Waiting for the hint of a spark
I own nothing but my own ideas
Frisk, second person POV, neutral routes.
No blinding lights
"I've been thinking. Is killing things really necessary? I… I honestly don't know anymore. I have a request for you. Prove to me… prove to me that you are strong enough to survive. Get here from the beginning, without killing a single thing…"
It's harder than it should be, trying not to kill anything. Or rather, anyone. You never really thought about how much your relied on LOVE, until you tried to go without it. Toriel kills you by accident, and that's pretty insulting, to the both of you, as neither of you wanted to kill each other, and an insulting downgrade of combat skills on your part. You get back at her, sort of, when you kill her out of sheer frustration that she is not allowing you to spare her.
"You... ... at my most vulnerable moment... To think I was worried you wouldn't fit out in there... Eheheheh! You really are no different than them! Ha... Ha…"
You reload, and just sit there for a moment. It's one thing to kill someone on purpose. An accident, is something entirely different.
Flowey had said something about saving last time, but you had not quite thought it was really possible to spare her.
You walk back into the house, and just look at her, dreading the long battle ahead.
You want to talk. But what is there to say?
You think about telling Toriel you saw her die. But… that's creepy.
In the end, you don't say anything all.
Flowey calls you out on it. Calls it by name.
Murder. Playing God. He also talks about kill or be killed again, a philosophy he seems conflicted about.
The worst part is, he's not wrong. In a world where consequences are able to be Reset, you had chosen to murder, in the hopes that it would allow you to make it out alive.
So why are you underground again?