Prologue

Third Person POV

King Asgore groaned when he touched the cuts, and bruises he had, showing how much pain he was in. "Why would you spare me?"

"Thank her," Sans said and motioned his bony hands to Frisk.

"Everyone secretly yearns for love and kindness," she explained with a bright smile. Deep inside the skeleton, he knew all too well this was true. He had always wanted for him and his brother to share at least a small bit of brotherly love.

Sans picked up the small fragile girl, bridal style and said, "Shit, we have to go." What he failed to notice was the faint red blush on her cheeks.

"Why are you carr-" Asgore stopped mid sentence, deciding the topic was too personal to discuss. "Farewell human… And Sans."

Sans walked with Frisk in his arms until he felt her weight get heavier. "Sweetheart what's wrong?" His mind filled with worrying possibilities.

"S-Sans. I… Can't feel anything anymore." She began to panic. "Sans? Are you still there?" The human's sensations were fading. She wasn't even sure if he was holding her anymore.

"Yes sugar, I'm here. Do you mean…. You can't feel this?" He softly caressed her cheek. He could imagine her soft skin, but of course the buttercups that sprouted had taken place. She inhaled sharply, "Nothing. I can't smell or feel. I can only hear you." His pupils retreated into his eye sockets and only blackness showed. It was his fault, he had failed to protect her many times before they even got to Asgore.

"Sans please don't blame yourself. I'm getting weaker by the second. I need you to do one thing for me." She knew that he would blame himself. Even with his straight face, she could see through it. Most of the time anyways.

"Please... Use my soul to free everyone..." Frisk said kindly and tried to smile for the sake of her friends. This would be a death she would accept. A death used for the good of others.

How could Sans defy the last request of the person who changed his life? "Of course... sweetheart," he choked between sobs. The skeleton didn't even have the heart to exchange puns and laugh it off.

The human girl lifted her hand in effort to touch the skeleton's cheek bones, but of course she could never be sure what she was touching. So he guided her hand with his then held it there.

Frisk was beginning to lose her hope. Even the determination she had used to get this far was failing. She could no longer reset, for this would be the last timeline. She had to admit she was afraid of what happens next. But thinking of the future ahead for the monsters made her happy. She could give them something none of them had for a long time. A life above the surface.

He cherished every moment he had left as he observed her features. Her chest rose and fell steadily to the rhythm of her breathing. Her brown hair with bits of branches and dirt messily stuck everywhere while his fluffy jacket clung to her body. He had noticed with her other hand, she clamped his scarf which was around her neck at the moment.

Though, Sans could no longer see her beautiful hazel eyes. They were replaced with the sickening sight of buttercups. All beauty they had disappeared when he found out they sucked Frisk's life force slowly.

"N-No Frisk please come with us to the surface..." Flowey pleaded with hints of sadness showing in his tone. Sans and Frisk weren't sure how long he had been there. For he had disappeared before the fight with Asgore. And was he actually showing emotion? "You know I can't. I can't even move by myself. I'm just a burden to both of you. I wouldn't even survive up there, being immobile and all."

"Don't ever say that. Hell I would do anything to keep you alive. These damn buttercups and this curse. This is my fault. I failed you-" Sans was cut off and tears escaped his eyes. The human could tell how he was consumed in fear by how his voice cracked. She didn't want to be the cause of so much despair.

"Don't blame yourself. It would've happened sooner or later. You didn't fail me. We made it together to the barrier didn't we?" Frisk began to fade in his grasps. "Shit please don't go!" He desperately clawed at what remained of her. "Haha you actually said please… You have changed Sans…" How was it even a time to make a joke? Silly girl. Although, it made the skeleton smile softly at his sudden change of heart. Frisk had affected him more than he thought. Just a few years ago he was known as the person to not fuck with.

"Frisk! Please you were my first friend in a long time!" Flowey too tried to stop her from disappearing. Maybe giving her a reason not to leave would help.

"I'm... Smiling..." Her sweet feminine voice filled his mind. He could clearly remember her dazzling smile that filled everyone with warmth and love. He never did understand why she would sacrifice her life for the monsters who've killed her time and time again. At one point he killed her too with ease. But that didn't matter, because with the death of Frisk, a part of his soul was ripped away. All that was left was his jacket and scarf.

Flowey's eyes widened, realizing Frisk wouldn't come back anymore. So he crawled back under the dirt and was gone like that.

Suddenly, Frisk's red soul hovered over Sans. He wiped his tears and reached to grab the soul. He felt determined to do what she had asked.

"I'll see you again sweetheart, I'll make sure of it," he mumbled under his breath and made his way to Asgore.