Heartbreak
Buttercups.
It had all started when you and Asriel were trying to decipher Toriel's cursive handwriting. As a result, the two of you had misread "butter, 1/4 cups" as "buttercups", and gave Asgore food poisoning from eating a buttercup pie. After being grounded for a month, you had hated buttercups ever since.
Now you didn't know which pissed you off more: the buttercup food poisoning you were suffering from, or the fact that a buttercup with a face had ratted you out to Toriel.
You're getting quite sick of buttercups.
As you cough out yet another saucer's worth of blood, you realise that you have absolutely no chance of winning. Toriel was in full-on warrior mode: no pleading or bluffing would work now. You were too weak to fight her straight on, and your most remote chance of escape was the staircase behind her, as you were far too weak to outrun Toriel to the double doors that led to the rest of underground
Your only choice was to reset.
You close your eyes and focus all your determination in your SOUL. A familiar red aura surrounds you and you smile. Any moment now...
But the pain in your stomach does not recede, and the multiple gashes and burns on your skin stay there. It didn't work. Panicking, you try again, waiting for the familiar feeling of being jerked back across time and space...but it never comes.
A kick across the face sends you sprawling backward from your position kneeling on the floor, and you barely have time to roll away from a deadly fireball coming your way. In so doing, however, you roll straight into a pillar of flame that bursts out of the ground beneath you. Desperation overcomes you. Why wasn't it working?
You glance at your HP. It was extremely low; a few more hits and you were down for the count. You grimace as you see Toriel create another fireball. If your SAVE file wasn't working...what would happen if you died...?
"Please, Chara...don't do this anymore..." Asriel wailed as he watched his adopted human sibling down yet another dosage of buttercup poison.
"I'm not sure I want to do this anymore...please Chara, stop!"
You stand up, only to be knocked down yet again by another glowing orb of fire. Toriel advances, sword gleaming in the light of her flames.
You finish your bowl of buttercup soup and slam it down on the bedside table, glaring at Asriel. "We had an agreement, Asriel. I kill myself with poison, you absorb my SOUL, and we make mankind pay. All you have to do is let me kill myself before absorbing my SOUL; I'm the one who has to deal with poison, death, and getting my SOUL absorbed. And now YOU want to back out?!"
"That's exactly the point! I can't stand to see you suffering like this...please, Chara! It's not too late...if you stop taking the poison and let Dr Gaster cure you, you can still-"
"ASRIEL!"
Your goat brother stops and looks down, tears in his eyes. You sigh and your voice softens.
"Look here, As, I don't like doing this either. But I can't stand living my life knowing that I'm the sole hope for the underground's freedom, and the only one who can get revenge on humanity, if I don't accomplish either of those things!"
"But if you accomplish those things, you can't live at all!"
"...go prepare more soup, Asriel."
"But Chara-"
"GO!"
Toriel unleashes the flames, which you barely manage to avoid- your attempt at a dodge was no more a fall than it was a jump. You roll backwards into a crouching position in an attempt to regain footing, before bursting forward with your knife thrust forward, but Toriel sidesteps, and grabs you by the hair as you dash by. You scream in pain as Toriel swings you around before smashing you face-first into the wall, making a small hole in the process. She drags your face along the wall, before she throws you into the heavy double doors that are the exit to the RUINS. You barely have time to recover from having the wind knocked out of you before the ground beneath you erupts into flames, burning your entire body and throwing you upwards. You slam into the roof, before landing face first on the ground. You grit your teeth as you slowly raise your head up, just to see Toriel channeling yet another miniature sun in her right palm. You close your eyes, awaiting the final blow.
You close your eyes and lay down on your bed as your brother takes the bowl off your bedside table, and hurries out of the room. You hear the door close, and after waiting for Asriel's footsteps to fade away, you allow a single tear to fall from your eye,and let it roll down your cheek. There was no need to cry, you told yourself. After all, Asriel would take your SOUL, and you'd live on within him...right? You had told Asriel that when he absorbed your SOUL, you would take control and do the killing for him. But in truth, you didn't know...even if Asriel took your SOUL, would your consciousness disappear?
Your eyes snap open as Toriel launches the fireball at you. No- no! You couldn't die...you wouldn't allow it! The SOUL you had belonged to Frisk...
If you died...you wouldn't feel a thing anymore.
With one swift swipe, you slash the fireball with your knife, causing the flames to dissipate. Toriel's eyes widen in shock and surprise as you lunge towards her, knife in hand, teeth bared. And eyes filled with DETERMINATION.
"Fear not, my child... I am not your enemy. I... I only wish to help you."
You look up at the large goat with purple robes. Although large, she doesn't intimidate you- but you avoid her gaze.
Steel clashes and sparks fly.
Toriel barely manages to parry your blow, but you had charged with such force that you had knocked the blade out of her hand.
She isn't discouraged. She continues to try and convince you she means no harm, but you continue to avoid her gaze. You feel a hand on your shoulder, and you slowly look back at the goat child who had saved you. He looks back into your eyes and nudges you towards her. You hesitate, but you take a step forward.
You start your wild and relentless assault. Your strikes grow faster and stronger by the second, as your mind reverts back to its most primal instinct. I cannot die, I cannot die, I cannot die-!
Cracks show in her armour.
The large monster stretches out her arm, offering her hand. You step back and raise your arms to shield yourself from the incoming blow, but it never comes. You slowly lower your arms as she gives you a warm, sunny smile. You take her hand, and green magic erupts from it, healing your wounds. You look up at her in amazement as you feel your wounds disappear. She gives you a smile as the green magic dissipates around her left hand. "I call this my healing hand. Do you like it?"
You strike her armour one last time before it breaks apart. You bring your knife down on the goat, but she raises her sword arm out of reflex to block it. Screams can be heard as her left arm erupts into dust.
You nod vigorously, and you smile back at her. You knew what the stories said; monsters were vicious, and could rip your SOUL straight out of your body. Yet you felt an aura around her, one of warmth, kindness and love...yet these words meant nothing, as the aura was truly a feeling you couldn't describe.
Was this what it was like to have a mother?
Your knife cleaves through the soft, tender flesh. No blood stains the snow white fur- there is only dust.
You stand there, panting, still holding your knife up in the air.
You stand there, with the dying corpse of your mother at your feet.
As she dissolves into dust, she looks at you with tears in her eyes. The hardened warrior is gone- what remains is the face of a young, yet aged and frail goat. As the last of her turns to dust, she opens her mouth;
"They...have been warned." She smiles.
"He...knows..."
And with that, the Queen of monsters explodes into dust.
You smile as you breathe in the cold but fresh air of Snowdin. Much better compared to the musty old smell of the RUINS.
You chuckle as you walk along. The jacket helped keep the cold out, sure, but you really couldn't be bothered with the cold right now.
LV 7
After slaying the Queen of monsters, you had received a large amount of EXP that had brought you to LV 7. By Snowdin. Considering how all the monsters in the entire underground had only brought you to LV 20 the last time, being LV 7 before reaching Snowdin meant that you were progressing fast. Added to the fact that the monsters from the RUINs evacuated into Snowdin Forest, you'd easily be able to hunt them down and get all that EXP you missed.
You abruptly freeze in your tracks as you hear a branch snap. In your glee, you had forgotten all about him.
"Human."
You immediately spin around, knife in your hand. If you could just kill him off now-
You freeze once more, but this time, no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to move.
As he lifts you off the ground with his magic, Sans stares into your SOUL with those horrible, pupil-less eyes. His mouth, ever in that stupid grin, opens as he says;
"Don't you know how to greet an old pal?"
I'm sorry guys, this chap didn't come out as well as planned. I never could do action in between flashbacks, mainly cuz the I have to sum it up in a sentence before it's back to the flashback. Speaking of flashbacks, I think I may have added too many lmao. But hey- with that out of the way, we finally meet Sans. I tried to make Sans' speech in Comic Sans font, but I just realised doesn't allow it. Shame. Oh well.
Oh, and before I forget, I want to thank each and every one of you for reading and reviewing this story. It truly means a lot to me that some of you really like this story as it's my first fanfic. At first I had a different version of this Chapter, one that I was seriously dissatisfied with. It was only after reading your reviews did I add in a few more scenes of Toriel being badass.
That's all for now. Tune in next time for Chapter 4: Dust in the Snow(title is subject to change).