Aru here, again,
Thank you for reading the "sequel" of Three Times Below
This would have come much later if I kept my old works going, but no, I had to be whimsical and all at some point about fanfic-ing.
This "sequel" is purely experimental, it will definitely get heavily edited once Three Times Below is completed, for obvious reasons.
Just wanted to double my workload and uh, make a Surface story because why the f*ck not.
You know the drill, vote if you like, review if you want to - those are important for my growth as a soon-to-be author, like seriously.
* Chapters 2 - 10 being rewritten.
It was finally over.
The magical barrier shattered, opening a door that had been closed for an awfully long time.
Once the Prince gave back all the SOULs he unwillingly gathered, he reverted back to being the annoying flower he was.
He watched a ghost human hovering near the newly found entrance, hesitant to cross the purple doorframe.
No matter how much their beloved fellow human pleaded, the SOUL they once had would never go back to the body buried under a golden flowerbed.
The SOULless flower, who tagged along the saviors of Monsterkind, witnessed the whole parting scene. He was disgusted by the amount of fluff both of them publicly expressed, but hadn't said a word about it.
Instead, he watched the human parting with their lover. They "hugged" each other, knowing they would not see each other for some time. He somehow craved the same attention, but he already parted with his best friend when he was the prince.
"What you're waiting for, brat?"
The flower turned to scold the ghastly human, who hadn't moved much since their lover left.
"Nothing, not going with them anyway."
Flowey - a name he took after his father's bad naming habits - twitched, spending more time with a depressed ghost wasn't exactly what he planned to do.
"You don't make sense, do you? You just SAVE'd all of us down here, and now you want to haunt this place forever?" Hurry up and go get your SOUL back, you have a lover, a family, and a bunch of idiots to be with upstairs !"
The child went the other, instead of exiting through the door, they floated to the deserted home of the King. Flowey followed them, he had nothing else to do anyways.
"He didn't even bother to take my stuff with him."
The child, named Frisk, giggled at how silly this flower was. They looked at the room, one they've been into three times already.
"That's my bed, you idiot, get off it."
Frisk did as they were told to, not feeling like arguing with a pissed off flower. "Resting" on the other mattress, they started reminiscing every memory left on the fabric of their lover's bed.
Their gentle touch, their bloodred gaze, their soft moans, their sly smile.
It was too good to be true.
The ghost felt like crying, tears flowing down their cheeks. Flowey only sighed at the weeping child, he had no idea what to do or say in that instance.
After a while, Frisk stopped and curled up into a ball. They wanted to sleep, to forget they ever felt a thing for that person.
"You're pretty emotional, you SOULless brat."
Flowey starting a conversation wasn't exactly the escape mechanism they needed, but there was no other available option.
"I guess we are the same, Flowey."
Flowey, irritated at the comparison, almost doubled in size as he loomed on the sniffling kid.
"Wh-what the hell are you talking about?!"
Frisk wasn't scared at all, they knew that flower could no longer harm them. Even if they were able to, they wouldn't feel a thing.
"We're both emotional, SOULless, and stuck here."
Flowey shrunk back, a little taken aback by the child' stern looks. He maybe was used to their poker faces, but that was the first time the brat looked ... serious?
"Just because I'm keeping you company doesn't mean you should be cheeky."
Frisk giggled at the grumbling Flowey, then slowly floated back to the Garden, to take a nap there.
Chara was on their mind, but it didn't hurt that much anymore.
After all, they were smiling as they dozed off, bathed in sunlight.
Chara didn't want any of the whole peacemaking process and tough negotiations with the nearby villages.
King Dad wanted to take over and try handling things, but Goat Mom convinced them not to. Humans would be a little more receptive to one of their own, even if that wouldn't change much to their own beliefs.
The freshly appointed Monster Ambassador went to talk to people they didn't know, trying to ease their worries about the recent magical explosion and the emerging monsters.
Most people were still hesitant to welcome monsters in open arms, usually meeting them with firearms and other weaponry. However, they ended up dropping those once Chara delivered their speech.
It took as much as two months to convince the nearby human populations to let monsters be, and allow them to build their own little town. Monsters took whatever materials they could find in the Underground, and slowly started bulding then moving to their new housings.
Chara was happy, sort of.
They did it, they saved the monsters like they promised to do with Asriel.
It took them several timelines and much sacrifices to get there, sacrifices they wish they hadn't made.
Granted, their own body and SOUL was expendable, but Frisk was the one thing they regretted losing. It was too high of a cost, even for the sake of Monsterkind.
Toriel and Asgore did their best to comfort Chara, taking them again as their foster child and giving them a room of their own. Both monster parents were happy to do so, having tried to work things out since their last argument.
Although Chara was glad they got their family back, they still needed to see Frisk.
Perhaps after things settle down, they could visit them.
Before they drifted to sleep, they tiredly pulled out both lockets hanging on their neck.
"Best Friends Forever"
Asriel's, a golden heart like that of their long lost brother.
"Frisky"
Frisk's, a faintly pulsing red light, gently warming their being like the one they left behind.
Chara gripped both lockets as she closed her eyes, memories flowing in her mind as she finally went to dreamland.
Six months later.
Both SOULless partners went back to where it all started, passing by a few monsters busy packing up their luggage.
It seems everybody was eager to live up there, ignoring the danger humans once posed.
Humans, huh?
Frisk wondered how a particular human was doing.
"you thinkin' about demon gurl again?"
Just when sans showed up out of nowhere, grinning as usual.
Flowey was about to hide in a corner, but got caught by Papyrus who also came back to pick up a few things.
"Hey Sans, Hey Paps', you know Flowey, right?"
Flowey grumbled something, then stopped to shake leaves with the two skeletons.
"OH, YOU MUST BE THAT FLOWER WHO GATHERED ALL OF US THAT ONE TIME!"
"yup, wonder what's he doing here with the kid."
"None of your business."
Frisk stood - rather floated - between them, wanting to stop the upcoming FIGHT.
"Guys ! NO FIGHTING !"
Papyrus joined the fray and grabbed Sans by the collar, eventually dragging him to Snowdin.
"paps, hold on."
"NO, SANS. THE HUMAN SAID NO FIGHTING, AND I KNOW YOU'LL DO THE TOTAL OPPOSITE !"
"seriously, gotta tell the kid something."
Papyrus sighed, then headed off alone to the skelebros' house with empty crates. Sans followed him once he whispered what he needed to convey to Frisk.
"she's here, for an hour or two."
Frisk' smile was wide and genuine.
Flowey was busy ranting on someone for putting him in a pot, when he saw Frisk going back to the ruins at top speed.
"What the- okay, you ! Sit right there while I catch up with that stupid child !"
The flower grew vines to break their pot and "ran", following the ghost past the forest then into the Ruins' basement.
When Frisk smelled the scent of cake and tea, they rushed to the room. Slowly becoming corporeal again, they embraced an unexpecting Chara.
Blushing madly, the older human hugged back, taking the time to see if Frisk was alright.
"Hello there, Chocolate."
Frisk giggled, they hadn't felt this good for quite some time.
"Hey Red ! Missed you ... a lot !"