DISCLAIMER: I do not own Undertale. It is the respective legal property of Toby "Annoying Dog" Fox.
A.N.: I was just sitting around with fuck all to do, so I thought; yeah, why not?
This is basically a Post-Pacifist story involving Frisk and Flowey based on a fan-comic I remember reading somewhere when I finally played the game last year. I swear, I have not let a day pass without a little bit of Undertale in my life. This story may also end up being a two-shot (maybe three) depending on what I can accomplish in 1,500-2,000 words per chapter.
And just a few things to clarify; Frisk is gender-neutral in this story and will referred to with they/them pronouns. They have not done a Genocide route (much like I haven't), but they have done the neutral/pacifist route a few times (4 times, tops) before letting the monsters finally have their peace. They stayed with Toriel, sans and he, the GREAT PAPYRUS are respectively his Dunkle and Brunkle (Brother-Uncle) and they remember each time they RESET the timeline.
Everybody got that? Yes? Good. ON WITH THE SHOW!
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It was amazing how quickly humankind was willing to let Monsters integrate with society. Barely a month has passed and already, laws were set so that Monsters would be recognised as legal citizens and thus, were allowed to purchase land around Mt Ebbot to set up their new home, which their mighty former King Asgore aptly named New-New Home. No doubt more proof that said former monarch was simply terrible at naming things, but his sincerity and enthusiasm made it hard for anyone, even his ex-wife, to argue with him. Thus, with how quickly things went, it was all the more cathartic for Frisk when they learned that their job as Ambassador for the Monsters was simply relegated to signing a few papers and allowing Toriel to adopt them.
Everything seemed so perfect for everyone; Mettaton starting his new show along with Napstablook providing music, Papyrus improving on his cooking beyond spaghetti and becoming head chef at a new restaurant (not to mention his brand new red sports car), Alphys slowly coming out of her shell working at a research facility to determine a clean source of renewable energy, Undyne quickly rising in the ranks of the local police force along with the dogs of the former Royal Guard (with rumours spreading she's planning to pop the question to her adorable dweeb lizard girlfriend), Toriel in charge of her own school with Asgore as her groundskeeper, and Sans… well, he's moved from whoopie cushions to electric buzzers in his hand, but he is still the same lazybones cracking bad puns and annoying his brother in the process. Who knows? Maybe he'll finally pay off that tab at Grillby's.
That's not to say there wasn't any protest whatsoever, especially from elderly figures who read stories of the Monsters being vicious killers. But through perseverance and, of course, DETERMINATION, Frisk was able to find peace for every Monster, even those such as Mad Dummy or Burgerpants.
So, with that said, why exactly did Frisk feel… unsatisfied, if we were to choose the word?
As they sat at the windowsill of their bedroom, a plate of half-eaten butterscotch-cinnamon pie in their lap, staring out into the field of green where they could see Monster Kid, Lesser Dog and a few Temmie's running around, the thought still entered their head; what's wrong? What could be missing now that they had everything in place for a perfect life? They weren't planning on RESETTING anytime soon, or ever if it could be helped. They made a promise to Sans that they wouldn't put everyone through that Hell ever again. And they certainly won't give them Hell now that everyone made it to the surface and have their roles in live finally cut out for them.
And like a swing of Undyne's spear, the thought finally hit them; not EVERYONE was on the surface.
There is still one person who has been left behind; one who was long believed to be dead for at least a hundred years, maybe more. The only other being who could RESET the timeline over and over and over, just because they could. And because they "could", they "had to", right? And yet, that person was arguably one the most important people, if not the most important person, on Frisk's journey through the Underground to free the Monsters. The person who shattered the Barrier at the cost of their own happiness.
Flowey. This timeline was missing Flowey.
Or rather, it was missing Asriel Dreemurr.
He chose to stay behind, to let himself become Flowey again. After everything that has happened because of him, even if no-one remembers it, he felt that he deserved to stay down there and become soulless again. It was for everyone. It was for their happy ending. It was the least he could do after he has hurt everyone time and time again.
But Frisk wasn't going to let him rot down there.
Knowing that everyone deserves a happy ending and after grabbing a flowerpot and spade from the kitchen cupboard... they were filled with DETERMINATION.
But first, they needed to text Dunkle Sans. He kinda owed them own.
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They didn't get a text back from the lazybones at first, but quickly figured out where to find him; Grillby's. Walking into the grease-hole, Frisk found their skull faced Dunkle sitting on a bar stool guzzling on his bottle of ketchup, a small basket of fries sitting in front of him. Frisk smiled and walked up to him, sitting on the stool next to him. And as soon as they sat down, they heard the familiar noise of a whoopie cushion.
"… heh, heh, heh… still haven't learned to check the seats, huh bucko?"
Frisk couldn't hold it in and burst out into laughter, Sans joining them with his baritone chuckles.
"so; how can i help ya, frisk? or are ya just here for a chuckle or two? i need ya tibia honest with me, 'k kid?"
After a good minute of laughter, Frisk was finally able to calm down, though their smile slowly faded off of their face.
"Dunkle Sans… I need to ask you something."
Sans held up one of his ketchup covered fries.
"fry away, bucko."
"… Do… do you think even the worst person deserves a second chance?"
Sans' white pupils suddenly vanished, though his smile never dropped despite small beads of sweat crawling down.
"… why? something eatin' at ya, buddy?"
"Yeah… for about a month now, everyone's been on the surface, living happily with humans. I was just thinking if you thought some people, even people you hated, deserved another chance."
For a solid minute, there was an awkward silence between the two, only slightly broken when Frisk thanked Grillby for bringing over a glass of milk for them, putting it on Sans' seemingly endless tab.
"… this is about that weed, isn't it?"
"… Yeah."
"kid listen to me; i get that ya wanna be able to save everyone. but sometimes, ya just gotta accept some people might not wanna be saved, or just can't be saved no matter what ya do. trust me; i should know."
But Frisk wouldn't be deterred.
"But that doesn't mean that they don't deserve it. I've been trying my best to help everyone with their problems and look at us now. Mom has her own school, Asgore is patching things up with her, Brunkle Papyrus gets to be a great chef; even Alphys finally got her shot at being who she wants to be and isn't so afraid anymore."
"except Al had Undyne by her side the whole way, right?"
"Point being; they're finally where they want to be. And after Flo- I mean, Asriel, broke the Barrier, shouldn't they get a happy ending too?"
Another minute of silence passed the pair by as Frisk sipped on their milk and Sans just lightly tapped his bottle of ketchup every few seconds. Sans sighed.
"ya aren't gonna change ya mind, are ya?"
"Nope!"
The pupils came back into Sans' eye sockets and the sweat on his skull disappeared.
"alright kid; what are ya gonna do?"
Frisk smiled.
"I'm gonna need a helmet, a flashlight, a 50-foot rope and some gardening soil!"
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Aaaaaaaaaaand that's where I'll stop now.
Like I said earlier, this may be a two-shot depending on how much I write per chapter. And before you ask; yes, Sans was referring to Gaster when he said some people just can't be saved.
Worry not; I have my own plans for the man who speaks in hands for another time
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Later, taters!