Frisk headed straight for the basement door. He could faintly hear Toriel's call of confusion from the kitchen as he bounded down the stairs.

"Where are you going, my child?! What about breakfast?!"

He momentarily paused to excitedly reply, "Later! Right now, there's something very important!" quickly followed by "Follow me!" She had no choice but to comply.

Toriel caught up to him surprisingly quickly. She supposed that he was still healing. "Slow down, child! You're still recovering.". Frisk gave a small grunt, not turning back to look at her.

They eventually made it back to the ferry, Frisk frantically scrambling aboard, with Toriel not far behind. Dropping twenty gold into the river person's hands, Frisk called out their destination, and the ferry slowly pulled out of its station. Toriel could see that Frisk's excited shaking was rocking the boat.

After a short ride, Alphys' lab came into view. Frisk looked like he wanted to jump out and swim the rest of the way, as though he had been trapped on the ferry for an eternity. Now that they had a moment, Toriel put a steadying hand on his shoulder and asked,, "Where exactly are we going in such a rush, child?"

Frisk looked back at her with a mixture of surprise and discomfort, as if he had forgotten she was there. "Oh! Well, uh…" he trailed off, glancing down at the wooden boards.

She sighed. "Alright, if you can't tell me, I understand…" Frisk replied with a small nod, taking her hand as they set off towards the towering metal building.

"T-That was fast." Alphys exclaimed with a hint of disbelief in her voice as she answered the door. "Anyway, here you go! It's finally done." she said, handing the finished device to Frisk.

"What is that, child?" Toriel asked, confused. "What are you planning to do, exactly?"

Frisk stammered for a few moments, before Alphys came to his rescue. "We're going to try something! And if it works, then…" she trailed off, trying to find the proper words, "T-then everyone will be able to leave the Underground! Heh."

Toriel's eyes widened in shock, and she turned to Frisk. "Is this true?"

He gave a smile and a nod. "But, we need everyone here for it to work." Frisk glanced at Alphys meaningfully.

Picking up on the hint, she said, "R-Right, I'll call Undyne."

"Do you mind if I used your phone, mom?" he asked Toriel. She nodded, handing Frisk the phone.

Frisk dialed the number, impatiently waiting for the skeleton to pick up. Eventually, he head a casual "Yo." from the other side.

"Hey Sans. Come to the throne room. It's time."

"...Gotcha, I'll be right there. Should I take my bro, too?"

Frisk replied, "Yeah, thanks." before hanging up.

"Wait, throne room?" Toriel asked. "Does that mean-"

Frisk cut her off, already knowing the answer. "Yup, we're going to meet the king. Don't worry, as long as you're there mom, I know I'll be fine."

"I'm glad you put so much trust in me," she said with a shy smile, "but I'm still not so sure."

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

"Have you… Done this before?" Toriel asked, realization dawning on her. "Well… I guess I'll trust you then."

Frisk gave her a weary smile. "Thanks."

The three of them made their way through the core, uncomfortably fidgeting around during the long elevator ride. As they walked through the monochrome house, Frisk could see that Toriel was anxious. They eventually made it to the throne room, collectively taking a deep breath before stepping inside.

A faint humming mixed with the chirping of birds filled the air. "Oh, is someone there?" a deep voice called out. "Let me just finish watering my flowers and I'll be with you… There! Now, how can I hel-" the tall figure froze. He stared for a moment, the watering can falling from his fingers. "Tori!"

"Do not 'Tori' me, Dreemurr." she replied coldly.

Asgore took a step back, looking crushed. "Oh… Sorry, Tor-Toriel." Taking notice of the human, his expression only worsened. "...Hello there, little one." he finally managed.

"Don't you even think about it." Toriel spat, fireball in hand. "You will not laying a finger on my child. I had hoped that you might have changed your ways, but it seems not."

Fighting to hold back the tears, Asgore managed to stammer out, "But... The barrier! It's the only way..."

"If you were serious, you could have just taken the first human soul and crossed the barrier yourself, then taken six more. Instead, you sat on your throne and meekly hoped no one would come." she said, quickly refuting him. Devastated, Asgore seemed to deflate, hunching under the weight of her words.

A jovial voice suddenly called out, "No fighting!" It belonged to Papyrus. "Don't fight, or I'll… I'll… get Undyne to make you stop!" Soon enough, the whole gang was there, quipping back and forth, having fun. Frisk started to join in, but after remembering what came next, he glanced at the floor, unable to hide his guilt. He had done this so many times, he could count the seconds.

Three… Two… One.

Right on cue, a large vine burst through the wall, ensnaring everyone. During Flowey's monologue, all Frisk could think about was how, this time, it was his fault. Like Flowey had said, no one would be here if it wasn't for of him, especially now. As that familiar circle of bullets closed in on him, he looked away.

"You can do it!" Frisk swung his head back again. It was Alphys. "I know you can!" she shouted. "...G-good luck."

Sans followed shortly after. "I dunno what you're thinking kiddo," he started, "but I trust ya. Teach this weirdo a lesson, okay?" Soon enough, everyone else joined in, shouting words of encouragement for him. Everyone except one. Frisk looked over to Toriel. She must have understood what was going on from the beginning. Giving him a knowing look, Toriel fought back the tears and flashed a smile. As Flowey's maniacal laughter filled the room, Frisk could hear faintly, "Be careful, my child."

Everything faded to white.

The whole world was ending.