN THE EYE WHEN I KILL YOU!"

Frisk frowned. What was going on with Flowey? It was almost like he had some kind of split personality.

...did he? Frisk flinched as he ducked, more hordes of flies swarming around him as he stared up into Omega Flowey's monstrous face.

"...I feel sorry for you." He finally said. "You're so powerful and big and all you know how to do is hurt people. You don't know anything about love. About friendship. You just seem sad to me."

"OH, YOU WANT US TO FROLICK IN THE FIELDS OF FRIENDSHIP AND FAMILY? WELL THEN HOW ABOUT A LITTLE BARBECUE? NOTHING LIKE FOOD TO BRING A FAMILY TOGETHER." Omega Flowey remarked. "AND I'M GONNA PUT YOU ON A SPIT AND ROAST YOU!"

With that, the Green Soul was displayed on the "Warning" screen as gigantic frying pans hovered high above Frisk, and he raced around, panting and heavnig. It was like being shoved into a sauna, waves of fire were descending down from above as Frisk cringed, bolting about, trying not to get burnt alive. It was almost like Toriel and Asgore all over again!

"Come on, help me out here!" Frisk muttered out. "Please?"

And then the fireballs quivered and shook and with a POP, they turned into eggs, Frisk smiling warmly as they flopped onto him, his body absorbing them as he licked his lips, feeling the delightful taste of eggs on his tongue as a gentle voice spoke.

"Forgive her, Frisk. She knows not what she does. But you'll know what to do. And what NOT to do."

A few moments later, they vanished, the face on the screen now showing signs of being really, really FURIOUS. Gritting teeth, eyes sunken and cold, Omega Flowey let out a hateful roar as...THINGS sprung from its body like leafy worms with human mouths that chomped and gnashed their teeth. They bounced about, Frisk taking off across the inky blackness to avoid their surging forms as he cringed, barely avoiding one of them as it came inches from slamming into him.

More and more waves of stars swept towards him, but Frisk jumped up again, slicing at Omega Flowey as he let out another "OW". Frisk couldn't be too sure, but he had a feeling Omega Flowey had actually genuinely felt that one, and a renewed sense of confidence was rising in him. Even as the finger guns shot at him, Frisk wasn't scared.

But then the yellow soul came up and Frisk felt a cold icicle shoot into his heart. Now a REAL gun hovered in the air, a big red crosshairs aiming at him. He was blown back by an enormous bullet, and panted and heaved as some blood dribbled out of his mouth. Wiping it off his lips and ignoring the horrific pain that was stabbing into his body, he ran as fast as he could as the gun kept firing and firing.

He's using my mother's soul, Frisk kept thinking. He's using my mother's soul, he's USING MY MOTHER'S SOUL.

More crack of gunfire echoing through the darkness, his fists clenching tightly, almost enough to draw blood...

"Mom. HELP." Frisk grunted out, feeling a real sense of anger rise in him that he'd so rarely felt before.

And then...

Something else struck him. A gigantic, soothing four-leafed clover popped out of the gun, and Frisk was bathed in its tender light. The waves of healing clovers surged into him over and over as he heard her voice, and a smile came to his face.

"Oh, Frisk. I wish y'all had been with me when I was younger. Ya coulda solved my family's feud in half an hour, most like."

And then, there they all were. All of the souls hovering around him, their spectral forms visible and smiling at him as they spoke comfortingly, one by one.

"You were careful and cautious. You knew when the best course of action was to not do anything at all, but wait for others to understand. Wisdom came from PATIENCE." Hope spoke.

"You knew when to face danger head on. It's okay to be afraid. Facing up to what you're afraid of anyhow like you did? That shows real BRAVERY." Qiang said with a big ol' grin.

"Who are you in the dark? When nobody is watching and no one knows what you're doing? If you choose to do the right thing in the end, even when you don't have to, well...that's what it's all about. You showed INTEGRITY." Neil admitted.

"Even when you felt trapped and afraid, you kept moving forward. You understood the big picture and played it smart. You're a man after my own heart, Frisk. Cuz that shows PERSEVERANCE." Christa complimented him.

"It can be hard to be gentle and show mercy when almost everyone around you wants you dead. The merciful route is harder, but nothing worthwhile in life is easy. You knew that opening your heart and letting love in was the right choice. Your heart is filled with KINDNESS." Anthony said as he warmly smiled at Frisk.

"Frisk...you understand what's right and what's wrong better than I ever did. You saw things from all sides. You made the right choices that were fair to everyone. You treated everyone equally, and even when you had to fight, you knew to never take it to far. You understood that Vengeance...isn't JUSTICE." Bonnie whispered. "We couldn't be prouder of you. I couldn't be prouder of you."

"We believe in you." They all said at once. "You can do this."

"Come here." Frisk said, arms wide open. "I'm gonna hug the HELL outta you." He told them all as he felt their embrace all around him, and their soft, tender glow bathed over his form.

PATIENCE. BRAVERY. . KINDNESS. JUSTICE.

...DETERMINATION.

And with that, he knew. He KNEW he could win.

*Flowey's DEFENSE dropped to 0!

Frisk shot forward at Omega Flowey and he sliced with his weapon. With a SHA-SHUNK it slid down the face as a much louder, pained, agonizing yell echoed through the air, Omega Flowey howling in pain as Frisk leapt away, seeing the swarm of stars shooting towards him. Yet...they seemed to be going slower. No, it wasn't that.

HE was going faster. He was much more powerful, more faster, so much so that Omega Flowey's attacks now were piddling in comparison to him!

He easily ducked the stars, a broad smile on his face, and Frisk swung the knife again, leaping to the side as vines shot towards him. "Oooh. Too slow. Sorry, Flowey, but this time, things are gonna be different!" He called out.

Twisting his body to avoid another sweep of the vines, Frisk shot towards Flowey's arm, and sliced into it. Omega Flowey growled darkly, the bombs manifesting above Frisk as Frisk hopped, skipped and leaped about, the tender, tingling bathing light of band aids and eggs and stars occasionally swelling in his soul. He could feel it, the Souls were keeping him strong, reaching out from inside Omega Flowey, helping him succeed.

With a high leap, he avoided another strike from Flowey's vines, and soon he spun through the air, slicing across Flowey's face again. The screen-face let out horrified roars, as hordes of flies swept out combined with finger guns, Frisk cringing as one knocked him off his balance, sending him spiraling around before he felt a gigantic Thumbs Up Glove gently knock into him, his wounds healing as he twirled his knife.

No, he wasn't afraid. He could do this.

He sliced and cut and slashed, the screen face howling with every strike as he avoided the waves and waves of stars, ducked under the vines, twisted his body out of the way of the oncoming flies, dipped away to avoid the friendliness pellets, and bolted from the bombs and gigantic plant worms. Slowly but surely, he was winning. And he knew Omega Flowey knew it, the horrific being's screams becoming more and more distorted as Frisk kept doing worse and worse damage.

And then, with one final slice, all the attacks stopped. The television screen shuddered and quaked, and the face upon it howled in agony, Omega Flowey snarling in furious denial.

"No! NO! This can't be happening!" He screeched. "You...YOU..."

Frisk grinned. "It's over, Flowey."

And then it happened. Suddenly Frisk felt a dark chill stab its way into him as a shit-eating cartoony grin popped up on the screen, and he knew, he KNEW all of the damage had been undone, as gigantic yellow letters read out the words "FILE 3 LOADED."

"You IDIOT." Flowey remarked in his biggest "trolling" voice as Frisk gaped, mouth hanging open, eyes wide in surprise.

"But...but...oh, SONOFA-" Frisk groaned before suddenly the bisected mouth split open with a pulsating beam of bluish/white energy, surging into Frisk's form as he let out a scream. It was like being struck by a freight train and for a moment he thought he was going to die but then he was back again, and-

"FILE 3 LOADED."

Vines piercing through his chest, blood oozing out from his mouth, Omega Flowey's horrific white face on the screen laughing and laughing...

"FILE 3 LOADED."

The beam barreling into him once more.

"FILE 3 LOADED."

The vines shooting through his stomach.

"FILE 3 LOADED."

"FILE 3 LOADED."

"FILE 3 LOADED."

"FILE 3 LOADED."

Death after death again and again before finally Frisk, barely breathing, was plopped onto the inky blackness, Omega Flowey's grin the work of demons as he cackled insanely, sneering down at the tiny form of Frisk, "friendliness pellets" surrounding a trapped child who couldn't escape and was moments from death.

Deja Vu.

"Hee hee hee. Did you REALLY think...you could defeat ME?" Omega Flowey asked. "I'm Master of Time and Space now! Your desires don't override mine anymore! I control all the SAVE files for I? I am the GOD of this world. And YOU? You're HOPELESS." He intoned, that horrific leering human face staring down with sunken, abyssal eyes before fading into darkness. "Hopeless and alone..."

"I'm...n-not..." Frisk grunted out, managing to get to his feet. "And...n-not...scared of...you..." He managed to whimper. "Cuz...I've got my friends...behind me."

"GOLLY, that's right! Almost forgot." Omega Flowey remarked, his face showing mocking confusion on the screen. "But I got bad news for you. Your worthless friends can't do anything to help you now!"

Frisk bit his lip, Flowey's "normal" face appearing on the screen as he chuckled in a low, dangerous tone. "Go on. Cry for help. I dare you. Call out into the darkness!" He proclaimed, his visage morphing into a mockery of Toriel's face. "Oh Mommy, Daddy, SOMEBODY! HELP! It huuuuurts!"

A snarling sneer. "SEE WHAT GOOD IT DOES YOU." Flowey hissed out, his tone oddly...personal...as Frisk clenched his fists and concentrated.

"GUYS! HELP! PLEASE!" He cried out.

*You called for Help...

...

...

...

...but nobody came.

"Ohhh, that's a darn shame right there." Flowey said in a faux-apologetic tone. "Guess that means that nobody else..."

That same sadistic grin. "WiLl GeT tO sEe YoU dIe!"

And then, that horrific laughter rang through the air as the friendliness pellets surged out, and then slowly made their way towards Frisk to crush him, Frisk biting his lip, one hand clasped around the knife...the other around the locket as he waited.

And then...

WOOSH. That comforting, balmy glow of greenish healing magic bathing over him just as he was struck by "bullets".

...deja vu.

"Wh-what?' Omega Flowey's gigantic white face remarked, looking momentarily stunned. "H-how did you? Well I'll just boot up my save file-"

"LOAD FAILED."

Flowey couldn't believe it. Now visible beads of sweat were popping out on his face as Frisk suddenly realized that it wasn't over yet. "Wh-what the-where are my powers?!" Omega Flowey cried out. "What did you do?!"

"Oh, it's not what I did." Frisk said as a smile spread across his face.

And with that, there they were, hovering around Omega Flowey as more sweat popped out on his terrified face. "The souls...? What are they doing?"

He soon found out. Frisk was bathed over in rainbow light, Omega Flowey's body shaking and shuddering, being ripped open from the inside by the light that cascaded down onto Frisk. Frisk stepped back, eyes wide with fascination as Omega Flowey was assaulted by the power of the Souls as they spun around and around him, assaulting the horrific being over and over, the human face on the screen wailing in pure agony. "NO! NOOOO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO OBEY ME!"

The world around Frisk began to get brighter and brighter and he closed his eyes, shielding himself, two voices screaming out in unison, one female, one male...

"STOP! STOP IT! STOOOOOOOOOP!"

...

...

...

...a cold wind blew and now a cut-up, barely-standing, drooping-over Flowey laid before Frisk, as he thought he faintly saw the last remnants of something dark and red and bloody dissolving away around him. Frisk held the knife up slightly in one hand...before pocketing it, shaking his head back and forth as he looked down at Flowey. He knew things were fixed. It was over.

"...I just feel sorry for you." Frisk finally said. "For how smart you say you are, you don't understand right and wrong."

"What're you doing, human? Do you really think I've learned anything from this?" Flowey asked, glancing up at Frisk before bowing his head again. "...no."

Frisk just stared down at him, sighing as he folded his arms across his chest. "...killing people is wrong."

"Sparing me won't change anything. Killing me is the only way to end this." Flowey said, glancing back up at Frisk.

"No." Frisk said, shaking his head.

"If you let me live..." Flowey growled out, slowly raising his beaten, sliced and battered head up. "I'll just come back."

But Frisk just shook his head.

"I'll kill you." Flowey said with a disgusting-looking smile.

But Frisk just shook his head.

"I'll kill everyone!" Flowey said, a faintly hysterical edge to his eyes.

But Frisk just shook his head.

"I'll kill everyone you love!" Flowey laughed, his voice high pitched and twisted, mouth agape with fangs...

...but Frisk...

Just shook his head.

"...why?" Flowey asked, his face faltering, becoming angry. "WHY? Why are you being..."

And now his face began to break, and Frisk saw something on Flowey that he'd never, ever seen before.

Tears. Tears brimming in his tiny eyes, his voice becoming quieter, more pained.

"So NICE to me?"

"I'm sorry." Frisk said sadly, looking mournfully down at Flowey. "...you know...I dunno why you do the things you do. But I think maybe if I'd met you a bit earlier...we could have been friends." He murmured as Flowey's form began to shake, the tears coming freely to his eyes.

"I can't understand..."

"Flowey..." Frisk said, getting onto one knee, trying to reach out to comfort Flowey as the monster-like flower reeled back, tears trickling down his white cheeks.

"I can't understand!"

"...Flowey..." Frisk tried to say, Flowey shaking his head back and forth.

"I just...can't...understand..." Flowey whispered.

And with that, Flowey sank into the grass, leaving Frisk alone with the exit from the ruins. The half Asian, half American, brown-haired youth stood up, green eyes glancing at where Flowey had vanished, then at the barrier. He knew he could get through now. The fight had cleared the way somehow, the Souls had done their work, and now he could go back home.

He bit his lip though, feeling someone stepping away from him and he turned, faintly seeing a slightly creepy, slightly cracked...yet still tender smile gazing back at him.

"Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today,

I wish, I wish he'd go away..." He sang out.

"I guess you can't come with?"

A sad shake of the head. Monsters couldn't pass through the barrier. This was Frisk's journey. Frisk's story. Well...him and...

A small smile.

"Why did you help me?" Frisk quietly inquired.

"I'm holding on to what I haven't got." The man who spoke in hands said, quietly nodding before he faded away, and Frisk turned, heading out the purple exit of the ruins...standing and gaping in shock at who was waiting outside.

...

...

...

...riiiiing! riiiiiing!

"heya. is anyone there? well, just calling to say that you made a snowman really, REALLY happy...guess I should say something else."

Sans laid back in his chair at the palace, the warm glow of the judgment hall bathing over him as he held the phone to his "ear" and smiled as he closed his eyes.

"so...it's been a while. the queen returned and is now ruling over the underground. she enstated a new policy. all the humans who fall here will be treated not as enemies, but as friends!" He commented. "It's probably for the best anyway. the human souls the King gathered seem to have disappeared. so, uh, that plan ain't happening anytime soon. but even though people are heartbroken over the king and things are looking grim for freedom, the queen's trying her best not to let us give up hope. so, uh, hey, if we're not giving up down here...don't give up wherever you are, okay? Who knows how long it'll take...but we WILL get out of here."

"SANS! WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?" Papyrus's voice rang out as Sans chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"oh, nobody." He said, his brother entering the room, Toriel down the hall writing a speech for tomorrow. It was a big day, a celebration of the day Monster civilization got founded below in the Underground, and she had a lot to plan. And many, MANY pies to bake. Luckily Muffet had agreed to assist.

And had promised to use a minimum of spiders.

"WHAT? NOBODY? CAN I TALK TO THEM TOO?" Papyrus cheerily asked, clasping his gloved hands together as Sans smiled and tossed the phone to Papyrus.

"here. knock yourself out."

"WAIT A SECOND, I RECOGNIZE THIS NUMBER!" Papyrus realized aloud, grinning even more broadly than usual as he held the phone up. "ATTENTION, HUMAN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM NOW CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD! IT'S EVERYTHING I EVER DREAMED OF! EXCEPT INSTEAD OF FIGHTING, WE JUST WATER FLOWERS. SO THAT'S EVER-SO-SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT."

Papyrus shrugged as well. "AND, WE'RE HELPING DR. ALPHYS WITH HER RESEARCH! SHE'S GONNA FIND A WAY TO GET US OUT OF HERE. UNDYNE IS HELPING HER TOO! THOUGH, TO BE HONEST, HER METHOD OF HELPING...SEEMS KIND OF..." Papyrus cringed. "EXPLOSION- INDUCING. BUT I THINK ALPHYS LIKES HAVING HER AROUND." He admitted before seeing an all-too familiar fish lady entering the hall. "UH OH!"

"HEY! What're you up to, punk?!" Undyne demanded, leaping on Papyrus and giving the phone a noogie, Papyrus cringing as she enthusiastically noogied it.

"PLEASE DON'T NOOGIE THE PHONE."

"HEY!" Undyne snapped. "Who's in charge here?!"

"ME." Papyrus remarked calmly as Undyne blinked, then chuckled.

"Oh, yeah, that's right!" She remarked, speaking into the phone as Papyrus handed it to her, the two putting it on "Speaker". "I quit my job as leader of the Royal Guard. Actually, since we won't be fighting anymore, the Royal Guard totally disbanded." Undyne confessed as she shrugged. "There's only one member now."

"BUT HE'S EXTREMELY GOOD!" Papyrus remarked as Undyne gave him a grin.

"Yeah he is, C'MERE!" She proclaimed, giving Papyrus a noogie as he cringed.

"AH! PLEASE DON'T NOOGIE THE SKELETON!"

"Anyways, now I'm working as Alphys's lab assistant." Undyne went on, walking over to the nearest stained glass window and putting one hand on her hips, smiling warmly. "We're gonna find a way outta this dump once and for all! And oh yeah, I'm a gym teacher at the queen's new school! Didja know I can bench press SEVEN CHILDREN!" She proclaimed, flexing her muscles and grinning broadly. "AWESOME, right? Heh...heh-heh...heh..."

But her chuckles slowly died off, her tone becoming sadder as she hung her head. "Hey, uh, listen, I'm...I'm so sorry about what happened with Asgore. I know you didn't wanna fight him, you were just doing what you had to. It's not your fault he-he..." She bit her lip, and shook her head slowly. "Ah, darn it. I miss the big guy." Undyne quietly sighed.

Shaking her head a bit, she tried to perk herself up. 'C'mon, Undyne! Snap outta it! I should tell you how Alphys is doing. Well, she's the same as ever, maybe a bit more...reclusive than normal." Undyne admitted, Sans quietly glancing in her direction, looking slightly bothered by something as Undyne scratched her head. "It seems like something's really bothering her. But she can get through it! I'm there supporting her, and what's what friends are for, right?"

Undyne hesitated then, and paused for what seemed to be a long time before speaking anew.

"Hey, uh...wherever you are? I hope it's better than here. It took a lot of sacrifice for you to get there." She quietly intoned. So, wherever you are... You have to try to be happy, okay!?

For our sakes! We'll feel better knowing our trouble was worth it." Undyne proudly insisted with a big grin. " We're all with you! Everyone is! Even the queen!" She then blinked, realizing something. "Oh! HEYYY! Wait a second, I almost forgot. TORIEL!" She called out, giving the phone back to Papyrus, heading down the hall slightly. "HEY, TORIEL! Do you wanna-"

A few minutes later, she came back sighing. "Ahh, she says she's busy." Undyne sighed as shrugged, Toriel heading off towards the memorial where the children's coffins were kept.

"IF SHE KNEW WHO WE WERE TALKING TO..." Papyrus chuckled as he handed the phone back to Sans.

"we would't get the phone back for at least a few hours." Sans added with a big old smile.

"WE HAVE THE MERCY TO SPARE YOU FROM HER."

"But call back anytime, okay?" Undyne insisted. "She'd love to talk!"

"oh, woops. the thing's almost outta batteries. so hate to cut this short but...be seeing you, okay, buddy?"

"BYE BYE FOR NOW!"

"See ya, punk!"

Unbeknownst to all of them, Toriel was indeed busy. It was not just the anniversary of the day their new civilization was founded, but the anniversary of the day Chara had come down to the Underground. And she wanted to get inspiration for her speech. She knew that her son had taken Chara's body out of the coffin it had been in. Knew the body wouldn't be there. But she wanted to look upon it and the others, to take their struggles into account as well for the speech. To find a way to inspire herself to say just the right thing that would honor them.

But as she stepped into the memorial, she gasped, the papers she was holding in one hand and the pen she had in the other falling to the ground. And Toriel stared in utter shock at the scene before her...

At the six other empty coffins.

I can't staaaay! Tomorrow I'll be on my waaaaay!

So don't expect to find me sleeping in my beeeeed...

Cuz when you wake up...

I won't-be-theeeeere!

I won't-be-theeeeeeere!

...

...

...

... "You'll have to load your SAVE file, and..." Flowey chuckled. "Well...in the meantime, why don't you go see Dr. Alphys? It seems like you could have been better friends. Who knows? Maybe she's got the key to your happiness...? See you soon."

And with that, the flower popped back into the inky blackness as the girl stretched her arms and stepped away from the screen, pausing the game for now before heading for the living room, getting out a Mountain Dew before returning to boot up "Skype" on the computer, a knowing smile on her face as her friend opened up a chat.

"You sure love fiddling around with the Undertale "Fun" files, huh?"

"Well, I like to experiment."

"I guess you must get a lot of teasing though."

"Cuz of my name?"

"Well, yeah. I mean you've got the same name as that creepy girl from the Genocide Route, the Fallen Child, the First Human. Ever since the game debuted, you must have a lot of people poking fun at you."

"Ah, they don't know any better. They're just dumb." Chara remarked with a small wink. " I can't stay on too long. I gotta get back to the game, finish it up for REAL."

"Okay. Then I guess I'll see you soon...Chara."

A big grin, and Chara turned Skype off, resuming the game as she sipped on her Mountain Dew and leaned back in her comfy black chair. It was time to go to work. After all...she was late for a very important date.

"Alphys, trust me when I say Undyne is gonna hug the HELL outta you." She remarked aloud with a little mischievous grin. "Right before you geeeeeeeeet dunked on."