It was a sad time in the Underground. The human, Frisk, has taught MERCY to all the monsters, broke the barrier, and even found love… but it would not last. Frisk had died one too many times, and as a result, was covered from head to toe in flowers.
Her boyfriend, this version of sans, was cradling her, the other close friends of hers around her with horrified and sad looks on their faces. "F-frisk, cmon, sugar, y-ya gotta pull through." Flowerfell-Sans said, a desperate look on his skeletal face.
"Now, no need to be… worried, Sans, I think she'll make it through yet." A voice strange to those gathered called, echoing around the room.
"Who's there?!" Papyrus, the taller skeleton in the room, shouted, forming a red colored bone and holding it in both hands, standing protectively over Sans and Frisk.
"Oh, someone with a deal." The voice said, now from right in front of Papyrus. He jumped, startled, at the figure that seemed to just… appear in front of him.
It was what appeared to be a child, with gray hair, strange eyes, the right a white void with a black pupil, the left it's opposite. The child had a strange sweater on, that seemed to be made from two that were torn in half, the left side green with a tan stripe in the middle, and the right blue with pink smaller stripes around the same area as the tan on its opposite side..
The child had gray cargopants and brown boots on as well, making it so pretty much no skin could be seen except for the almost albino white of their face and hands.
"What… kind of deal?" Sans asked, a little hope in his voice.
"I will… SAVE Frisk, in return, I want the six SOULs." Rindie said, smiling. This shocked the gathered monsters, them looking unsure.
"It's a… small price, really."Rindie continued, looking off to the side. "I mean… you were gonna wastem anyway."
The monsters thought about it, and agreed, handing the SOULs over to the child. The child smirked, snapping their fingers, making the flowers vanish, and Frisk have a feeling of lightness, before they Rindie vanished with the SOULs, leaving the containers behind.