Frisk walked as it started to snow slightly. Zipping up his jacket as he walked, he continued down the outskirts of the town. Honestly, he had no idea how to get back to Toriel's house if he wanted to. He did, however, know a little bit about the area he was currently in, and he knew that the mall was towards the east. The same could be said about Mt. Ebott, and he knew that Toriel's house was near there as well. So he began walking east.
The city was towards his left, and he knew that that was the incorrect way to go for sure. "Let's see…When you're standing on the cliff of Mt. Ebott and looking outwards, the city is to the right… The other mountain is to the left… So I can just climb up there and see my house…. Right?"
Frisk sighed. No one was out at this time of hour. It was about 11:30 p.m. If people were out, he would've just asked for directions. It would've made all this walking feel a little more rewarding. He also couldn't ask him friends because… Well he didn't really have that many, let alone know where they lived. Most people found his flirting off-putting, and those who didn't mind were wary because he was the ambassador of Monsters. Most humans assumed he would have enemies, and they didn't want to be in danger. No one seemed to realize that he hadn't been threatened or attacked yet. However, that was because most people in the town were okay with the Monsters; He couldn't say anything about the city. Chances are, there were more people there that didn't like Monsters than in the town. How many, Frisk couldn't say.
Frisk looked towards the looming mountain. It felt like he wasn't getting any closer to it. Almost like he was stuck in place. He watched the buildings as he walked to make sure he was moving. He was, thankfully. There was no way he would've been able to see the mountain without the full moon that illuminated the town and its surroundings. The human boy wondered briefly what Toriel and his friends were doing right now. Sans and Papyrus were probably the one's putting up the signs. Papyrus would probably be shouting at people 'HAVE YOU SEEN THIS HUMAN?' Sans had no idea where he was. He never mentioned where he used to live in other timelines, so Sans was clueless, although probably still helping. Undyne and Asgore were probably scouring the streets for him, with Alphys posting for help online. And Toriel…. She was probably worried sick and…She might possibly be crying. After losing 2 children when she lived in The Underground, she couldn't possibly be able to hold up after losing a third. The thought saddened Frisk. He didn't deserve to have a great guardian like her. She should have her kid instead of him. Frisk didn't show her the love she deserved. To him, he felt like a void in her life. Toriel even said that he could tell her if anything was wrong, and he didn't tell her how he'd been feeling depressed lately.
Frisk decided what he had to do. He would change things. He would have to veer off course of his plans to visit Toriel right away. With newfound determination, he continued to walk towards Mt. Ebott.
Frisk reached the bottom of Mt. Ebott. His stomach growled and he groaned. He was starving, but he was unable to grab anything to eat from his Mom's house since she had nothing. I need a breather. Just for a second… Frisk wiped the snow off the ground to the best of his ability and sat down. The snow had stopped briefly when he was walking for who knows how long. It felt like he was walking for about 2 and a half hours. Then, the snow picked up harder. It was freezing, and Frisk was shivering. I should've taken a bigger jacket. He was tired, hungry, and thirsty. It was getting to the point where he thought about eating some of the snow, but he was afraid he'd get sick or something much worse.
Frisk was inclined to stay in his spot, but he knew better than that. He got up and started walking up the mountain, or at least trying to find the entrance to The Underground. He couldn't see the cliff anywhere, but he was determined to try. He began to walk up the steeper parts, slowly going up. The climb wasn't as hard as he thought, but that didn't make it easier. It was freezing out and the snow picked up even more.
He sneezed. He felt terrible and was probably going to get sick. The fact that his nose was beginning to plug up didn't help either. Frisk wrapped the scarf around his mouth, hoping it would keep him warm and from getting any sicker. At this rate, he wasn't sure he was going to make it up the mountain. How did he get here the first time? Frisk was amazed at what he did a month ago. Before, he climbed the mountain no sweat. Now? He was struggling just to stand up. He managed to make it to a tree before he held onto it for support. Damn it, It's not supposed to be like this. He wasn't sure if he was referring to the mountain situation or if he was referring to the situation with his Mom and Toriel. Either way, he had to stop to catch his breath, which bothered him since he already took a break 10 minutes ago.
Luckily, the ground was gradually getting more even. Hopefully, that must've meant he was near the entrance. Frisk slowly pushed himself off the tree and towards what he guessed was the right way to the entrance. It was snowing even harder; In fact, it was a blizzard at this point. Frisk coughed as he wrapped his arms around himself. There was no way he'd be able to turn back now with this blizzard. Chances are, he'd freeze to death on the way down. If not that, he'd be, at the very least, very very sick.
A twig broke as he stepped on it. That reminded him of the first time he met Sans. He was scared the first time Sans followed him. His fear would have been rightfully placed if Toriel hadn't made him promise to take care of any humans that went through the door to the ruins. Which reminds me, Snowdin was never this cold, and that was underground! Isn't it colder underground? I thought that was how it worked… Then again, he was talking about a city inhabited by monsters, so he had no idea how any of that worked.
He was brought back to reality, realizing that he had no idea where this entrance was. Was he heading the wrong direction? Oh no, that would have certainly doomed him. The cold wind felt like knives cutting into his face. His face, along with his hands and feet, began to feel numb. He continued walking, but he could feel his legs getting ready to give out any minute. This is it, huh? The ambassador of the Monsters dies because of a blizzard. Wow, that's a boring way to die. I wanted to die fighting for a good cause. Maybe if I wasn't- his foot caught onto something and he tripped. He felt a sense of déjà vu as he well downwards.
"You're an idiot."
Frisk opened his eyes, to see a familiar flower. He was still shivering, but he couldn't really move because of how sore he felt. "Hey there." He whispered. This feels familiar. As before, the flowers had broken his fall from certain death. He managed to sit up, but he felt a sharp pain in his back as he did. Luckily for him, nothing seemed broken. He looked at Flowey, expecting him to say something.
"You're an idiot." He repeated.
"Yeah, I know." Frisk answered honestly.
"What are you even doing here? You know you can't save Him." He smiled sadly
"I know. It's been haunting me for weeks. I don't know what to do. I've been…having problems in my life with everything."
"I hope you didn't come down just so I could listen to your sob story." Flowey stated coldly. He went below the ground and reappeared to Frisk's right. "If you did, I will make you catch my friendliness petals this time."
"I guess I didn't come down here for that. But I'm here for something, and I need you to help me." Frisk managed to stand up, albeit slowly. He felt his legs shaking as he did, and he nearly fell, but at last he was up.
He coughed, causing Flowey to give one of his creepy smiles. "Are you dying?" He asked. Frisk was going to answer him but he collapsed and went into a coughing fit. He felt the worst in his life. Worse than the time he had actually tried to eat Papyrus's cooking. And that, was an experience. He knew what he was getting into, and yet, he still wanted to have a bad time… Once Frisk was able to compose himself, he gave an answer to Flowey. "I'm just sick is all. I did walk all the way here in a blizzard."
Flowey frowned. "Is this a joke? Are you braindead? What reason could you have possibly come to visit me."
"I'm here to bring Asriel back."
Flowey made the angriest face Frisk had ever seen. "Are you really that much of an idiot? I already told you that you cannot save Him. Let me repeat that in case you can't get that through your thick skull: YOU CANNOT SAVE HIM. There is no conceivable way to do that. What makes you think you even can?"
"I'm determined." Frisk gave a short but truthful answer. He knew what he had to do. All it came down to now was a matter of time. He had to time in perfectly. He stood up again and walked a little closer to Flowey. Frisk placed his hands over his chest. He felt himself reaching inside himself. He was summoning something that would take a lot of power. Something he hadn't used in 3 weeks. It felt foreign to him again, but he managed to do it. In his hands, lay his soul.
"A soul? How stupid can a human get? You know what that'll do right?"
"I do, but why don't you remind me? Maybe you can change my mind."
"You don't even know if it'll work. If a human loses their soul, they'll die." Flowey stated, slight fear reappearing on his face. That right there is proof that Asriel is still there.
"Maybe it's better that way." Frisk whispered so low, Flowey could barely hear it. An awkward silence passed before Frisk stepped closer to Flowey. "A monster's soul is composed of love, mercy, and compassion. I have these traits, so it shouldn't be too hard to take it." He stepped closer.
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" Flowey Screeched. Frisk turned the red heart that was his soul upside down, so the bottom was now the top and vice versa. Frisk quickly shoved his soul into Flowey. Light filled the room, blinding them. He felt himself being torn apart. He could barely keep his thoughts straight, and he could feel pain. He didn't feel sad or angry or happy. He felt nothing except actual pain.
The light stopped and Frisk was nearly about to collapse. He couldn't raise his head high enough to see, but he saw his feet. The feet of a monster akin to Toriel and Asgore. The biological son of the king and queen of Monsters. Frisk smiled. "Guess…It worked." He fell backwards. He could see Him trying to catch Frisk, but he wasn't fast enough. He landed on the flowers once more and stared up, unable to move. He saw his face come into view.
"Frisk, no! Why would you do this? I didn't want anything like this to happen! I never told you about this because I didn't want you to give up your soul for me! Why did you do this!?" He cried. Tears fell down his face and onto Frisk's cheek. If he could move, he would have hugged Him one last time. That's why it surprised him when he was able to speak.
"Toriel needs…you, not me. I've…been unable to…deal with the fact…that you've been stuck…here…alone. You deserve…a happy ending after everything." Frisk whispered. He was barely able to keep his eyes open long enough to see him. He tried to move Frisk, but he was unable to pick him up. More tears fell. "I can't…move. It's fine, really. Don't…. worry. I'm happy…. this way. Think of this…. as my birthday gift. Happy birthday…to me."
"Frisk no! I can't let you go! I already lost Chara, I can't lose you too!"
"You…can be with Toriel….and Asgore. Your…Mom and Dad." He frowned. Who were these names Frisk was saying? He didn't know who they were… He closed his eyes, wanting to take a little rest.
"Stay awake! Please!"
"Ask…. for Dreemurs. Town knows where….they live." Frisk whispered quieter this time. Who were the Dreemurs? What Town?"
"I'll get help! We can…We can…"
He didn't know who was talking anymore. However, there was a faint word that was stuck in his head. It felt like a name. He had to say it.
"Asriel… Don't you…. have anything…. better to do?" He coughed. He didn't remember his name anymore or why he was there. He was exhausted and couldn't move, but he was ready to go to sleep. He would figure this out when he woke up. He felt water on his cheeks. Was it raining? If it was… why was it raining only on his face? That was for another time. He didn't even know what rain was. He heard someone saying something, but that felt really far away. All he felt was pain and emptiness. Yet, he managed to smile one last as he drifted off to sleep.
A/N Merry Christmas. Hope you all had a great one and have a great new year!
