Dreemurr in Need Chapter 9: The One he couldn't Save

Alert: Spoilers for the Finale of the Neutral and True Pacifist runs of Undertale. Unless you wish to get spoiled, please get the peck outta here. (DARLING!) Otherwise, are you feeling comfortable? Yes? Good. Then let us begin.


"It's almost halloween." Professor Lupin said, his gentle smile acknowledging the first-year students as they sat down for class that thursday. "And as good as any reason for a special lesson. What do you think, class?"

There was some nervous tittering and some wide eyed looks around at that announcement. But there was also excited whisperings as well.

"Ah, I can already hear the word "boggart", and that's absolutely right. Mr Filch has a boogart caught in a classroom below us. So I think we should be taking it on." He then adopted a voice that was supposed to be of the spooky tone; "Better bring your bags, I don't think we'll be coming back."

So having said that, he let the class pack up their belongings. Then, with him at the lead, he brought them across the hallway, down the stairs to an abandoned classroom. Frisk's nose had just began to twitch at the musky smell of abandonment when a bang from one of the wardrobes caused him, plus a few of his classmates to jump. It took a while before he registered that wardrobe as the source of the noise, having scanned the classroom and noting the layer of dust that layered the desks.

Having gone through the details about a boggart and the method of dealing with it if they didn't have the luxury of being with a group of people, Lupin now gave a moment of silence and a glance across to ensure that the group had processed what they heard.

"Now, we're all scared of different things," he admonished, "And I know that rumors among you flows like water. But please respect your classmates. Anything that you folks see here in this classroom stays with us. Are we in agreement?"

"Yes, professor." they all chorused.

"Very good. On three. One… Two… Three!" On that mark Lupin placed the needle on the record player he was standing next to. At once, Dick Walters' Hot liquorice began playing.

Kevin Duncan stepped forward, to be greeted by a trail of black ink, which consolidated into a gigantic demonic ice black bulldog cerberus that looked familiar to Frisk… In the face of a cool head (no puns intended) and the correct charm a while later, that cerberus shrinked to standard puppy size and was eternally chasing after a miniature rocket.

One burst of laughter later, Kevin was called back. The others, emboldened by this first success, all lined up to have their go at the boogart. Wendy Belcart's appearance had the boggart shapeshift into a pool of blood. One riddikulus! Later, and the pool became a pond of clear water with a miniature sailboat and rubber duckies floating on it.

Adam's presence at the front had some golden angel robots, except their faces were grotesque and the halos that were to be there gripped in their right hands, giving the heads the appearance of having horns and were standing in front of a horribly mangled door. The charm made the angels plush size and cutesy, floating and behaving like guardian angels.

Caroline face, of all things, professor Flitwick, tutting and informing her that she had failed all her tests and would have to retake charms at the current level. The "make-it-better" charm didn't change Flitwick at all, rather, it forced him to say instead, that she got the top grades for every one of her test results.

"Not particularly funny," professor Lupin commented. "But it isn't feeding off any fear from you, so where survival's sake is concerned, that's good enough."

Frisk was last to face the boggart. He now stood in front of the wardrobe,wand at the ready. During that time, he racked his brain hard at thought, but even with the music on, he still hadn't managed to figure out how to deal with his. All the others, that he saw had boggarts that threatened, was creepy/scary or outright attacked. The form that emerged from the wardrobe now did neither of those things. First came the the cutesy form of a face found in his recent nightmares. A fur coated, boyish goat face, soaked in a river's worth of tears, his arms outstretched and his eyes straight at the now paralysed Frisk.

As the class watched, a whole crowd of vines sprouted, wrapped around the young goat.

"No! I don't want to change back! ARRGH!". That was all he could utter before those vines dragged him under. At this, the scene around them grew dark. Goat boi's head become less like a goat and more like a flower, golden petals sprouting up. His arms became more like a plant. His legs merging into one, and turned green, more like a stem then a humanish goat's legs. His screams of anguish and agony becoming higher in pitch as the transformation reached endgame.

While the last phase of the transformation happened before the class's eyes, Frisk's hand slacked and his wand dropped to the floor. Frisk was helpless to stop falling to his knees, the floodgates broke and he starting sobbing uncontrollably, unaware of anything else around him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" He managed to cry out, because, NOBODY CAME.

Meanwhile, some of the class had been unable to contain some giggles at the sight before their classmate, till the ending sight. While the transformation was going on, goat boi managed to, between screams of agony and other incoherent words say;;

"I've seen what I can still be!...", more cries of agony. "You! WONT! TAKE! THAT! AWAY FROM ME!", followed by a fireball launched into the air.

At this, the last giggles lowered to a barely heard volume. Then came the bursting sound, and a rain of fireballs came flying at the offending vines. But unfortunately, the vines managed to dodge the display by burrowing underground.

"*EVIL laughter* I Already Have! " As the last sentence was uttered, a vine rose up behind the goat. Despite themselves, some of the classmates screamed for the goat boy to move out of the way. But it was no use. The vine hit him from behind and the goat slipped into unconsciousness.

"YOU BELONG TO US NOW!", declared the mysterious voice, now summoning the remaining vines to do… something to the now flower being.

A while later, to the surprise of everyone paying attention, Flowey got back up. His eyes started opening.. But they weren't Asriel's eyes. They were Omega Flowey's. The haunting laughter of that abomination ringed throughout the classroom.

"NOOOO!" Frisk managed to cry out, before fading into the darkness of unconsciousness.


When Frisk woke up again, he was at the hospital wing. When he looked around, he noted that he was the only occupant of a hospital bed and that the sun was already setting. A cough bought Frisk's attention, straight to a bar of Cadbury's Chocolate and Lupin's hand . "Here, have some of these," said professor Lupin. "I keep these on hand in case the Dementors come around. Having a bar of chocolate on hand proved itself useful more than once."

"Thank you, professor."

The professor sat in silence while Frisk nibbled away at a cube of chocolate. Then, noticing that Frisk was still distraught, told him; "Have them all. Don't worry about it. I still have plenty of stock to go around," Lupin waited again for Frisk to finish up, then proceeded with his train of thought.

"That hit you pretty hard," Professor Lupin told him worriedly. "You actually passed out from all that drama… Do you want to talk about it?"

Frisk had wanted to talk about it, but had been worried that word of what happened would reach goat mum and dad… plus the consequences. Finally, he spoke up.

"Do you… promise not to tell anyone?" Frisk whispered.

"So long as it doesn't endanger your life, or the lives of others, I promise you that your secrets are safe with me." Professor Lupin assured him. "I know what it's like to keep a terrible secret." Was it just him, or did he notice some sadness in Lupin's eyes as he said that? Still, the assurance was good enough for Frisk.

"Did professor McGonagall tell the staff about my story in the Underground?"

Professor Lupin nodded.

"Well, that's not the whole story." admitted Frisk. He then proceeded to launch into a brief summary of the parts' that weren't left out, elaborating when he came to the parts that he left out in his public story; the first actual battle for survival against Asgore, the betrayal by Flowey, followed by the transformation into the abomination that was Omega Flowey. Then came the reset, which preceded the date with Alphys, and the courage it developed within her to reveal her dark secret: The True Lab, with the Determination experiments that gave rise to the Amalgamations, and Flowey himself.

Up until that point, Professor Lupin had nodded as he heard Frisk summarise what had transpired before, not interrupting from the tale beyond that. Then came the questions. They were just as he had anticipated; a request to repeat that statement, and some moments of stunned silence. Frisk also made it a point that he had reseted before, in the "prove his worth fight" against Toriel. He admitted to accidentally killing her, feeling guilty about it and resetting to undo that mistake, and that Flowey knew, and confronted Frisk about it.

Lastly, he wrapped up with the tale of the second confrontation against Asgore, how Toriel came to give him a chewing out; that he was no sage, just a murderer, and a "dreamer" to boot. How representatives from the monster friends came to support him as well. Then the interruption from Flowey, who took all their souls along with the six human souls to become his true form again, plus the surreal fight that followed, against Asriel Dreemurr in his "God of Hyperdeath" and the subsequent mechanical-like form. Frisk also made it a point to mention the dive into the depths of that form to rescue the six friends he really got to know, with Asriel ultimately being saved himself, who then broke the barrier itself as thanks.

"So that's who the boggart turned into…" Professor Lupin mused.

"But, that's still not the end of my tale," Frisk told him, his eyes, still tearing up. He then proceeded to mention how, before he went through the gateway to the surface, he went searching for Asriel while meeting up with the monster pals. How he'd eventually found Asriel at the flower patch he'd fallen onto. Of how Asriel explained that he couldn't go with the rest of the monsters, that he would still have to revert back to being Flowey now that he doesn't have a soul anymore. Then later, how Asriel dragged him back into the mental void & used the last of his power to give Frisk a proper send off for his journey homeward.

"But i wanted to save him. Sure, he did some horrible things as Flowey, but that wasn't the real him. The real him deserved that second chance. He was alive, at that, so i sought to find the right circumstances to bring him back," Frisk explained. "Thus i used my "determination," and went all the way back.

"All the way back?" Professor Lupin could only utter. "To where?"

"Not where." Frisk corrected him. "Rather, to when. I went back to the point when i fell into the underground," the tears started gathering again. "It's ironic, Asriel & i were fighting for control over this pocket of the timeline, and i gave him what he wanted anyway. Thus i began my search. Changing some details on the runs, but keeping the main line on track. Peeking into Alpyhs' notes, trying to make sense of them. All that i had gathered from them added darkness & gloom in me… But i kept going. Eventually, On one of my final set of loops, i found that i could do this:"

Frisk focused and soon called out his red soul heart to the surface. Whether it be echo, or something else, Lupin's own soul came to the surface as well. It was yellow. Not a bright yellow one like the one he'd seen in Asgore's bottle, but rather a less saturated yellow, worn out and tired. As Frisk watched, a Brown, feral looking soul emerged from it's cover and started attacking the yellow.

"That's your soul?" Professor Lupin asked, surprised. He seemed unaware his own soul was exposed for all to see.

Frisk allowed his focus to wane and both souls then faded from view. "it is. I was going to give it up to Asriel so that he could continue on, but he wouldn't have any of that. In fact, he started crying again."

"no, Frisk. You must keep that soul. I'm not sure i can ever live with myself if i get anyone else hurt trying to help me." he said firmly.

"Wait... How did you know how to do this? How many times did you try to get to this?"

"I told him that i had lost count. & that must have horrified him deeply, cause he shouted:"

"Frisk! You have to live your life! The fates didn't allow you to survive all this only for you to throw away your life this way!" He then grabbed my wrists. "Please," he begged. "you heard who i once was before that incident. Wanted to see what reckless spamming of resets, a times worth of guilt, despair and anger looks like? If you continued down this current path? There it was, plaguing you in flower form! It's your "pal," Flowey!" he wiped a tear from his eyes. "So please… if i could have changed my fate, l'd have done it resets ago. Please, let it go, live. My own time as Asriel is over. What time i do have left, I would dedicate to protecting the timelines. Don't worry about anything else regarding that. Please, live. Do it for me… alright?"

"And so, that's what i did. I… I left him down there without a soul." The dam broke completely a second time, allowing the onslaught of tears to flood through. "I'm sorry, Asriel. I'm so sorry!" Frisk wailed, burying his head in his arms once again to sob it all off. Immediately afterwards, Frisk felt professor Lupin's hands patting him. The gesture was small, of course, but Frisk was comforted by it nonetheless.

"Now I can see what you meant when you said you couldn't bear to let news of that reach your new guardians, but I'm sure they'll still be proud of what you've done for them… As would your parents. And don't worry about anything else. Should you need anymore assistance, just feel free to ask any of us professors for help. We'll see what we can do"

*Sniff*, "thanks, professor," Frisk replied, wiping the last of the tears from his eyes. "Still, I don't think it's over yet."

"Hmm? Why not?" Professor Lupin asked him.

"Magic itself seems to think otherwise. It keeps on reminding me just when I was forgetting about it." Frisk replied.

"Well, don't think too hard about it.," Lupin told him. "Do you feel like having dinner? I can accompany you down if you like," Lupin now said with a smile. "In any case, I must mention that though you seem to be fine, according to Mdm Pomfrey's initial check up, you need to remain in the ward for a day for a final look through just to make sure you are indeed well."

"Yes, please, professor." Frisk told him. As they were heading to the stairs, Frisk decided to speak up. "Professor?"

"Yes, Frisk?"

"When I was calling up my soul, I saw yours as well. It was under attack by something. Sir, are you feeling alright?"

For a while, Lupin looked shocked. Then, his eyes turned sad.

"Heh, I said that I knew what it was like keeping secrets. Can you keep mine?"

"So long as it doesn't endanger yourself, or others…" Frisk parroted.

"I must apologise in advance, Frisk. For you may have to follow through that promise to the full," Professor Lupin told him grimmly. He sighed. "I'm a werewolf. With all the terrible curses and prejudices that comes with it. Once the full moon comes out for three nights , I'm a raging beast, out for people to bite and all. Professor Snape's brewing me a potion so that I don't. Even then, because of my condition, I cannot find respectable work. & what normal person would want to work with a werewolf? Luckily, I have professor Dumbledore. He allowed me into Hogwarts, when no other headmaster would have allowed me in. And now, he gave me a job too. I hope that you wouldn't think any worst of me, now that you know..."

"It's alright, Professor Lupin. I think you're one of the best teachers I've ever had." Frisk assured him, know reaching out his arms.

"Thank you, Frisk," Professor Lupin said, returning his embrace. "Now then, shall we continue on?"

The two of them of them thus headed down to the great hall. A number of Frisk's classmates were still there to greet him and keep watch as he took his dinner. Indeed, some of those even went the extra mile and accompanied him back to the hospital wing, chatting with him; just being there in general until it was time for them to return to Gryffindor tower. Thanks to all that, Frisk was able to wander off to the calm parts of sleepland.


Author's notes: Greetings, one and all. Thanks for your patience in waiting for this chapter to be fully completed. Oh, and if you caught some of the memes and other references I placed in there, yes, they were intentional. Perphaps in a post story chapter for the story, I'll reveal what the references/shoutouts/memes are. As people who saw the original chapter 9 author's notes would have noted, this story won't be the only one getting attention from me, cause of some stress from what I wanted to do with it. So now, I am happy to announce that in the works at the same time is a retelling of the Hat in Time story thus far, but with the Steam Workshop Mods in them and then some! "Cause those mods made Hatty Time so much more fun to play for me and thus far I haven't seen much, if any of such stories online before, or maybe I haven't been to the right places. In any case, if anyone's got a recommendation of mods to give me, please message me I would love to try those out. Not to worry, I'll do my best to keep those mods from interfering from the story too much. Thank you and have a great (rest of the) day! Blkey… out.