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Confrontation

As soon as it came, the darkness disappeared and I found myself right outside of Grillby's, instead of being only a few feet away from home. And instead of Papyrus rushing to meet me, he was nowhere in sight. It didn't take long for me to figure out what must have happened.

"Frisk…Frisk died…" I said in a soft tone, my metaphorical heart still having a hard time believing the truth. "Asgore…Asgore killed them!"

Then suddenly, my shock wore off and the truth wasn't that unbelievable anymore. What I felt next was a nearly overwhelming mix of horror, sadness, anger, and guilt. Horror and sadness from knowing that my little pacifist friend had been killed by King Asgore. Anger towards King Asgore who made innocent Frisk die a third time. And guilt...from the fact that I could've prevented this.

And this was the strongest one out of all my four current emotions. After all, while Frisk did clearly die, they also came back to life so that wasn't as horrible and sad as it could have been. And while I was angry that Asgore killed Frisk, I knew that he only did it so that the rest of us monsters could be free, not because he was a cruel monster. So it's hard to truly be furious at him for that.

But me…I truly was to blame for Frisk dying again, just like the other two times. I mean, if I really didn't want the human child to die, why didn't I go with them to face Asgore?! If I had gone with them, then I could've protected them! Or better yet, persuade the monster king to let them live! That's what a true friend would have done! But no, instead, I let them go alone, the thought of going with them never even crossing my mind. Whether it was because I thought facing Asgore was something Frisk had to do alone or I somehow was just being absent-minded, I don't know. And honestly, it didn't matter.

"I'm a bad friend…" I whispered brokenheartedly. "But…no more! I'm coming Frisk! I'm not going to let you die again!"

Without any time to lose, I immediately teleported to the Judgement Hall. I would have teleported past that but unfortunately; I wasn't sure where Frisk and the King were fighting so I just had to settle for the hall. Once I arrived, I raced out the Judgement Hall and into the hall that led into both the throne room and the coffin room.

When I got to the entrance to the throne room, I skid to halt, realizing that I had to choose between checking the coffin room and the throne room. My anxious metaphorical heart beat even faster as I frantically tried to make the right choice. Which was probably the throne room but you never know, Frisk could have met up with Asgore in the coffin room and he decided to just fight them there…

"No, there's not room enough for both of them to stand in there, let alone fight each other," I said out loud, inwardly berating myself for not figuring that out sooner. "Throne room it is!"

Without wasting another moment, I ran into the throne room, which was horribly empty. However, I did hear booms and clashes off in the distance and the ground beneath me trembled slightly.

"What in the world?" I asked out loud, my voice full of bewilderment, apprehension, and fear. "Wha…What are they doing in there?!"

This meant that Frisk and Asgore were still fighting, and I wasn't too late. Yet.

"Hang on Frisk, hang on!" I harshly exclaimed as I continued to run, my legs even faster as I left the throne room. When I entered an empty room, the noises suddenly stopped. Not knowing what to make of that, I pushed myself to run even faster as I now headed towards the barrier. I now desperately wished that I will find Frisk still alive with Asgore in front of barrier. That I will get there in time, that I will be able to protect and save Frisk, that Asgore will be persuaded to let the kid live. That I will not fail Frisk, that the kid will never die again.

Then suddenly, just as I was about to the room where the barrier was, everything went black again. Before I could react to this, I found myself back in Snowdin right in front of Grillby's, like I had never left the cold snow-covered town. For a second, I just stood there, feeling absolutely nothing, since my mind couldn't wrap my mind around of what just happened. And then it did.

And like I was being hit by snowballs by all sides, I was bombarded by my failure and horror. Despite my efforts, Frisk had died again by the hands of Asgore. I had let them die what was probably a painful death. And now they were fighting the King again, which will probably result in Frisk dying yet again.

Then, before I could even think about just teleporting straight to where the barrier was, blackness filled my vision. The darkness stayed only for about a second before being replaced with the very familiar Grillby's front door and the snow-covered ground. The implications of this caused me to fall to my boney knees in terror as I subconsciously tried to regain control of my frantic and unsteady breathing.

"Frisk…I…I w-wasn't…" Immediately after I said that last word, my world got consumed in darkness again before I found myself suddenly standing again after an agonizing second. What happened next was nothing short of a nightmare-like chaos. Because I couldn't even take a full intake of breath before time reloaded again. Then time got reloaded again and again and it just kept on repeating rapidly like that for who knows how long. All I was aware was the feeling of absolute terror keeping a tight hold on my soul with its icy fingers and being unable to breathe properly. Whether this was due to just not having a chance to breathe with all the reloads or because of my fear and grief, I honestly couldn't tell anymore.

Then finally, it stopped. The repeated and instant reloading finally stopped. Finally, my scenery stayed the same; instead of constantly changing because total darkness and the sights of Snowdin. Finally, Frisk stopped having the need to load. Finally, Frisk stopped…stopped dying.

For a moment, I felt relief for time being stable again and for Frisk living more than a millisecond before getting brutally killed. But that relief quickly turned into an indescribable mixture of guilt, grief, and dismay. Because not only did I fail Frisk once, I failed them so many times that I lost track. But what hurt the most was knowing that poor Frisk was probably hurting way more than me, having died horribly so many times.

I was tempted, oh so tempted to just teleport to my room and lie in my bed in a depressed state and probably cry into my pillow so that Papyrus wouldn't hear me. But I couldn't. Because Frisk was still facing King Asgore, little brave and determined Frisk. And even though I had failed them before and just might do so again, I couldn't just stay in Snowdin and wallow in self-pity either.

So after taking a deep breath even though I didn't have lungs, I teleported straight into the barrier room. What I saw next left me well, speechless. The room was a complete disaster of a mess, with craters, leaves, and gashes littering the floor. While King Asgore was nowhere to be seen, I did see Frisk. And they were going through the barrier, leaving me and the rest of the Underground behind.

"Frisk wa…" I started to yell desperately since I didn't want them to leave, not before I talked to them, before I apologized for letting them down. The rest of the words died in my nonexistent throat, however, when Frisk left my line of sight. The kid had finally left the underground.

"Wait…" I finished softly, even though there was no way Frisk could hear my pleas now. My soul then became weighed down by the heavy weights called regret and sadness as I kept on looking after them, wishing with all my nonexistent heart that they would come back. Even though deep down, I knew that my wish probably wouldn't happen.

"Frisk…whatever happened to freeing all…" The rest of my sentence then hung in midair, destined to never be said as I found myself distracted by something green and yellow moving on my right.

Not even really thinking about it, I grabbed the thing with my blue magic and brought it up right to the front of my skull. When I had a good clear look at it, I gasped and if I had a heart, then surely it would have skipped a beat. Because the thing that I had grabbed, which was currently wiggling to be free of my blue magic, was a flower with bright golden petals. And even though he looked pretty beat up, there was no doubt in my mind that he was same flower from my memory. I have finally found Flowey. And I wasn't even trying. I would have laughed at the irony if I had any bit of a good mood left.

"So there you are…" I said in an unpleasant tone as I put aside my regret and sadness to leave room for my upcoming hatred and anger. This was actually easy since as I kept on looking at the clearly despicable flower, a few memories from that long-ago timeline began to flow into me.

I remembered this little monster somehow getting all the human souls the King had in store and absorbing them. I remembered him turning into a diabolical looking and freakishly big form after he absorbed the souls. I remembered fighting him and actually defeating him. And I also remembered…wearing a red scarf at the time. And that was all I remembered. But it was all I needed to know about this truly monstrous and evil flower.

"You…you killed my brother," I growled, now knowing why I hated this flower as much. He had murdered him in cold blood, just like Chara. At that thought, I had a flashback of finding Papyrus' dust in the last timeline, and me crying into his signature scarf as a result. Instead of just torturing me, however, this flashback made me realize something. If I forgot that Flowey killed Papyrus because it happened in a timeline long-ago, then were there other past timelines where Papyrus had been killed? Just how many times has Papyrus died and left me behind?

"Oh my…you remembered that…" Flowey chuckled, even though my blue magic still had a good grip on him. "I guess you want to kill me now? Because I will totally understand if you do."

I was just about to answer him when suddenly, at the corner of my eye-socket, I saw it. Feeling like my heart was in my throat and an icy hand of horror had a tight grip on my soul, I turned my skull to see it more clearly, desperately wishing I was wrong. But alas, when I had a clear view of it, I wasn't wrong. I really did see Asgore's cape lying on the ground, shredded beyond belief and with some dust on it.

"King Asgore…" I managed to say in a shaky voice, as a part of me wondered how in the world I didn't see the cape and dust before.

"Hahahahaha!" Flowey laughed heartily and evilly, despite his voice sounding a bit breathless. "Man, you should see your face! It was the same expression that blasted kid had when I killed the King in front of them! But…oh, the best part was seeing that defiant, determined expression changed into one of horror when I turned into my omega form."

Omega form? Then suddenly, everything clicked, making me gasp in horror. King Asgore didn't kill Frisk. It…it was Flowey. After the little termite killed Asgore, he must have forced the kid to fight him resulting in…Frisk dying. Countless times. And Frisk, being the determined person they were, only just managed to defeat Flowey. How, I didn't know but…Flowey's fight to live was far from over.

"IT WAS YOU!" I yelled, pure rage in my voice as I threw Flowey with my magic onto the ground.

"IT WAS YOU WHO KEPT ON KILLING THEM!" Flowey found himself crashing onto the left wall before rapidly colliding with the right one. The walls got Flowey-shaped craters from this.

"WHY FLOWEY WHY?!" I cried as I magically threw Flowey onto the ceiling and then onto the ground.

"WHAT DID FRISK DO TO YOU?!" I made Flowey collide with the far wall, keeping an eye on his health. He had enough left HP left to survive a couple more beatings. Or hopefully more than a couple.

"WHAT DID ASGORE DO?!" I summoned some bones and sent them crashing onto Flowey. I felt some satisfaction when instead of just grunting, Flowey actually cried out in pain from that attack.

"HECK, WHAT DID MY BROTHER DO TO DESERVE DEATH?!" I magically turned Flowey upside down and sent him crashing onto the ground. His HP at this point was low enough that he would only to survive one more attack. I better make it count.

So with a flick of a finger, I sent him flying towards me, till he was a foot or so away from me. I then summoned two of my Gaster Blasters, and began to charge them. I felt some more satisfaction when I was fearful recognition light up Flowey's pained face. Good. He didn't forget how I ended him in that timeline.

"Just what…what makes that brain of yours tick?" I asked quietly, yet venomously. "Does it give you some kind of sick pleasure to kill a peaceful kid again and again or something?"

"YES! YES IT DOES!" Flowey yelled, his voice sounding so horribly sincere. "Because in this world, its kill or be killed and boy, is it way more fun and altogether better to kill instead of being killed! And I thought, no I was sure the human had finally understood after I mercilessly kill them again and again. But…but after I was defeated they…they had mercy on me."

Frisk…Frisk did what? Well, it did make sense. After all, Flowey was still alive and it did look like Frisk left the Underground without making any sort of chase. But still. To know that Frisk actually spared the little monster's life and hearing it are two different things.

"I…I just can't understand…" Flowey continued, sounding like he was both confused and frustrated at the same time. "But…I do understand you. You won't spare me, you're gonna kill me out of revenge and so that I won't be able to get sick pleasure from killing someone you love right?"

I wanted to. With every inch of my being did I want to slaughter this little bugger, and make him pay the ultimate price for his sins. But…at the same time…I knew Frisk wouldn't approve. Would they understand? Yes, but be happy about it? Definitely not. But then again…I can't just let him go…can I?

"Here's what we are going to do," I finally said after what seemed like a millennium of debating with myself. "I am going to throw as hard as I can. If you survive, I will let you go. If you die, welp, really nothing else I can do there. Though…if you do manage to survive...and decide that it would be fine to go near within thirty feet of my brother…I will make your last few moments the worst time of your frisking life. Do you understand?"

Flowey opened his mouth to answer but unfortunately for him, I didn't let him. Because right after I quickly made my Gaster Blasters disappear, I teleported to the Judgement Hall so that Flowey can fly longer when I threw him. That and because well, the Judgement Hall wasn't called that for no reason. Once I was in the long tiled hallway, I threw Flowey much harder than I had thrown him previously. When he crashed into the wall at the end of the hall and slid to the ground, I patiently waited to see if little monster would turn into a nice little pile of dust.

Welp...I think it is safe to say that we have been reminded of an important lesson here guys. DON'T TICK OFF SANS. In any case...what did you think? Were Sans and Flowey in character? Was the confrontation all that you hoped/thought it would be? Well, please tell me in a review and I will update as soon as I can. Hopefully it wouldn't be as long as last time. So till then, have a good day/night/week!