Credit Note: The usage of the characters and world from the main Undertale canon are credited to Toby Fox. The pictures edited and used for this story are credited to Figburn of Undertale Yellow. The usage of Clover in their current state are credited to Litvac and MasterSwordRemix from Undertale Yellow among others used to help develop the project.
Undertale
The Human Influence
Rotation 1: Day 7
Justice
Rain is falling. Birds are silent, flowers are covered in dust. On days like these, kids like them…
"YOU…!" Chara growls, clutching her blood red knife as hard as she can, looking at the enemy in front of her. A human not much unlike herself, perhaps physically older at around twenty something years old, stands before her. A thunderbolt crackles through the storm, illuminating this place.
It's been a decade since the events in the Underground, and since the barrier was set to decay over 5 years, humans and monsters have been living on the surface in relative peace for a long time… but recently, tensions sparked due to unknown circumstances and another war broke out. The third monster war, the first when the humans corralled them underground, and the second when Asgore deemed that all humans that fall into their domain must die… now… now in this cruel modern age the third world has split the world to pieces. No longer a child, Chara stands within this temple, knowing that this murderer would find his way to them.
Within the temple, Frisk resides, and Chara won't let this person reach him.
"Do you hold onto your morals? Do you believe your actions justified?" The human speaks up, his eyes never breaking the shadow of the hat upon his head. Dressed in a duster and similar boots, this man standing before Chara is none other than the Aspect of Justice who fell into the Underground in the past…
But why is he here? Why has he done these things?
"I have no idea what you're talking about, you're the one with hands covered in blood and monster dust! But I don't understand, we reset the universe, set it to new specifications, Frisk gave you your life back, why are you here? Why are you killing us?!"
"You still don't get it. Five years, and a bloody world war- and you STILL don't get it. We all heard the call of the Worldsoul, Chara."
"What are you talking about?!"
"When you rewrote the rules of the land and restored the memories to everyone… to Toriel, to Asgore, and everyone in between… it also affected us on the surface. The humans that once fell into the Underground suddenly awoke one day, their eyes replete with the memories of what transpired down there long ago."
"Is that all this is?! You taking your revenge on the monsters for killing you?!"
"No. We are all aware that THAT universe is gone now, and we were given a new one… one that Frisk ruined, one wracked by grief, war, and genocide. We could have lived in peace, but instead the monsters declared a third war on us… and those of us who recall the events in the Underground were not going to go quietly, not again." The man before her preaches, rain cascading off of his cowboy hat, his 6 chamber revolver in his holster, dangerously close to his hand.
"So what, are you going to fight me? Surely you know that my LOVE is far greater than yours, 9999. What is yours? 1? 5? 10?"
"You've spent too much time with monsters, Chara, you've forgotten what it means to be human."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" She yells out as the Justice human quickly draws and shoots Chara in the arm, causing extreme pain and knocking her on the ground! She claps her hand over the wound and backs away to the wall, gaining distance. The ground is wet from the rain that pours from the cracks in the temple ceiling.
"Levels of violence? Don't make me laugh. Humans in our infinite flaws have been killing each other since time immemorial. Such emotional barriers don't affect us. We are not monsters, we are HUMAN. You have forgotten this."
"Gah… s-so what now? Are you just gonna kill me and Frisk? Is that it?"
"If I do that, Frisk will be forced to reload his game. It makes sense since our great countries have fallen, all our kings and presidents dead, that the human in control of the timelines be here, at this temple. He's still in control, I should have known that earlier. I will kill Frisk, and he will reload his save file, then he will be forced to fix his mess, or he will know that at the end of this sinful path lies me." He says, pointing his revolver at Chara.
"Who... are you?!"
"The name is Clover." The human says, a single one of his eyes shining from under his cowboy hat, locking with Chara's vision.
CLOVER
*ATK 35 *DEF 25
*A spirit of the past given directive, this human fights for what he believes is right and is driven not by DETERMINATION, but by JUSTICE.
Chara quickly jumps to her feet, but her left arm is completely numb! She summons magical knives from around her to create a red storm of blades! She fires them at Clover, but he simply backs up with remarkable speed! Her eyes go wide as he fires his second shot at her! She draws as many knives as she can to defend herself, but the bullet goes through hundreds of them before blasting past her face, stripping skin and blood from her cheek! It grazed her…
"Humankind has abandoned magic since the age of monsters, you know. There was no need for it, no need for wizards anymore. Monsters in their infinite magical potential were limited by their physical bodies, being unable to hold even a base amount of Determination, or even water. A single bullet is all it usually takes. Your fancy attacks mean nothing to me." He says, hand on his hat as the wind from the thunderstorm picks up, beginning to flood the temple! Chara growls and goes on the offensive, slashing wildly at Clover!
She slashes down with her knife, cutting Clover's jacket slightly. He retaliates by hitting her in the side of the head with his gun's handle! Chara gets knocked off guard from the pistol whip and quickly bounds to safety as Clover fires his third bullet, having it ricochet off the stone pillars she hides behind! She falls to her knees and tries to fight back the sound of rushing water in her ear since Clover bashed it with his gun. Chara can't hear, everything is ringing and her left arm won't work.
She's made peace with the fact that she might die here.
"So what DO you fight for, Chara? For so long we six humans thought of you as special, but now that I see you today, you're nothing but a little girl with far too much bark… and not enough bite."
"I fight for my family, Clover! The family you killed!"
"Funny, I was going to say the same thing!" Clover dashes behind the pillar and takes aim at Chara who uses her knife to twist Clover's weapon out of his hand as she headbutts him, a small trail of blood leaving his nose! She picks the gun up but Clover pulls another gun out from his duster! They both take aim and fire!
…
Chara missed.
Clover didn't.
Chara falls onto her back with a splash. The splash was mostly water, but partly blood. There is a hole in her chest. She looks down at it. She knows she's going to die. She can't feel either her arms or legs, her body feels cold. Clover stands over her. She can easily see his eyes now.
"I take no pleasure in this, Chara. I will put you out of your misery."
Chara can't say anything. Her lungs refuse to fill with air. The last thing she remembers is Clover's gun obscuring her vision, and a flash of light.
Clover walks down the stone stairs to the core of this temple.
The Temple of Determination.
Since before the first monster human war, humanity has told legends of great heroes and how they display the aspects that make them such. Of those many aspects, the greatest and most mythical is the Aspect of Determination, treated almost as a religion due to its uncommon presence.
The first war was a blowout. The entire monster race was brought to heel and the humans lost not a single casualty. While humanity is generally stronger than monsterkind, the thought of being able to pacify their entire race without a single human falling was too much to comprehend. This temple was erected to preserve the idea that it was because of a single hero, a human of unbound Determination that controlled fate and ensured that their compatriots finished the war without a single death.
This temple stands in testament to mankind's unbridled capacity to kill without being killed, and here at its core, Frisk remains. Clover knows it. A dark shadow has fallen over this world and with Chara dead, there's only one loose end left.
Reaching the deepest room of the temple, Clover can make out the shape of a single human within.
"Frisk. Load your game." Clover demands, reloading his guns. Frisk turns around with a neutral expression on his face. He too has aged a bit since the events in the underground. He's a bit taller, but still lathe and lacking masculine features.
"Don't you want to at least talk about this? For a man on a quest as bloody as yours, surely you can afford a few words for an old friend."
"…" Clover at first says nothing, but he lowers his weapons. Frisk turns around and shows Clover to a small table. There are two chairs beside it and two teacups atop it. Frisk nears the table and begins to pour from a teapot.
"Please, sit."
"You know I've come to kill you, right?"
"Mm. I learned from someone wise beyond my own years that if you don't make time for pleasantries, they won't ever come. You will live your entire life without a cup of tea or a game of catch. So please, if you would afford me this mild gesture…" Frisk says with a genuine voice. Clover knows from so long ago that Frisk is not an evil person. Frisk was determined to set this world to his specifications, and he did so without wronging even one of his friends. He stared death in the face countless times and emerged victorious because of his friends' conviction towards helping him. He is convinced that the tea isn't poisoned or something, and sits at the table. Frisk does the same.
Clover takes a sip. The tea is kind of cold.
"Sorry. I made this tea a while ago, I was expecting Chara to come down and have some. But… you know how it is."
"…"
"I know what you're here to do, but if you don't mind hearing me out really quick… Asriel told me something before he left yesterday, never to come back. I know what happened to him… I know what happened to all of them… he told me that he could feel a darkness squirming around this world. We checked the Worldsoul, and although it's still cracked from ten years ago, it was not corrupted by the darkness… we don't know why, but we do know when… a week ago."
"A week? What happened then?"
"We don't really know. A darkness crept up and… hah, well, you were there last week, huh? Everything just… started. Humans killed monsters, monsters killed humans, souls were absorbed, abominations were born, cities were destroyed, kings presidents and despots were assassinated… all in a week. I've lost everyone I've loved."
"You're not alone in that sentiment, Frisk. I come to give the fallen retribution."
"So you seek to kill me."
"Killing you will force you to load, and change this world. When was your last save point?"
"Exactly a week ago, after Asriel told me about what he felt."
"Then do it."
"He told me to hold on as long as I can, Clover. I can't load, not yet."
"Everyone is dead, Frisk. There is nothing left. Just you and me. Not a single human or monster remains on this entire planet with the exception of you… and me. What is there to wait for?"
"… I don't know. To be honest, I was a bit unsure about the whole idea. After Asgore died, I wanted to load so bad, but Asriel told me not to. When he left yesterday, he never came back. Was it you? Did you kill Asriel?"
"No. I never met Asriel. Where did he go?"
"… You know… he never told me. He was being very weird last night. But… I suppose we've spoken enough. You want me to load? Well, I can't do that. Not yet."
"Then I guess I have no choice."
"…"
*FRISK
*ATK 1 *DEF 1
*The world's New Prince, creator of the new order and aspect of DETERMINATION, Frisk fights for the betterment of the world of Humans and Monsters.
Clover starts the battle by drawing both of his pistols and firing, but Frisk dodges both of them to his surprise! Chara's power was arguably above Frisk's but he literally dodged two bullets at the same time. Clover's eyes go wide as the room shines and Frisk draws his trademark weapon!
"WORLDSOUL!" Frisk yells out, slashing at Clover, causing a wave of magic to engulf the room, but Clover breaks the wave with a stomp of his spurred boot, causing a gust of air to split the magic in half! He takes aim again at Frisk with one of his guns and fires, but Frisk slashes the bullet in half, the two halves spinning across the room as Frisk lunges forward with WORLDSOUL, the blade that rewrote the rules of the world! Clover nimbly dodges the thrust and kicks forward, knocking the wind out of Frisk and then shooting at him! Frisk barely has the capacity to move, but the bullet fires into his leg! He winces, but continues onward, landing a keen hit on Clover's chest, cutting parts of his duster to ribbons and drawing blood!
With a wave patterned rainbow blade and a heart shaped hilt, WORLDSOUL is more function than form, but it still serves its job as an actual blade when push comes to shove, and Frisk has won his fair share of impossible battles with and without it. Frisk rushes forward, his leg still screaming out in pain and his blade locks with Clover's two guns that form a cross to block the sword! Clover yells out and fires both of his guns at the same time, causing Frisk to flinch which Clover uses to charge in and punch him in the chest!
Frisk falls to the wet floor and Clover takes out his boot knife and slashes down, but Frisk rolls out of the way and kicks Clover in the face, knocking his cowboy hat off! Clover wipes his face and takes aim, firing a shot at Frisk, narrowly missing and causing it to spark along the stone floor. Frisk rises to his feet, but the bullet in his leg fires up and forces him to his knees in pain! Clover takes this as his chance and he rushes at Frisk! Frisk raises WORLDSOUL as Clover slashes down with his boot knife!
…
0/20 HP
0/50 HP
They both go silent, blood coursing to the floor of this temple.
"Ha… guess… you're gonna reload anyway, huh…?"
"Asriel… I'm… sorry…"
They both crumble upon the floor of the Temple of Determination.
-GAME OVER-
Frisk, wake up, I've got something to tell you!
Author's Note: I'm rehosting the Unseen Influence Trilogy on account of my patron vanishing. This story will be deleted if he ever returns. Until then, enjoy yourself.