Frisk will be female in this story.
Also, some major happenings in this story differ from what actually happens in the game.
Memories
Chapter one: Diary entry
Frisk, the Human, is gone.
None of us can recall much of what happened yesterday; we all remember being restrained by a flower before everything went white. The next thing we know, we wake up near the Barrier with the Human's name somehow having been added to our knowledge. The Human herself, however, was nowhere to be found.
We have no clue as to where she currently is, but we believe that she has either passed the Barrier somehow, or – a far more saddening and shocking thought – is deceased. This experience has taught us all that uncertainty truly is more unpleasant than unpleasant certainty.
The Human Souls have disappeared as well, but we all believe that this is for the best. In addition, we have decided that any Humans who fall down here will be treated as friends, rather than enemies. While I doubt this will restore hope in the Underground quickly – or stop Papyrus from setting up puzzles for the Humans to solve – we can all agree that in spite of the lack of sunlight, we are happy down here.
We have all returned to our respective homes now.
Frisk. Wherever you are, please stay strong.
And I am truly sorry for putting you in danger during your time in the Underground.
Kind regards,
Asgore Dreemurr.
Asriel has returned to us.
I had waited for a day at New Home before returning to the Ruins. When I did return, I had immediately gone to the flower bed in an attempt to take my mind off Frisk's disappearance. When I arrived, however, I noticed that someone was already busy taking care of the flowers.
Not knowing who it was, I decided to approach them about sneaking into my home. My words remained stuck in my throat when the culprit turned out to be a crying Asriel, which filled me with confusion, shock and glee.
The things he told me were equally shocking. He informed me that after he died, the experiments Alphys did on the flower in Asgore's garden resurrected him as a soulless being without the ability to feel love. Apparently, he and Frisk had had a battle which Frisk ended peacefully – after which she forgave him!
In spite of my shock, I, of course, forgave Asriel, even though I do not blame him for anything the soulless flower did. However, in spite of my glee, the depression I felt when Frisk disappeared returned when Asriel told me he did not know where she was. While he recalled having a conversation with Frisk after the battle, he had little memory of where she was eventually sent to.
I wish there was something we could do about this.
For now, however, the only thing I can do is inform Asgore that our son is alive. While I still am unable to forgive him for his atrocities, he deserves to know about Asriel's resurrection. Perhaps, eventually, we could be a family again.
