Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS.

One day, war broke out between the two races.

After a long battle, the humans were victorious.

They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.

Many years later… A human fell into the RUINS. Injured by its fall, the human called out for help. ASRIEL, the king's son, heard the human's call. He brought the human back to the castle. Over time, ASRIEL and the human became like siblings. The King and Queen treated the human child as their own. The underground was full of hope. Then... One day... The human became very ill. The sick human had only one request. To see the flowers from their village. But there was nothing we could do. The next day…...The next day... The human died. ASRIEL, wracked with grief, absorbed the human's SOUL. He transformed into a being with incredible power. With the human SOUL, ASRIEL crossed through the barrier. He carried the human's body into the sunset, back to the village of the humans. ASRIEL reached the center of the village. There, he found a bed of golden flowers. He carried the human onto it. Suddenly, screams rang out. The villagers saw ASRIEL holding the human's body. They thought that he had killed the child. The humans attacked him with everything they had. He was struck with blow after blow. ASRIEL had the power to destroy them all. But... ASRIEL did not fight back. Clutching the human... ASRIEL smiled, and walked away. Wounded, ASRIEL stumbled home. He entered the castle and collapsed. His dust spread across the garden. The kingdom fell into despair. The king and queen had lost two children in one night. The humans had once again taken everything from us. The king decided it was time to end our suffering. Every human who falls down here must die. With enough souls, we can shatter the barrier forever. It's not long now. King ASGORE will let us go. King ASGORE will give us hope. King ASGORE will save us all. You should be smiling, too. Aren't you excited? Aren't you happy? You're going to be free..

Oh, most certainly… In fact…

You will all be free.


Sans snapped awake, breathing heavily. What a horrible nightmare. He dreamed of a demonic child, one with a purple and blue shirt, murdering everyone. Flashes of Toriel falling with cuts in her side; Lesser Dog whimpering at the blows brought to their weak armor; Papyrus' skull being crushed beneath their feet; Monster Kid standing up to them, yet was nearly killed; Undyne trying her best to fight them, yet failing due to their own determination; Tsunderplane crashing into the lava of Hotland; Mettaton NEO blown away in one slash; and then, him. Trying his best to defeat the little devil, yet being slashed aside as all his friends had. And then, the king. Trying to reason with it, as if it could be reasoned with. And finally, the little weed begging for mercy, yet receiving none. And after that, the world ended. Only to be brought back.

Sans had seen this more than once. By no means was this a common occurrence. But every time he woke up, he felt bad for seeing the kid like that.

Maybe they weren't so bad, maybe they took a turn for the worse on the surface.

Maybe they were just trying to defend themselves.

He always shut these thoughts down, though. They were merely that, because he was almost certain that wasn't self-defense. Just plain out murder. And, it was quite clear the child had no compassion, hope, or love. They certainly had LOVE, but no love. For anything, nor for anyone. Of course, this was no surprise, humans had shown continuously that by no means did they need these to survive. A little bit of determination could get them through anything.

Sans now knew that this wasn't just dreams. He had experienced them before, just as he will today. He had tried his hardest to stop them every time, but it just wasn't worth it anymore. No matter what he did, the child would find a way around it. Every plot and scheme Sans had was foiled by the little child. They had no time for anyone, they seemed hell-bent on leaving the underground, and if that meant killing everything along the way, then so be it.

We would kill them, though. It must have been scary for a kid to be all alone. Maybe they could have justified their actions.

No, impossible. Sans had a strange feeling that the kid knew what they were doing, because they pretty much memorized the attacks. He tried switching them up, but next time around, they were ready. Always ready.

Sans sighed. He had to face the facts. Even though he knew these happened, and knew they were real, he can't remember himself doing them. As far as he knew, all he could actually remember him doing was when he woke up that fateful day, which was, coincidentally, the same day the original human fell as well. Then, when the world was extinguished, along with everyone in it, he dreamed of that day, and the many days before. Unfortunately, the second he died, he forgot how he did it. The next day, he would remember, then forget again. It was never-ending, only a couple mysterious… holes connected murder. He had no clue what these could be, but he had a feeling it had to do with the child. The child who was a horrible being, the true definition of a monster.

Yet, peculiar. There were indeed times when Sans noticed something strange about the human. A glint in their eyes that wasn't murderous, but rather gleeful, or maybe a genuine smile instead of whatever fake one they tried to pull at other times. Almost reminded Sans of himself. But that child wasn't him, and he knew it. While Sans had a weak soul, a mere one HP and little ATK and DEF, he had something that child would never have: a family and friends, people to lean on, people to care about. Places to go, things to see, emotions to feel, gratitude, cheerfulness, love, determ- Wait, no. Determination led to nothing good. That was the power the child used to come back no matter what. The power to keep fighting, the will to survive, the strive to always prove yourself, not because you have to, of course, but just because you can. This is the one reason why they never stop, never fade. They won't stop until we do, until we stop fighting, until we stop being determined. Now, being determined and having determination were two different things, and some humans were blessed to have both. Being determined wasn't necessarily evil, for almost all monsters were in order to escape the horrid conditions of the Underground. Some had determination, yet were determined to do what they thought they needed to do. This wasn't always good, in fact, its consequences were more impactful than the events themselves most of the time. Somewhere, deep down, Sans knew that beneath all the dreams of thoughtless murder, was a kind child, one who was determined to set everyone free, to believe in everyone's hopes and dreams, and to most importantly walk with them through everything, no matter what the cost upon them was. Back to thoughtless murder, this was essentially what pure determination in someone did. The ability to do whatever, and the urge to do it just because of that fact. Sans had seen few humans with the power to overcome the temptation and do something good with their life. That is, until, he or Asgore took their souls. He had heard tales of a human who fell, way before he was born, who had determination, but wasn't very determined. They had died, and the king and queen's son, Asriel, had taken them to the surface using the human's soul. Some monsters had told him before that the child had attempted to convince Asriel to fight the humans once they had attacked him, but unlike the child, Asriel was determined to make sure no one was hurt, to make the child know that the humans and him had met a misunderstanding, that they were good people, just confused. The child never understood this, nor will they ever, wherever their soul is residing now. What confused Sans was the description of the human. It was almost identical to the way the human who was in a never-ending cycle of murder looked, except for a few choice… fashion decisions. But the glint in their eyes, the hair, their love for pain upon others, it was to close to be a coincidence. But that couldn't be the child, right?


Sans lied in his bed. But, something was different about this bed… he turned on the bedside lamp. Wait, he didn't have one. What was…. Oh.

The room Sans was in was practically the exact opposite of his one in Snowdin. Royal green walls, dark wooden floors, a comfy chair next to a fireplace alongside a bookshelf with many titles. Sans read some of them from his position on the left side of his king sized bed.

Intro to Physics

Quantum Physics Experience: Learn to bend them to your Will!

Teleportation: A History and Theory

Weird. No-one else knew Sans was interested in these subjects. Then again, this doesn't look like anyone's room who he knows. A knock sounds on the door.

"Mr. Sans? You are requested by the king," the mysterious voice said. What? Sans had never been called into a royal meeting. In fact, he rarely talks to the king, even though he is only two rooms away in the Last Corridor.

"Wha-? What do you mean? Who are you?" Sans said groggily through the door crack.

"Oh, ha ha Prince Sans! You always were hilarious with your jokes," the mysterious man said.

Woah, woah, hold up just a second. Prince? What? Was someone playing a joke? This wasn't very funny, though, and the mystery man wasn't very funny either. Sans immediately disliked him. Sans had decided to dress himself, and walked over to the… ugh, golden plated dresser. Inside was not Sans' signature jacket, comfy shorts and slippers, but rather a neck-to-floor cloak, royal armor, and a crown. Sans stared at the items, bemused. These would be worth so much at the merchant in Snowdin. Was this a room in the inn? No, no way. Even though he had never stayed at the inn, he knew that there was no way the bunny who ran it was that rich.

As Sans dressed in the strange clothing, he heard movements just beyond his bedroom door. Opening the door with his magic, he saw perhaps the strangest sight he had seen all day.

Standing (more like sitting) in his doorway, was Flowey.


The flower was frantic, panting as if he had actually ran from the Ruins to wherever Sans was. His face was anything but the sly grin he usually had. He looked genuinely scared, and desperate, for he was coming to Sans.

"Sans! Oh my god, something has gone very, very wrong!" he cried. "What, what happened? You remember the timelines, right? The ones where Chara came through, killing everyone? That's all I can remember, and now she's back! Please help me! I don't want to die again!" Flowey started weeping, and Sans was left startled.

"Flowey? You can remember them too? Wait… what happened? Of course she's back, she comes back everytime," Sans said, confused at why Flowey was taking this so seriously when it has happened countless times before.

"No, no it's different now! They just walked past me, not acknowledging me whatsoever! They stepped OVER me! How disgraceful!" Flowey screeched.

"That… that is peculiar. Wait, Flowey? Where am I? How long have you known about these? You've never come to me before, so why are you doing it now?" Sans said.

"For you first question, you're in the castle. New Home. You are the heir to the kingdom. Don't ask me how, I have no clue. For your second, I just found out! I woke up in the RUINS, in that one room I stay in to teach the kid about LV and EX-" Flowey started, but was cut off by Sans.

"I have several disagreements with your way of 'teaching," Sans said bitterly, but Flowey ignored him.

"-P, and so the kid fell, I started my introduction, and they completely ignore me! They look down at me for a second, then leave!" Flowey said, exhausted from the speed of his speaking.

"I need proof, this is too ridiculous to be true," Sans continued, his brow raised suspiciously.

"FINE! I WILL show you!" Flowey said, before glowing bright green and yellow, then sucking Sans into a green and yellow hole-like vortex.


Sans hit the ground with a grunt, and looked up, only to see two Floweys, one next to him and one in the room ahead, seemingly preparing a speech he was to use on the human that fell. That Flowey didn't seem to see him, while the Flowey next to him edged him forward.

"Hold the phone, little flower buddy," Sans said, "How did you do that?"

"I don't know, exactly. Like I said, many things have changed. Just watch," Flowey said as they entered the room the past Flowey was in. Even as Sans grew closer to the past Flowey, they bade him no attention. He seemed focused on the doorway in front of him. Similar to the Flowey from the present, this one seemed frightened. He eyed the doorway with a suspicious kind of curiosity.

"Three, two, one…" The present Flowey counted down, and the child walked in. Bright purple and blue sweater, hiking shorts and boots, a bandage on their cheek, a stick in their hand, and determination in every feature of their body. The way they walked, the look in their eyes, their blank yet full expression would be nearly impossible to replicate by anyone, monster or human.

"Ah!" Both Floweys screamed, yet the present one seemed to overcome the horrified expression quicker, as the past one stared in disbelief. "Uh, um.. Howdy… I'm Flowey. Flowey th-" the past Flowey stopped, as he watching in horrified astonishment as the child ignored the flower's speech and proceeded to step over the flower as if it was nothing. The past Flowey turned around, struck between shock and anger. "Uh, hello!? Didn't you see me? Don't you dare go anywhere, you murdering psycho!" The past Flowey screamed. The child slowly turned their head, and looked Flowey straight in the eye. The flower instinctively shrunk back, stuttering out an almost unintelligibly, "Please.. don't …. kill.. ...me…," before the child smirked and walked out of the room.

"What in bloody hell was that?" the past Flowey questioned to himself, before the memory faded. Flowey and Sans found themselves back in Sans' room, Sans confounded and Flowey worried.

"That's never happened before, you say?" Sans questioned. "No," Flowey said, "and that's not all. Afterwards, something interesting happened that I need you to know. We need to go back again," Flowey concluded before, without Sans' permission, sucked him into yet another mysterious vortex.

Sans found himself back in the same room they had traversed to in the previous memory, yet the room was much brighter, and Flowey seemed to be concentrating on something. The past one, mind you, for the present one was too busy sitting in the corner of the room, apparently waiting for something. Sans ignored him and turned his attention back to the past Flowey, who was now muttering quietly.

"Ah, met Toriel, have they? Can't wait to see how long it takes for them to stab them in the back, then Papyrus, then Undyne, then Mettaton, then Sans, then….. then me…." the flowey stuttered out before bursting into tears. He cried silently for a few minutes, and Sans was confused on why the memory was continuing. Did Flowey want him to pity him? Well, he wasn't getting any. Just before Sans was about to go talk to the present Flowey about what they were doing here, a disturbance came from the doorway.

The lights faded, a spotlight on the little flower. They inclined their head, and stared at what caused this. They looked shocked, and yet, scared. They stared, tears still falling.

"Oh, look honey. Curious. I've never seen a plant… cry before," the voice said, and the lights faded entirely.

Thank you for reading! This is more of a concept currently and I would like to know what people think about it. I'll continue anyway, but it would be nice to have feedback. I know, this was very vague and in the next chapter it'll be explained. EDIT: This is a lie.

In essence, this is Undertale, yet, completely all over the place. The only things that really stay on path are the areas (RUINS, Snowdin, Waterfall, Hotland, CORE, New Home) while the characters, fights, powers, everything. There WILL be some story outside of the Underground, but there SHOULD be only two OCs. Don't take this as a promise, but I just don't like when OCs overshadow the actual main characters/story (won't name any fics, but one I've read, I barely even see any of the original Undertale characters. They might as well have made a completely new storyline.). I also need help with the title. Place your suggestions in the reviews. I'll pick the best one unless I think of one. Double-check online to make sure your title hasn't already been used.

Thanks for reading, again, and don't worry, I know what I'm doing!

P.S. I have no f***ing idea what I am doing.