Boatman "Where to?"
Frisk "Nowhere, everywhere, it doesn't matter. I just want to not see anyone I know for a little bit. I made a terrible mistake in the palace, a mistake I will never be able to fix."
Boatman "As you say, we'll go around 'till you're ready to go."
There was a long time of silence before boatman started singing.
Boatman "Tralalala, you know when you're sad, you should share your feelings. Otherwise they'll crush you under their weight."
After a while, frisk asks
Frisk "Why do you keep singing and why are you telling me all these things."
Boatman "I sing because I have nothing better to do, and I know because I'm old and wise."
Frisk "How old are you exactly?"
Boatman "I'm so old, I don't remember the countless years I've spent on this planet."
Boatman "Before the Great War, I worked for the gods. I was their enforcer, their punisher, but mainly, a mercenary. Whenever they thought people needed to be… ended, I would be the one for the job. They paid rather well, you know. And surprisingly, they like to meddle with timelines a lot, but they never SAVE or LOAD. Anyways, they hired me to do their bidding. I had been collecting souls for a long time, but the only time anything truly changed was during the Great War. I had many souls to collect, both human and monster, as I collected more and more souls, I realized my power would grow along with their numbers. Little by little I was becoming obsessed with power, and I realized that if I were to interfere and cause more deaths, I would gain more power. But there were too many souls to collect for me alone. So as a solution, I split off a quarter of my great power, and gave it a mind of its own. I sent it out onto the great battlefield, to kill anything, and everything in its path.
It was an incredible, an unstoppable, emotionless killing machine. I gained a great amount of power from it. But the gods did not approve. They knew that if they let me roam free for too long, I would become dangerous for even them. But none of them bothered to do anything, so I tried my chances and attack a small deity."
The deity of flowers and plants, they didn't really do anything important, or had any power. I thought I'd be easy taking them out, I couldn't have been more wrong. I didn't bother trying to sneak; I simply walked up to them and stabbed for their head. They rolled to the side and a large flower grew out of their hand and spouted some gas that made me cough, it decreased my health, speed, and attack all at once. Only then I began to understand what the power of a god meant, but it was too late to turn back, I couldn't ESCAPE."
Boatman's green soul floats in front of him as he dodges an attack.
Boatman: "I tried so desperately to win, to live, I couldn't die there, I hadn't gotten even close to doing what I wanted to do most. But I had no chance at all. They had somehow managed to set up a trap without me noticing during the battle. As I stepped right into the place they wanted me to go, plants suddenly rose up around me, forming something that resembled a cage. It was just some plants, I could cut through it, but before I could bring my scythe back for the slice, the saplings grew and turned into full-grown trees right before my very eyes. As I kept looking, the plants kept growing getting thicker and thicker, until no light was able to reach between them anymore, and no air came in. This is how they had planned to defeat me. I would suffocate in this prison. It was getting harder to breathe. I tried to take small, slow breaths, but in the end there was nothing I could do to save myself.
Suddenly there was a loud rumble outside my cage. And my cage split open just when I was running out of breath. I stumbled and when I finally regained my breath, I looked up. The god of death was standing before me. Instantly I fell to my knees. "Is there a job to do sir?" At first, he didn't answer, then he said in a soft tone that was full of anger; "You have attack a god. You must face the consequences and the punishment you'll be given. Shimigami, for attacking a god, you will be stripped of your body." He boomed. As he finished, black lightning rained from the sky, just barely missing me until finally they all became one and struck me head on. When I woke up I didn't understand, I thought I was supposed to be dead. But as it turned out, he really did strip me of just my body. I still felt all my power, I felt my emotions, anger and hatred towards the god I had so gladly served. He had taken away the one thing that marked me as what I like to be most. Alive.