Am I cursed? Am I dead? Am I the problem? These questions raced around my head as I came to at my RESET home. The one time I have a good time, it ends up being a massacre. Happiness... It felt so far away. It couldn't be reached, as if a chain had been rapped around it twenty times, with a padlock locking it all up. I am no good guy. I'm a damn flower. I'm a villain. I'm the curse. If I wasn't involved with a timeline, they wouldn't end up like that. There would be no Omega Flowey. There would be no Asriel Dreemur. They could finally go to the surface. The happy ending everybody wants, has wanted, would be finally available. The more I thought about it, the more it became apparent that everything would work out without me. Without ASRIEL.I looked to the sky, and set my mind to the future. I will become the hero I've always wanted to be. I alone would save the underground... From myself.
A/N
I know what you're thinking. "Did this story just update?" Yes it did. And it will. Though, this will cost some stuff. Mainly, Baby Sans. Because of Swatter13 not updating or staying in touch, it has left it as a lifeless husk, stuck in development. It can't continue without him/her. Unless they update, Baby Sans will be on hiatus (what else is new?). So, welcome to the new Asriel story arc: Death of a Fallen Prince!
I know it's a bad name. Judge me, and it might change.
I really really am Undertale trash now, huh.