Chapter Eight

A Dear Friend

Sans was running as quickly as he could, even teleporting to go as fast from Snowdin to the Ruins gate, his "shortcuts" as he enjoyed calling his teleportation wasn't fast enough to reach and ask Toriel to open the gate for him, he hoped he wasn't late.

For him, Toriel was the first friend he ever made, the two shared a similar scene of humor and multiple times she ask him to protect any humans that fall in to the Undeground, a promise he kept over the course of different timelines, one of the few things he could remember from different time resets and with every reset he befriended Toriel over and over, because he couldn't let his only real friend to die alone, even if he failed multiple times to protect her.

"I won't let you pass, child. Asgore will kill you! I already told you that! Go back to your room" She screamed at Frisk.

"I have to go, please, I need to know what happened to the other humans, how many did fall and die?" They replied almost crying to Toriel, she threw one of her magical paws to Frisk sending them against the wall, but at that moment she didn't activated her bullet box to engage the fight, she just wanted to dissuade the last human to not go outside the Ruins, knowing that they could kill her.

"Staying here is not a life, I understand that you are trying to protect the entrance, but we have curiosity, we have determination to live, please let me go!" Frisk screamed. "Please mom" they were crying.

Sans was from the other side of the gate listening to the altercate between the two, he was wondering what outcome would come this time, even with his power he couldn't open the gate from the other side, so he thought if the worse happens he would kill the human on the spot instead of intercepting them in the golden room near the throne of the new city. He was getting tired of the constant time reset, he was getting tired of everything and avoiding Flowey in such a limited space. He just sat down and decided to wait while watching his phone and looking at the contact information of Toriel.

Papyrus was walking around Snowdin, he wanted to get some cleaning supplies from his endless supplies of socks that he barely used. He then thought about going to the Ruins to ask Sans what scent he wanted for his clothes, when he suddenly hear what he dreamed the night before "a human has fallen into the Underground" he knew the rumor would lead to Asgore quickly, and he had only one chance to join the Royal Guard.

Undyne who was the head of the Royal Guard was passing near Snowdin as she was in the need to ask a favor to Sans for no more spaghetti, but since she saw the culprit who was Papyrus himself.

"Yo! Papyrus what are you doing?!" Undyne screamed at her protegee.

"Going to see bro, and to ask what scent of laundry detergent he would like?"

"Don't, let him alone, I can tell you he probably would like something spring"

"Spring?"

"Something like flowers"

"Ohhhhhh!"

Sans was sitting outside, waiting, he couldn't hear any explosions or anything, he was just thinking on how many times he stood there in the gate entrance waiting to see if Toriel was alive or dead. Toriel inside was thinking about her only real friend and how they used Napstablook service to trade information beyond staying on the door.

She opened to him sometimes, but others when she knew the humans were with her, she kept it close in case the human decided to stay with her. She was sad because she didn't wanted to fight Frisk, she was tired of fighting and trying to protect the humans, she was thinking of her dear friend who always made her laugh with his silly joke, as she couldn't leave the Ruins because she wouldn't be able to open the door from the other side.

"Mom I won't fight you"

"How did you call me?"

"Mom"

"Why?"

"You are the one in this short time who has shown me love, I can't fight you, I want to get out and try to convince Asgore to change his mind"

The bullet box disappeared, Frisk stood up from the floor and walked straight to Toriel, they gave her a hug, and Toriel was in tears. She gave them her spare phone with her number and told them to call her in case of any emergencies. Sans quickly teleported out of sight to let the human walk; he was happy that his only friend was OK.

Frisk saw the ultimate path of the vision they had, their eyes were red as blood and their shadow was different as if they were possessed. The knife was on the floor and they were walking past Toriel's corpse who quickly disintegrated.