(Theme: Undertale - His Theme (Anomaly Remix))
It's a beautiful day outside.
The barrier is destroyed.
The monsters are free.
All is well...
"Don't you have anything better to do?"
Frisk fell into silence, and immediately crossed his arms. Asriel could only watch stupefied. "Frisk, I'm serious, they're all waiting for you." The fallen Prince said, a tone almost fit for his mother. Yet, the last fallen child pouted in resistance. A few awkward seconds passed by, before Frisk placed his arms down, as if letting something go. "Ah, you're finally lea-" Asriel began to speak his final goodbye, but the small, stripped figure of Frisk simply walked past.
Astonished by the stubbornness of this human, Asriel could only turn around to see what this sneaky hero was up to. Frisk, who was now currently standing on the small bed of yellow flowers, opened up his arms, as if impersonating an angel, fell backwards, and landed softly. Being one true to his age, Frisk pretended to make snow angels.
With his mouth slowly opening, Asriel could only speak a single word, "...Frisk." The tone was weak, almost begging the human. In turn, Frisk stopped all of a sudden. "I don't wanna." He said immaturely, and began to roll side to side in rebellion. It was at this point, Asriel was completely and utterly annoyed by Frisk's determination.
"Argh, you big idiot!" Asriel said as he finally ran out of patience for this human. Yet before acting, he could only smirk for a second, believing this is rather ironic since he has just tried to kill him. Yet he keeps refusing, but then again, I am annoyed. Asriel thought. Unleashing his final plan, he leaped, made a emotional battle cry, and Frisk could only open his eyes wide due to this surprise.
The two impacted and rolled with enough speed to move off the bed of flowers. At first the two struggled, believing that what they want is the right thing. But as they rolled to the other side of the room, slight giggles echoed through the open air, and by the time they came back to the flowers, they were laughing, as these children should do.
Rising to a kneel, the two let go. Asriel could easily spot the tears welling up in Frisk's eyes. "I don't want you to go..." He muttered, and as if releasing the bottle of emotions, the Prince immediately hugged Frisk. "I don't want to let go!" He yelled, allowing his tears to finally drop onto the stripped sweat. Frisk could only wrap his arms around him and smile, for it was his turn to cry. Time seemed meaningless, for the moment was fragile. "I promise... to never leave you." The human child quickly whispered, but then...
Clang!
The sound of a metallic object spread through the room. "Asriel!" A shocked voice called out. Looking up, slowly, a face of fear spread across the Prince's face. "Oh no... oh no." He said, desperately trying to shaking Frisk off, yet the grip only became tighter. A large group entered the area, and it was led by the King and former Queen. Asgore had dropped his crimson spear, and Toriel had a look that could describe a miracle. Asriel knew though, this was no miracle, only a timed illusion.
"My son!"
"My child!"
The two yelled in unison, and seemed to run with impossible speed. Frisk pushed the son into his parents arms, and they caught him with tender care. They were speechless, all three, yet Asriel was not as happy. "No... no, no, no." He said panicking, slightly pushing his parents apart, taking a single glance at Frisk. The human shrugged and tried to imitate an innocent whistle.
"What's wrong, Asriel?" Toriel said, her tone was shocked, after all, what kind of child would not want to be reunited with their family. "This... all of this..." Asriel tugged at his fur and clothing. "It's not... it's not going to last much longer." He said with a few tears dripping down his cheeks. Not before another second was wasted, he began crying in his parent's arms.
The rest of the group came along. Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys. "Hey Frisk, what's... uh... going on? Seems like a tearab-." Sans asked, taking a single glance of the family. "Finish that and I will end you, but yes, why are they hugging a mini Asgore? He has terrible taste in clothing." Papyrus immediately followed up. Frisk took a single, insulted look at Papyrus before turning to Sans. "It's Asriel. Asgore and Toriel's son. He..." He said, trailing off before suddenly smiling. "He broke the barrier!" He said again, opening his arms up in victory. Yet biting his lips, the arms were slowly lowered. "He... he might have taken everyone's souls, but..." The human muttered, taking a single look at the still tearful son.
"It's fine. He sounds like one cool guy." Papyrus said, patting Frisk's shoulder. "You can put away the spear now Undyne, Nyeh heh." He said giving a glance back to the warrior of justice. "I was planning no such thing!" Undyne loudly countered. "I was just thinking the kid needs some discipline." She angrily muttered, allowing the blue, magical spear to disappear into nothing. "You have a very good point, Undyin." Sans said in return. "SANS, THE THREE ASGORES ARE TRYING TO HAVE A MOMENT! They do not need your humour this ver-" Papyrus scolded, but was interrupted. "Shh~" Frisk whispered, placing a single finger to his own lips.
That was when the silent Alphys ran forward to the family. "T-this cannot be. How... how do you have a body, Asriel?" She said with earnest surprise, prodding and pinching the small boy. "O-ow, I... I don't know. I... got a body after absorbing everyone's soul, but... I have no idea why it's still here." Asriel said in pain. The scientist stopped to think for a couple of seconds. "Your... your previous soul is in there, but... w-well how do I say t-t-t-" Alphys began to stutter, yet a solid arm gripped her shoulder. "Calm down, Alphys. Take all the time you need." Undyne said behind her. Toriel grit her teeth and breathed out a sigh. "But please... tell us soon."
It was a few seconds that felt like forever, people spread out, except the parents still held their child on the golden bed. The former Royal Scientist muttered under her own breath, before brightening up the atmosphere with her smile. "I got it! A way that'll make... might make everyone happy." She said, and quickly, everyone perked up. "What is it Alphys, how can we help our son?" Asgore said, his own determination showing strongly. "We... we need a monster soul. Not one, but two halves, from each of you." As Alphys said that, the two halves were immediately offered.
"Wait, wait. That'll cut their lives in half!"
"Asriel, my son, I don't know what you have been through, but... ever since you went away, I felt empty, so very empty... please... accept."
"Son, I feel exactly like your mother, except, I cursed the human race, I wanted to wage war upon them, and I... killed other humans... and I almost killed Frisk. P-please, I don't want to lose you again."
"Mum... dad..."
Once again the royal family was tearful, and Asriel could not say no more as the two halves made a white heart on his chest, yet with a black line down the middle. "The last part is difficult, but simple, all we need is a lot of determination, we could go back to my lab, but... I have no idea if I have enough."Dr Alphys said, but while uncertain looks were passed around the group, a defiant laugh bellowed. "Ha-ha!" A voice called by Asriel's side.
Frisk held out his soul with both small hands, smiling with glee. "Did you all forget?" He asked, and as everyone began to smile, the soul was squeezed, and a bright red energy filled in the gap. The red and white soul returned to its host, and Asriel touched his chest. "Frisk... you are really, really determined." The Prince said with both smile and tear, Frisk was about to give a thumbs up, but a whisper intervened. "He's not the only one." And before any reaction could be taken, a hand had burst out of Frisk's chest. The blood-coloured arm gripped the soul and locket before they were pulled back through the body, and two rosy cheeks emerged from the shadows behind the boy.
"Right where it belongs..."