DISCLAIMER: I do not own Undertale! I'm just part of its extensive fanbase! (Lord help the craziest shippers, for they have created much sin... that I almost entirely approve of...)

A/N: This started as just a one shot, but I kinda want it to continue! If anyone else does too, leave a review! Ideas would be appreciated =D


The sound of their breathing was the last thing they heard. It was shallow and harsh, as though the little air that made its way into their lungs was fighting to get out, but not fast. Like the air was in no rush about leaving their body as it died...

This death wasn't a bad one, the human supposed. Undyne had speared them beneath the mountain inside the mountain (how did that even work), fighting hard for what she believed in. They'd kept trying to SPARE her, but she never accepted it. That would always be a constant for Undyne, fighting until she had no choice but to stop.

Closing their eyes, their breaths became more and more spaced out, until finally, they just... stopped...

Oh, how tired they were...


Undyne gazed at the human body impaled upon her spear with some trepidation. She'd almost expected it to dust, what with how delicate it seemed, how fragile it was. Well... no matter. The fleshy wimp hadn't even fought back...

The fish woman stopped herself. It was rude to insult the dead, and there was no way she was going to be disrespectful to an opponent who reminded her of Asgore. So, with the care she generally didn't show, she let the spear dissipate and caught the human on her armored shoulder.

"UNDYNE? IS THAT... DID YOU CAPTURE THE HUMAN?"

The fish woman cursed in her mind, and thinking fast, quickly rambled, "Yeah, the punk passed out on me so I'm taking them to Alphys." It wasn't a complete lie. She was taking the human to Alphys, but to get a container for their soul. Holding it without letting it dissipate or absorbing it was rather... uncomfortable.

"OH NO! ARE THEY HURT!? WILL THEY BE OKAY!?" The poor skeleton looked like he was about to cry, and about to run over in worry, but the fish woman quickly held up a hand.

"Yeah, don't worry, the little punk's fine. Alphys will patch them up, but I think they're going on vacation soon. Maybe you should make some spaghetti for them to take on their trip?"

"REALLY!? WOWIE! I'LL GO MAKE SOME NOW, AND HELP THEM PACK!" He turned and sprinted off towards Snowdin, his bones clacking gently as he did so.

Undyne breathed a sigh of relief, and made her way towards Hotland, making sure to remove her metal armor before reaching the bridge. The last time she'd forgotten to remove her armor, she'd almost become a fried fish, and Sans had said way too many fish puns. That was enough to make her almost spear him... almost.

The Lab came in sight, and the doors slid open to reveal Alphys, waiting for the fish woman's arrival. "C-come in, I h-have the s-soul j-jar ready."

The human was brought in, laid down on a cot, in a strange black bag that Alphys found in the dump. She assured that it was meant to carry humans, but it seemed too big for the body. No doubt that was because it was intended for larger, adult humans. As the lizard worked, patching up the wound and beginning to wrap them up in a sort of mummy style- Asgore hadn't wanted to deal with them after the third human- Undyne watched her, a slight smile on her face.

The fish had a crush on the lizard, and it was pretty much known to everyone but the lizard herself... the same could be said for the lizard's crush on the fish. Their mutual friends were wondering when the two would lady up and get together, but it seemed neither were ready to yet. And now that the barrier was about to be broken- finally!- they'd probably get too busy for each other.

When all was set and done, Alphys took the soul jar and handed it to Undyne, preferring to wheel the human body up in the elevators. This was a routine that they'd adopted for the humans that'd been captured before they'd reached the CORE. The way the souls fluttered slightly in their jars was unnerving to the scientist, and the dead bodies that remained behind were somewhat sickening to the captain, so they'd made this arrangement early on. It was more efficient.

When they reached the throne room, Undyne stepped forward. "King Asgore, we have the final soul. Finally... the Barrier can be broken." The relief in her voice was palpable, and the buzz of excitement barely present at the start was quite present by the end of her comment. Despite everything, the fish woman was excited to meet the flowery swordswomen and robots depicted in anime, and particularly itching to get her hands on one of their giant swords... but her excitement dimmed at the King's expression.

Asgore felt as though he'd been the one who just died, instead of the human that lay so still and dead in that black bag outside the throne room. It wearied him, and the thought of what would come next had haunted him since he'd heard that the last human needed had arrived in the Underground. As his citizens knew, he was a fuzzy pushover, but now he needed to put that away and take out his resolve... and muster the will to face the future.

"Howdy! Excellent work, Undyne. Since you were a child, you have always been a good fighter... I am glad I trained you. Now comes the hardest part of our journey as monsters yet..."


Arrangements were made, and Asgore brought forth the other six souls, all seven glowing softly before him in a rainbow of light. With a heavy heart, he unlocked them one by one, absorbing them one by one, and closed his eyes as his body began to glow...

The Barrier was shattered in a pulse of mass color rivaling that of the Northern Lights, its sparkling remains falling upon the mountainside like a mist of wistful memories. Monsterkind convened under the shattered twilight sky, a meeting under cover of night with their beloved King Asgore giving them a speech full of hope. Trying times were approaching, but their liberation was at hand...

Word spread quickly from those who had been awake to witness the Barrier's breaking. Monsters roaming free again... Most of humanity had forgotten of them, only knowing the superstition of the mountain taking people who climbed it, and even that was mostly forgotten... but some humans remembered. Tales passed down in old stories from many generations before, documents held in government possession making war easier...

Soon Monsterkind and Humanity were locked together in a deadly battle to the finish.

However, all hope was not lost. There was a substantial group who wanted peace, and who would do anything to achieve it, except kill another. The last human who fell was a part of this group, perhaps not as innocent like most would want to believe, but keeping a certain tenderness in their heart as they traveled on. It was with this resolve that the peaceful group interfered in battles, preventing humans from killing monsters and monsters from killing humans, even at the cost of their own lives...