Undertale spoilers.
I don't own Undertale.
The tiny Light Blue soul revolved steadily as I looked at it.
"Why did I choose to stay in the underground?" I asked myself. "Why did I never even try to leave?"
Maybe it was because of how fast I'd made friends here. Everyone was so nice and considerate, they'd been accommodating, even to someone they'd never met. They all clashed heavily with humanity. Cyan was living proof of that. Deep down, I wanted to stay here.
But they didn't.
Could I really put my happiness over all theirs? Eventually, overpopulation would be a real problem. If they didn't get out, they would only suffer.
There was only one answer.
Now that I was so close, I couldn't choose to stay in the underground. There was no excuse now.
"the only way to the palace is through a replica of the ruins – there's one more corridor, then you're at the front gates." Sans had said. It seemed like an eternity ago, now.
I turned and walked through the archway we'd worked so hard to defend. I came out in a small courtyard, and a tall, thin entrance between walls made of grey brick.
"Hello?" I called. My voice seemed to be absorbed by my surroundings. It was so quiet. "Anybody home?"
"Come in, come in!" A cheery male voice came from the next room. I obliged, and entered.
Inside was an impressive, but empty throne room. The ground was made of soft, earthy soil. Golden flowers were beginning to sprout. They must have been very determined to live in the low-light conditions underground. The walls were made of grey brick, like everything else, but hanging from them were verdant green vines. In the centre of the room were two gold and purple thrones. One was a little dusty.
A goat-man, like Toriel, stood with his back facing me. In his hand was a little watering can. He sprinkled water around the golden flowers. His purple robe fluttered in the slight breeze from the next room.
He spoke as he turned to face me. "Would you like a cup – oh."
His face fell when he saw me. When he saw what I was carrying. He knew what I was here for.
"Come into the next room when you're… ahem. When you're ready." King Dremurr turned and hurried through the doorway on the opposite side of the throne room, and I followed him.
After walking through another corridor, I arrived in a room that seemed to be filled with pulsating light. King Dremurr stood in the middle, with seven jars. Six were empty. One had a glowing yellow soul hovering in the centre. I walked to a jar and deposited the Light Blue soul into it. My magic box vanished.
"Thank you." The king spoke softly.
"There's something else you want, isn't there?" I asked, willing my soul to appear. I could do it now. The shining green heart appeared in front of me. It wasn't like before, when I'd first fell.
"It's this." I tapped it with my finger, and felt the movement in my whole being.
"This… this is what you want?" King Dremurr asked.
"Yes." I said confidently. "Wait, no. There's one more thing."
I turned around.
Goodbye, my friends.
A piece of paper appeared in my hand with a green flash. On it, was writing. A final note to my friends.
I looked back at the king, and handed him the paper. "Give that to my friends if they come looking for me. No, when they come looking for me."
Asgore drew a blood red trident from his robe. I closed my eyes and smiled, even as the pointed tip rushed towards my head.
I opened my eyes, wrapped in darkness. It was familiar.
"Hello." Chara's voice pierced the shadows and I turned slowly.
"Here we are again." I sighed.
"I wouldn't normally ask, but since you did me a favour… do you want to go back?" She asked.
I felt like she already knew my answer. "No. I died because that was the best way to help."
"Thought you might say that. They say a human soul is a thousand times more powerful than a monster's. Right now, your skeleton and fish friends are in front of the barrier, where D… Asgore keeps the souls."
I felt what was coming next.
"They have chipped off one thousandth of your soul."
"No. No way." I was… I don't know. Shocked? Horrified? Honoured?
"Yeah. Funny what someone can accomplish if they're determined enough." She grinned. "The skeleton's got a genius friend who can do some spooky stuff. I think you might come back without my help."
"Come… back?" I was bewildered, even though it was something I'd done before. Was this for real?
Chara shut her eyes and smiled. "Yeah, any second now. Looks like this is goodbye for real."
She reached out to shake my hand and I realized that despite what she said about how we only shared a common enemy, I felt like we were friends.
I reached out, and as I did so, the shadows enveloping us brightened.
"Hey! You feelin' okay?" A loud, arrogant voice pierced my ears. Wait… what ears? I reached up to touch them, but my hands only met a hard, smooth surface. I held my hands in front of my face. Bones. Hard, white and brittle. I sat up slowly.
"Where… am I?" My voice sounded… different. "Wait, who am I?"
"you don't remember?" A short, somehow chubby skeleton in a blue hoodie leaned forward and examined my face. He stroked an imaginary beard.
"No, not a thing."
The skeleton glanced over at a figure standing beside some complex machinery and scowled. I appeared to be in a laboratory of sorts.
"well, that's ok. my name's sans."
"And… and who am I?"
He hesitated, then grinned and held out his hand to help me up. "you're my brother, papyrus."
It's been a while. Sorry about that. I had this written out for ages and forgot to upload it. Anyway, I'm pretty happy how this turned out. I like Chara's character especially, since she seems to be so misrepresented as a malevolent/psychopathic murdering demon-god. She just got bored of repeating the same reality over and over.
If I write another story, it'l be for the Yellow Human, and perhaps orange after that. I likely won't write one for Light Blue because this is sort of her story too.
Anyway, now that it's all over, leave a review! Tell me what you think. I'm always open to your criticism (as long as it's helpful). If you want to know when I get Yellow's story out, then follow me!