I had another idea. Prepare for drama.
Chara stalked through the judgement hall at almost half her usual pace, head on a swivel. This run had been weird. Five beautiful genocides that had always ended the same, with Sans, Flowey, the souls, and sometimes Asgore standing beyond the barrier. Once they hadn't even bothered to show up. But the last two runs she had seen Flowey following her with a camera draped around his stem. And this run...well... She hadn't seen anyone yet.
._.
Striding into Asgore's garden, she realised why.
"Hello, my old friend." Said Asriel Dreemur.
Chara rolled her eyes. "So that's why I didn't see Toriel this run. You stole everyone's soul to be strong enough to fight me?"
The giant floating form shook its head. "I didn't steal them. I accepted them. Me and Sans showed everyone what a monster you really are. They're all helping me destroy you."
Chara grinned. "Let's see about that." She was filled with determination.
Wait a minute.
What?
Why couldn't she save?
Asriel chuckled, and she saw a familiar twinkle of light behind the Absolute God Of Hyperdeath. (Or something similarly ridiculous.)
Asriel chuckled. "You fool. That soul you stole from Frisk may be more determined than any of us. But not all of us. All of me. So I get to load the saves. And when I kill you, I'm going to save over it and die to split back into the separate monsters, so no one ever has to go through this again. And Frisk, if you're in there... I'm sorry."
Chara felt a blossoming of warmth from the passenger inside her, and shrugged. "There's a problem with that plan, ol' buddy. You have to beat me first."
Asriel grinned back at her. "A corrupted child with nothing but a knife and a heart locket facing against a righteous God. What do you know... It fills me with DETERMINATION!"
Another twinkle of light appeared behind him, Chara readied her knife-
._.
And groaned as a flood of memories rocked her. "How many times have I gone through this again?"
"379" Asriel stated. You've almost beaten me 379 times. But I can just reset every time. How long do you think it will be before I get in one lucky hit?"
Chara didn't even respond. She just lashed out with her knife, cleaving across Asriel's chest. It had no effect, of course. She knew from 379 previous fights that she had to wear him down, wait for him to tire himself out. Which took hours. A sphere of Gaster Blasters surrounded her soul and began firing white, orange and blue beams randomly. The red heart dodged them all.
Chara just smiled and attacked again, putting on her most sadistic face. Don't show weakness. Don't show boredom. You need to seem implacable. Then some choice words...
"It's a shame, really."
The soul twisted away from a flurry of flames.
"It's like my position has been reversed with Sans."
Bones zipped around the soul, flashing white and blue.
"Except it hasn't."
A cannon formed in the sky and fired multicoloured blasts of energy.
"Because no matter what you do..."
Miss
"No matter how many times you try..."
Miss
"You still..."
Miss
"Can't"
Rainbows flashed across the room, tearing the walls and floor apart, the soul transformed into every colour imaginable, the annoying dog used the absorbed artifact, Chara was near blinded as she was subjected to attacks with miniscule areas of safety...
And the soul didn't crack.
._.
First was the weaker monsters. As Asriel was weakened, so was the unity of the souls within him. First, Shyren's determination faltered. Then the Froggits' from the ruins. One by one, the monsters of the underground stopped believing that they could win.
The combined, unfaltering determination of the human souls and all Frisk's true friends, Sans, Undyne, Toriel, the lot, were almost enough to keep it balanced between them and the horror before them. The equilibrium lasted a good few seconds. Until, tired from the fighting, pained by her previous actions, unwilling to fight any longer...
Alphys' will crumbled.
._.
There was a bright flash of light and Sans was separate again, but before he hit the ground he flicked a finger and Chara's soul turned blue, she flew backwards through the door and into the grey house. Sans landed and looked around. The seven souls were scattered across the room, as were the monsters of the underground. Many hadn't survived the parting. Papyrus was unconscious beside him, Asgore and Toriel were supporting each other, and Alphys was being cradled by Undyne, muttering "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." To herself over and over.
Flowey popped up beside him. The little plant had absorbed the green soul immediately. "What do we do, Smiley?"
Sans grimaced. "We fall back to operation no escape. Get the souls, Asgore and Tori through the barrier. And...get Pap out. Please."
Flowey nodded, glad he could feel the concern, and began manipulating them with vines.
Sans stood in front of the remaining monsters and fired a Gaster Blaster into the air, grimacing under the strain. He had almost gotten used to the power of the human soul. "Alright." He stated, as everyone turned their heads towards him. "Either me and Undyne mercy kill you... Or we leave you to that thing."
The Feels! I kinda figured that it took a lot of determination to be moreso than Frisk and Chara, and that the only thing that could do that would be Asriel Dreemur. Or, ya know, if Undyne had a kid with flowey, but that's probably already an M rated fic, huh? Still, just because it could work, that doesn't mean i think it would. remember when Asriel was talking about the emotions of his individual souls?
anyway, please review with your own ideas, or, y'know, the best thing about Mettaton, and i'll see y'all...probably sunday.
