Hello! This is my first real thing on this site. Wish me luck!
Anyway, this is a series of scenes, showing what happens after Fisk dies in each battle. I'd like to think that the RESET takes a little time to happen.
Takes place in pacifist run.
Toriel fight.
Frisk POV
I can't believe this! Toriel is trying to kill me! I dodge a fireball, slightly burning my shoulder. I grab it, my eyes shut tighter than should be possible. I look up, through tears to see another flaming sphere barreling towards me. I dive to the ground, my hair smoking. I want to yell, to scream for mercy, but the words don't leave my lips. I stand up, legs shaking, as I look at Toriel's face. She looks displeased, as if expecting me to fight back-
Oh.
Oh crap.
I ducked, barely escaping my demise.
She had tears streaming down her face.
I didn't want to hurt her.
Apparently she felt differently.
I was about to turn and run, but as I was turning around, the left side of my vision turned orange.
I fell, as my soul shook, then shattered.
Toriel's POV
I threw an easy one, all the child would have to do was step one foot to their right.
The flame licked the air, as it burst forth from my palm. It traveled at a moderate speed, leaving behind a small trail of orange in the air as it went. It got closer to the child, five feet, three feet,
Surely they'd dodge.
Right?
They turned around, or at least tried to, until the flames collided violently with their small frame, and they just, buckled.
I froze.
They weren't… Not okay, right?
My thoughts were cut off by the quiet sound of their soul bursting. I stayed frozen. Was I so desperate to save a child, that I'd justify killing them?
I was no better than Asgore.
I fell to my knees, my face unreadable.
What was I to do now? Hide them? What if another child fell into the Underground? Would I just act is if this never happened?
"Wow. Gonna be honest, did not see that coming." A small, kinda squeaky voice laughed from around the corner.
"Who's there?" I said, emotionless.
"Why it's me…"
I small yellow flower sprouted through the stones of the floor.
"... Flowey!" He winked, a crooked demonic smile forming on his lips.
"You tried to kill this youth!" I yelled, half-heartedly. They may have tried, but I did.
"You're one to talk." He said, his smile unwavering.
My face scrunched up, as I began to sob.
"Oh quit being such a crybaby. They'll be back soon enough."
I kept weeping.
This flower was delirious.
I heard a knock on the ruins door, followed by a familiar voice.
"That was some heated action there."
Really? Now?
The idea of that voice seeing what a horrible person I was, filled me with dread. I just want this to end-
SAVE LOADED.
Dang, that was uh, fun to write. Anyway, I'll try to have new chapters up pretty frequently, like possibly one every day. Thanks for reading, and have great day!
(And yes, they will get longer)