Undertale belongs to Toby Fox.
Red (Mentioned) belongs to Taxiderby.
The air was electric with magic energy. Dust of both natural and murderous origin was kicked up as the Royal Captain Undyne slid back. A second slash had cut through her chest, forming an X with the previous wound. Still, the Undying stayed true to her namesake.
Her foe stepped forward, a nigh identical image to the timeline before. The eighth fallen human approached, hands coated in dust, eyes crimson red. Only this timeline, she was hunched forward, panting for breath. It had been many timelines now since she had defeated every monster in the Underground without as little as a scratch. Undyne's attack patterns, both in her normal mode and her Undying self, had been memorized by the eighth a long time ago. Yet why was it so difficult now?
Undyne roared in rage, spit diluted DETERMINATION leaking from her lip. In an effort of pure will power, she conjured a wave of magic spears and sent them to meet the human. In an equally impressive show of skill and DETERMINATION, the human dodged every spear and closed the gap. She struck.
The thud of falling metal filled Waterfall.
Undyne fell on one knee, bleeding from her wounds. She let go of her spear, which clattered to the ground. The Royal Captain wrapped an arm around her wounds in a futile attempt to stop the liquid DETERMINATION from leaking out. She shut her eyes in an attempt to lock out the pain. It didn't work.
"Damn it…"
The human backed up a step, as if to admire the fruits of her labor. After what she was sure was a far longer battle, the Undying was dying. The Royal Captain grimaced in pain, disbelief, and shame.
"So even THAT power…" Undyne sighed, "It wasn't enough?"
The human said nothing, accustomed to the words of surrender.
But then Undyne grinned.
"Heh.. that look on your face," Undyne's eyes opened, both red with DETERMINATION, "I gave you a harder time, huh?"
The human's expression shifted to one of… fear?
"Heheheh… so that's it." Undyne's eyes shifted to normal. "That's your power. Well, I guess you know that Alphys has evacuated everyone by now, and that Asgore will have the six souls now… and against that power…"
Undyne started to melt, but she laughed it off.
"Thanks to me… to my sacrifice… this world will live on!"
As the Undying met her final fate, the human felt two emotions for the first time in a lifetime. The thrill of mystery and the crawling dread of something being wrong.
"had a hell of a ride, huh?"
Sunlight glowed through the windows of Judgement Hall as it did in many other timelines long past. Sans the Skeleton stood guard, casual smile a façade for the unfathomable rage of a thousand lifetimes. The fallen human stepped forward, a golden heart locket around her neck and steel knife corroded by DETERMINATION in hand.
"different dialogue, the little red miss, I know you don't see her every timeline," Sans listed, "an increased DETERMINATION output from undyne, more new dialogue, the flower missing, and who can forget the last broadcast?"
The human grimaced. She hadn't expected Mettaton to put up a fight, not when every previous Genocide timeline the robot was slain in a single strike. It seemed that between the past few timelines the NEO program had been outfitted with far better propulsion systems, not to mention an energy shield. If those things changed, what more had?
"of course, that wasn't the end of it," Sans said, "judging from how you're all out of items, it's safe to say you were quick and got to alphys, too."
The human tightened her grip on her knife.
"calm down there, she doesn't know anything. as far as she knows, i just had an eerily similar dream than she. maybe i should've told her, maybe then we could've stopped this. oh well…"
His left eye flashed to life, the cyan magic filled with rage.
"let's get this over with."
To the fallen human's relief, Sans' fight was not that different. Save for his final gravity beat down reaching decimal hitpoints and him not sleeping, rather giving up and letting the human kill him, nothing was out of order. Yet that surrender was unexpected. Sans had always been the last challenge. Unless…
The fallen human stepped into the throne room. To her surprise, Asgore was not there. Fear filled her heart.
No… why him?
Who else would it be?
The fallen human continued, locket red with DETERMINATION and knife black with HATE.
As predicted, the monster king was at the barrier, and as predicted, the jars of the human souls were gathered. Asgore's back was turned to her, but the fallen human knew that Asgore was ready to fight. The fact that his trident was already out was enough indication for that. But then the question came. Why did he wait?
"So… you have arrived."
Asgore turned around to face the fallen human.
"As much as I would like to just talk over a cup of tea, that will not happen."
The human faced Asgore, staring into his eyes. They were filled with… regret? This reaction was expected from a pacifist timeline, but now? How could he feel remorse for intending to kill them?
"Chara," Asgore said, "Why did you do this?"
The human flinched. He knew. He knew it was her. Her breathing quickened.
"I know you were a… troubled child," Asgore said, voice gentle, "But committing this mass genocide? Why would you go that far?"
The human turned away. A heavy footstep filled the barrier room, and the human was back on alert. She stared at Asgore with a barely controlled fury. The first human pointed her knife at Asgore.
"You have no right to judge me," she growled with two voices, "You're a murderer too!"
She slashed at Asgore.
Green vines blocked the attack.
"What?!"
The human tightened her stance. Her eyes instantly went to the floor. Sure enough, a familiar flower poked its head out of the ground.
"Howdy Chara!" Flowey greeted, "I see you've been busy."
"You!" the human seethed, "Asriel, you traitor!"
"Yeah, yeah I'm a traitor, boo hoo hoo," Flowey teased, "I know. I know that I'm fighting you right now because I made that choice."
Friendliness Pellets filled the air as Flowey's tone and expression grew dark.
"I made that choice because at the end of the day, you don't care about me," Asriel said, "I'm no longer your 'best friend.' No, that honor now belongs to the eighth kid that fell down here. Now the rest of us don't matter, you'll just throw us to the dust."
Flowey's expression grew mischievous. Behind him, Asgore stepped forward. The six human souls burst out of their jars and hovered around the two Dreemurrs.
"Looks like you been having a lot of fun," Flowey said, "But it seems you've forgotten the rule of… our world…"
Asriel's expression grew to his classic demonic face.
"It's still kill or be killed."
Asgore absorbed the human souls. A blinding light filled the Barrier room and a loud bang sent the human flying back. Through the ringing of her ears and the white light, she could still hear Flowey's final curse.
"And it's time you found yourself on the other side of that saying."
The light faded. The eighth human blinked to clear her vision. When it cleared, she was greeted with the sight of a new foe. She was barely aware of the FIGHT being engaged. Fueled by curiosity she instantly went straight for the ACT button, selecting CHECK.
* KING ASGORE ATK 999 DEF 999
* The King Of All Monsters
* Just another killer…
* FLOWEY THE FLOWER ATK 19 DEF 4
* Asriel Dreemurr reborn
* Traitor to the cause.
The fallen human growled in rage. With those stats, she knew it would've been smarter to attack from the get go. The Dreemurrs wanted to FIGHT. They would get what they wanted in time. For now, they had to get through their turn…
Asgore called upon the power of the blue and orange soul, bringing his trident to bear. Imbued with the soul's strength, he struck at the fallen human. With expert skill and swiftness, the human dodged the attacks. Not expecting the longer attack phase, the human didn't see the inferno coming for her. After suffering a strike dealing twenty hit points, the human went back on alert.
She thought she was out of the phase when suddenly she was surrounded by Friendliness Pellets. Flowey cackled in delight as they struck at the same time, dealing the human for an inescapable nineteen ATK.
The human hissed in both pain and rage. Finally, the monsters' turn was over. It was time for payback, but who to attack? The flower was annoying pest that could likely be eliminated in a single strike, but the bigger threat was Asgore…
The fallen human gave a deranged laugh as she swiped horizontally at her foes, aiming to hit them both. Asgore stepped forward, meaning to take the brunt of the attack. Despite the high damage output of 999999, Asgore still stood, hurt badly, but still standing. The flower on the other hand…
The damned weed disappeared into the ground.
Asriel popped back up, sticking his tongue out and winking.
"The smiley trashbag isn't the only one with tricks."
Asgore approached, an apocalypse's worth of fireballs hovering in place over him. He chuckled through a grim face filled with vengeful righteousness.
"Now, son, do not disrespect the dead," the King said. The fireballs glowed brighter, now flickering between the colors of the rainbow.
"It is their sacrifice that gives us a fighting chance now."
The fireballs descended. Whilst the human dodged the fireballs easily enough, the magic fields that were left in their wake struck the human for a damage effect akin to Sans' KR. Flowey summoned more friendliness pellets, one volley of blue and another of orange. The pellets fired within milliseconds of each other, and the human was reduced to forty-nine HP.
The human backed away, selecting the ITEM button. She took out a legendary hero, but before she could eat it a friendliness pellet struck it out of her hand. Flowey shook one of his side leafs in the same manner as a parent would wag a finger at a naughty child. The human noticed that her turn had yet to pass. She deselected ITEM and dashed forward, knife raised. She skipped past Flowey and went to stab Asgore with her knife. Imbuing his trident with the power of the Green Soul, Asgore blocked the attack.
The trident was reduced to shards of crystal.
The sound of a soul breaking filled the room.
Asgore raised a hand to block his face from the Green Soul's final explosion. When it cleared, the human was unscathed. Flowey and he on the other hand were affected, albeit not with negative consequences. Rather Flowey had been covered in a green protective barrier and Asgore healed of his last attack.
"Dad!" Flowey called, "I'll take the front. Fireballs, now!"
The monster king nodded. From what he heard, Asriel didn't have a soul right now, so how his son was showing desperate emotion he didn't even know. But he knew what did matter; finishing the fight.
Green vines sprouted out of the ground and lashed out to strike the human. The human growled as she was forced to duck and weave through the storm of vines. She reached Flowey and struck, but the flower dodged, ducking into the ground. She looked around for the plant, but found only Asgore's fireballs descending.
The human dodged most of the balls, but one struck her dead on. Ten hitpoints left. She still could not find Flowey, so she turned to Asgore with murderous intent. The monster king's eyes widened.
"Chara," he whispered in horror, "Don't do this!"
He summoned another volley of fireballs, but the human dodged them with ease, giggling all the while. She closed the distance with inhuman speed and raised her knife. Asgore knew he wouldn't be able to take direct hit.
So someone else did for him.
Flowey popped out of the ground and took the blow. The green barrier shattered, sending Asgore back a few feet. But the knife still kept going. It cut the flower down the middle, leaving a large gash. It was a surprise it was even still sentient. With all the DETERMINATION left in him, Asriel turned to his father.
"Dad," Asriel weakly said, "Don't let them win the game."
Another knife strike came, infused with black HATE.
Flowey was gone in an instant.
The human giggled, "So, your grace, shall we continue?"
Asgore's expression darkened. The human souls appeared individually, all glowing brightly. The last monster glared at the fallen human with more hatred than he had ever known. He summoned a massive fireball in both of his hands and pointed them to the human. With a mighty roar, Asgore let his full power loose in a streak of rainbow fire so powerful its heat cracked the room's floor and the Barrier itself.
The blast engulfed the human, burnt past her, and smouldered rock. The burst of flame continued to engulf the throne room and Judgement Hall, then continuing down to New Home. The whole Underground was set a flame.
But the human still refused to die.
With a manic cackle, the human, now glowing red with DETERMINATION, strode forward to Asgore. Seeing this, the King Of All Monsters yelled once more. Behind him, the Barrier shattered. If anyone were around to see it, the king's fire blast had reached the Ruins. The CORE was suffering major system failure, and would likely send the whole Underground into oblivion. Assuming someone wasn't going to do it first.
The fallen human raised her knife, pure black with all the HATE she had. Asgore put more effort into her blast, but it wasn't enough. With a final cackle, the human struck down with her knife. Asgore's armor failed him, his health bar was instantly eliminated, and the remaining souls all shattered. Asgore should've felt a pain unlike anything he ever had, but he didn't.
Once again, the world was reduced to nothingness.
AN: Here we go.
This is going to be the first of four expository chapters, so forgive me for my slow build up.
Also, expect long intervals between chapters. I'm not the fastest writer, and only write when I have a decent amount of free time on my hands.
Until then, Enth signing out.
(EDIT: Frisk is actually the eighth fallen human.)