It feels really weird getting back to writing this after being away for so long. I felt terrible for leaving this fanfiction, but the words wouldn't come. However, it was always in the back of my mind, begging me to keep going. Originally, this was going to be the last chapter, but I don't want to rush through it. However, I will post this, the first half of what was going to be the last chapter, as a promise that this fanfiction WILL have a satisfying ending. Maybe not tomorrow, but it will.

I don't know if there are people who are still interested in this, but if there are, thank you so much for bearing with me. The ending of this is near and, even though it makes me sad to think that it's going to end, I'm very happy for sharing this with you.

I hoped this whole situation would've been a dream, but I guess I'm not that lucky, right? Frisk spoke to your soul, with a speck of sarcasm colouring her voice.

I'm sorry, my sweetheart, but no, it wasn't a dream, you answered kindly. And then a bunch of voices tried to talk to Frisk at once.

HUMAN! YOU ARE FINALLY BACK TO US!

I knew they had nothing on you, girl, shouted Undyne full of enthusiasm.

I was so worried about you, my child, said Toriel and you could imagine her crushing Frisk in her arms. If any of you could move your arms, at least.

Let her breathe, you said and, to your surprise, they did. Do you think you can move, Frisk? We certainly can't, but your soul is stronger. And you have us backing you up.

Frisk was silent for a few seconds and through your motionless eyes, you saw her fingers twitching. The movement was subtle and the arguing duo didn't seem to notice. Yes, I think I can. But what will that do? I have no idea how to fix this.

No one does. But if anyone can, it's you. You could feel her red soul tremble with emotion at your statement.

I will stand up to them, she answered, the slightest hint of uncertainty in her voice. But I really need your support. I can't do this, not without all of you.

You have it, human, said Asgore with his regal voice. Your kindness to all those monsters is proof that I've been mistaken all those years about your race. But I have to say, it's the first time I'm so excited to be wrong.

Thank you, your Majesty. So much. You were sure that if Frisk was standing in front of you in this moment, she'd be on the verge of tears.

She cut her connection to your souls, concentrating on gaining the full control of her body. In a few minutes, you watched as she blinked furiously. She'd be able to stand up soon and then your little "rebellion" would be known both to Asriel and Chara. She'd certainly be in trouble then. Your little monster soul, weak as it was, was on the verge of breaking already. What would happen is she was hurt again? Surely you wouldn't be able to stand that.

Some of your worries must have passed to the others through your bond. You felt their sympathy and you'd have blushed if you could. You had conceived your romantic feelings for the human girl so much time that it felt rather weird having them exposed to the naked eyes of those monsters, especially your brother and your friend Toriel. But you felt their approval and it made you feel better about your choices. Or it would, if it wasn't for the imminent end of the world, which would deem everything meaningless.

Optimism. Undoubtedly your greatest quality.

Go on, Sans. Help her. I know you're dying to. We'll give you the last of our strength, said Asgore. I believe you are the one she most wants beside her.

Do you mean that? You questioned surprised. I'm sure you'd be much more suitable to…

Stop speaking ya bonehead and go help the little punk! Practically screamed Undyne and you felt her soul transmitting you her remaining strength. So did Asgore, Toriel, Papyrus and Alphys. Their souls circled your own and filled you with strength and determination, enough to break your chains linking you to Asriel.

Suddenly, you could feel your bones. The cold, dry, hard ground felt like the most comfortable bed you'd ever laid on. You moved your fingers slightly. Your control over your movements wasn't as fluid as it should have been, as if there was a pause between the thought of moving and your body actually doing it. You tried reaching the swirl of magic deep within your soul. Your grasp over it wasn't as strong and natural as it'd always been, but you could reach it. It was more than you hoped for and, as long as it helped Frisk, you didn't mind if it stayed that way for ever.

As you were still trying to gain control over your body, you heard a laugh that almost made you cower back inside your tiny soul. "And what do you think you can accomplish now, human?" Asriel said, practically spitting the words. "You're a tiny human with a fragile body and no magic at all. No matter how strong human determination can be, it is no much for the concentrated souls of every monster in the Underground"

"You don't have to do this, Asriel" answered Frisk in her most kind, calm voice. "You don't have to be like this. If your parents knew you had survived, even in that form, I'm sure things would be different down here. They love you so much. And I know you do, too".

While his attention was occupied with Frisk, you got on your feet. So you felt the rush of energy from Asriel, you saw his expression change into one of extreme anger and the beam emerging from his hands. Your magic threw Frisk on the wall, but she wasn't hit by Asriel's much more powerful one. You ran to her as soon as you could, your legs heavy and difficult to move.

"Sans?!" she shouted, pleasantly surprised.

"Yes, sweetheart. The others helped me wake up. Are you okay? I can't control my magic very well, I didn't mean to push you so hard"

"No, no, it's okay". She stood up with trembling knees. "He isn't, though".

And indeed, Asriel was far from okay. His body was getting bigger and bigger as he was absorbing energy from the souls of the monsters he had under his control. Around him, space seemed to be distorted, objects blurring and changing shapes, as if his presence alone changed the fabric of reality. Behind him, Chara seemed tiny and unimportant, even though her smile could be the most frightening thing about the whole situation.

Seeing her tiny human body, an idea flashed through your head. A stupid idea probably, but it could be worth a shot. "Frisk, I think I have something. My magic isn't very strong right now, but it can easily kill a human. I can kill Chara and maybe Asriel will be distracted and he will lose control over the souls."

Frisk smiled kindly to you and touched your skull lightly. "Sans. No matter what she did to you, to all of us, deep inside she is still just a child. An angry, confused child, but still. I was like that too, once. Maybe I could've ended up like her, but I held on any hope I had and I became strong. Whatever she did, she deserves hope. She deserves mercy"

You looked at her in disbelief, your skull forming an incredulous grin. "No matter how kind you are, Frisk, you can't mean that. That… thing murdered your friends. That thing took over your body and enjoyed your pain. She took you from me. She doesn't deserve any mercy neither from me or you". Frisk grimaced at your words and, standing up, she closed you tightly in her embrace and whispered in your ear.

"Please, Sans. I think mercy is exactly what she needs. Asriel, too. They need sympathy. Trust me. We will be kind, we will try to help them. And they will help us, too".

You pulled away from her embrace, trying not to let your anger show. "And what if it doesn't work? What if the only way to stop them is a bone through their hearts". Frisk looked away from your intense gaze, her eyes filling with tiny sparkling tears.

"If this doesn't work… I will kill her. I will kill her with my own hands".