Who's this Viperwatcher dude? And why does his name ring a bell?

Hey guys, what's up? Viperwatcher here.

It's been a long time since the last story I posted but I'm finally back after my super long hiatus, at a different fandom too, I might add. All I can say is, time moves on and things change. But enough about that! I hope you guys like this story I wrote.

There may be some plotholes that I may have overlooked and for that, I apologize in advance. I tried my best in making all the canon characters stay in character, but I had to improvise at certain points, since I really couldn't imagine how they would react. Lastly, Undertale fanfic fans who are reading this, please take note: I am not a pro at writing so don't expect me to be great because I am not.

So with all that said and done, I present the 1st chapter of my new story,

An Undertale Story

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my characters and the story itself. Other canon characters are owned by their respective companie.

Exclaimer: To people who don't like the story, just don't read it.

Chapter 1

Amends

He did it.

He finally did it.

He was scared, he was worried but above it all, he knew it was the right thing to do. Asriel Dreemurr walked down the path, not really caring where his legs would bring him. He felt tired, exhaustion finally beginning to set in. Who knew that breaking a magical barrier that sealed your kind for who knows how long would take that much toll on you? His breathing felt ragged and even though he felt like he just wanted to collapse onto the floor, he felt compelled to just keep walking. He didn't want it to be here. Not in the presence of these people; and most importantly, not in the presence of Frisk.

Frisk didn't deserve to see him like this; not after everything that he had done.

Asriel wasn't proud of it. He had done unspeakable things to these people; toyed with their lives like they were just a source of entertainment to him. And for reasons that was best summed up as: just because. He would understand why if they hated him or even more so if they want him to turn into nothing but dust. That is, if they would even remember the horrible things he had done. Most of them wouldn't. But Asriel knew one specific individual that knew more than he was letting on and he was the only person he could never beat either.

In the end, he didn't need their help to disappear.

He already felt it. Slowly, he felt the souls he had absorbed begin to disappear from inside him, and him going along with them. One by one, he felt his grip on his emotions begin to slowly go numb. This was it. This was really it. After being able to enjoy the time he was as Asriel Dreemurr, he was going to turn back into Flowey the Flower.

He sighed. He supposed it was his ultimate and final punishment for all the wrong things he had done as Flowey. If anything, it only felt more appropriate. But even if it did, he felt a twang of pain in his soul that was slowly shattering away. His thoughts went out to his parents who didn't even know he was just a mere distance away from them. In some of the timelines he had visited, he had made his presence known to them. But this only proved to make things worse as being in a soulless vessel didn't let him feel emotions. The most heartbreaking thing that ever happened to him was not feeling the love and warmth he normally had when he was with his parents.

A tear began to streak down his face. He missed that warmth. What he would do to just be able to feel that again. He could go back, but he didn't want to do that to his parents. He didn't want to let them see their child only to disappear again and be back as a flower. He didn't even know if he could bring himself to do it.

Their smiles. Their hugs. Their kisses.

The memories filled Asriel with warmth but even then that was disappearing itself. It wouldn't be long now. The thought of sleep was becoming more and more comforting with each step he took. He looked up and finally noted where he was. He was at the Ruins, at the one and only flower bed that existed there.

Chara. The name crossed his mind.

After everything that had happened, the human was still like a brother to him that he never had. Sure he wasn't the best person. He wasn't perfect. But even still, seeing past all that, he was still the other important person in his life. Asriel walked over to the flower bed and collapsed onto his knees feeling weaker. He barely could keep himself together at this point. The last of the monster souls had just left him, leaving him with only the human souls left. He tipped to the side and fell on the flower bed, spreading petals everywhere.

Tears slowly streamed from his face as he looked up to the light flowing down from the hole up in the ceiling. He felt the sun's rays warm his body. He wondered what the sun would look like. He hoped that everyone would enjoy it when they get to see it. They deserve it. That was when Frisk entered his mind.

Frisk and Chara looked uncannily similar, yet dramatically different from one another. And it was this difference that ended up saving everyone. Asriel smiled to himself, feeling a warmth in his chest. It was also what ended up helping him as well. He owed everything to Frisk. Even though the time they spent with each other was practically filled with nothing but him trying to kill him, the human still never gave up. His resolve never faltered. His mission never changing. Even at the brink of death, the human faced it head on with a bright smile and a big heart. A heart big enough to stop the most dangerous of foes.

Even him.

Chara may not have climbed Mt. Ebott with the best of intentions but Frisk…he never knew why he did what he did. But Asriel was grateful nonetheless. Frisk never gave up for what he believed in. And most importantly, Frisk never gave up on him. Asriel wanted that kind of friend. He wanted Frisk. But now, he wasn't going to get either.

At the very least however, he was happy that they were going to be happy.

Then, he felt it. One by one, the human souls slowly started freeing themselves from him. One, two, three, four, followed by the fifth one and then finally the sixth one. Six human souls floated in front of him, symbolizing their respective human traits.

Asriel closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable. In just a matter of moments he would feel it. He would feel numb and in a blink of an eye, he'd become Flowey the Flower again, a soulless vessel for a monster like him. He could no longer maintain his monster form due to the fact that his soul had long been gone.

But then…

He opened his eyes, and the souls were still there. Normally by now they would have faded away already, much like the other monster souls he had with him earlier. Yet they were here, as if…as if wanting to keep him company? He wasn't sure. They floated ominously in front of him, pulsating vibrantly, radiating him with their light. Then, they floated back down.

To his surprise, they floated near him. Asriel wiped away the tears that were on his face and tried to understand what was going on. What were the souls doing? As if answering his question, the souls began to slowly…fuse together. One by one, they each combined together right in front of him, and each and every fuse he could feel warmth radiating from the soul that was being created. Inevitably, the final soul joined the others and right in front of him was one soul.

It was made of pure white.

It looked like a monster soul yet…it felt different. Asriel couldn't comprehend what was happening. What was going on? The white soul on the other hand floated towards him and to his surprise, rested itself completely on his chest, where his soul would have been. Immediately, the hollow feeling he normally felt from being soulless disappeared.

He felt…whole again.

The feeling of being able to feel emotions came back to him. His tired body felt rejuvenated, all sense of exhaustion disappearing completely.

He felt…

Ever since everything happened. Ever since turning into Flowey and doing all those horrid things. Ever since resigning himself to the fate that he thought he would never be able to see his family again. To never see Frisk ever again.

Tears began to freely flow from his eyes as a warm smile formed on his face.

For the first time, he felt alive.

"Asriel?"

The monster looked up to see someone walking up to him, emerging from the darkness. Just from the voice alone, he knew who it was-seeing the striped design shirt only cemented this further. It was none other than Frisk himself. The human's expression was full of nothing but concern. It changed however to a look of relief upon his eyes meeting Asriel's.

"Asriel!" The human ran up to him and immediately pulled him into a hug. "Why did you run off?"

"I…" Asriel was dazed and confused. Emotions piled up inside him. It was all so new to him. It was downright overwhelming. "I-I…" He broke down and started crying on Frisk's shoulder, hugging the human tightly back. "I got scared…"

Frisk smiled, patting his back. "There's nothing to be scared about, Asriel. I'm sure your mother and father are very worried about you. We're all here for you." He pulled back and looked at the monster in the eyes. "I was worried about you. Asriel, I'm here for you."

Asriel wiped the tears from his face. "Thanks, Frisk. I just got scared. I didn't…I didn't want them to see me…"

"Turn into a flower?"

Asriel nodded silently. Even just from the sheer mention of being a flower frightened him. He never wanted to be back in that form ever again.

"I understand your fears. But I'm sure your mother and father would still love to see you."

"I know. I just…I don't want them to feel grief again."

"They'd be happier to know that you're alive and well. To know that Asriel Dreemurr, there one and only son, to be alive."

Asriel let out a light short laugh. It was refreshing. That was probably the first time he laughed because of genuine good interest instead of bad reasons. "You're just saying that. Dad already told you that you could be like a family at one point before I…" He trailed and shook his head. He didn't want to remember what he did afterwards at that point in the timeline. Asriel glanced at Frisk then said, "I suppose that would make us brothers."

"I would love to have you as my brother, whether or not you'd be a flower doesn't matter to me." Frisk smiled at him. "That is, if you would have me."

Asriel smiled back, hugging Frisk again. Hearing him say those words meant a lot to him. Frisk returned the hug, before helping the monster back up to his feet. "I'll take that as a yes." He then asked, "So uh…How…how long do you have anyway?"

"I don't know," Asriel answered. He looked at Frisk confused. "I…Frisk, the souls they…"

Frisk's brow rose. "What did they do?"

"They uh…I don't know what they did. But they…" Asriel scratched his head, unable to find the words to describe what he was feeling in his chest, literally.

"What happened, Asriel?"

Asriel bit his lip, then decided to summon his soul deep from within him. He let out deep breaths as he held his floating soul in his cupped hands to let Frisk see. The human's reaction was pretty much the same as his. Shock, surprise, confusion and curiosity all flashed through the human's face. Frisk blinked madly, even going so far to rub his eyes to check that he wasn't seeing things.

"Asriel is that…is that…?" He looked up to the monster for an answer.

Asriel nodded. "It's a soul."

"I can't believe it…you have a soul now. Where did it come from?"

"The human souls earlier-they did something weird. It's like…instead of fading away they…they fused together." Asriel summoned the soul back into him. He breathed deeply, feeling the familiar warmth radiating inside him. "It was like…they gave this to me."

"You know what this means, right?" Frisk asked, a happy smile forming on his face.

Asriel nodded, feeling forever grateful to the six human souls for what they did for him. To give him this second chance; a chance to live again. A chance to have this happy ending.

"It's…"

Asriel's lips trembled but he pushed himself further to say the next words.

"It's my soul now."

Author's Notes:

Yes, I know the title isn't all that great. I'm bad at making titles, like Asgore.

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