A/N: I am posting two chapters today. Be sure to read the previous chapter.


She took the first step into the dark. Green grass and yellow flowers decorated the ground that she walked on. A tall figure stood by a window, looking out. His majestic purple cape was all she could see. Kendall lowered her hand, trying to appear non threatening. She cleared her throat nervously.

The figure turned to her. His dark eyes looked down at her, sorrow and pain in the brown depths. The ends of his muzzle down in a frown. "I must apologize. I would very much like to invite you for a cup of tea."

"Who says we can't have a cup?" Kendall asked.

He shook his head sadly, his long blonde hair catching the sunlight. "To do so would only make what I have to do much more difficult." His deep voice was dripping in sorrow and pain.

"Why do you have to do this?" she asked.

"Because my people demand justice. Their dust still calls for it," Asgore responded. "I promised them freedom."

Kendall shook her head. "I don't want to die. I want to help, but I don't want to die," she cried out. Asgore lowered his gaze to the yellow flowers. He didn't want to hurt her, her mind supplied. He hadn't made a move to attack, waiting for her. They were at an impasse.

The air was filled with energy, like magic taking shape. A red trident formed in Asgore's paw. He squared his stance, straightening his posture. The trident buzzed in his paws, crossing his body. The throne room disappeared, yellow flowers disappearing into black. Kendall felt her SOUL float in front of her.

Its green light shone. The king didn't move looking at her with those pain-filled eyes. Kendall held her hands, down. "I don't want to fight you. I don't want you to do this." Her arms were wide, offering him mercy.

"Please, child," he begged. Fire bloomed in a paw that he held toward her. Plumes of flames drifted to her. They were slow, easily dodgeable. She dove left and right, feeling the heat and energy from the bullets. He paused as the bullets disappeared.

Kendall shook her head again. "I don't want to fight." The monster's face twisted as if in pain. The fire bullet came again. Kendall wasn't fast enough. One struck her shoulder and another her hip. She shouted in shock and pain. Asgore flinched once again, his hands lowering his trident. Kendall shook her head. "I don't want to hurt you," she repeated.

The king sighed, "I do not wish to harm you as well, but my desires are not important." Fire bullets flew toward the girl. She jumped left, letting the bullets pass her. She ducked as they flew over head.

She had to make him see reason. He had to stop attacking long enough to understand that this fight was pointless. Her eyes caught the shiny surface of the knife in her hand. If she could disarm him, maybe he would listen. Kendall got to her feet, tightening her grip on the knife. Asgore straightened his stance, his shoulders squared. The teen charged at the armored king, swinging the knife in her hand. She struck the thick metal of his breastplate, not daring to attack the joints of the armor. Her weapon barely made a scratch on the shining metal. She sighed in relief as the king backed away.

His face was cloaked in darkness. His eyes glowed a cyan, orange, then cyan once again. Asgore swung his trident. The weapon now glowed a pale blue. Kendall was frozen in shock, the weapon passed through her harmlessly. She didn't have time to think about why it didn't hurt before the weapon returned, glowing orange this time. She stood still as the weapon crashed into her. She gave another shout, falling to the ground. The trident passed through her again, once again cyan. Asgore looked down at the collapsed girl, sorrow on his face.

Kendall gritted her teeth as she pushed herself to her feet. She stabbed her knife at the king's middle, the blade sunk just beneath the breast plate. She backed away, looking at the dust that spilled from the hole in the king's tunic. Her hand shook as she realized the anger that she used to strike him. She looked down at the dust covered blade in her hands. "I'm sorry," she said to the king who staggered on his feet. He had a paw on his middle, holding his wound. His eyes were squinted in pain. He was going to fall into nothing but dust and it would be her fault. She could feel tears build in her eyes. This wasn't fair. He didn't deserve to die, he was just protecting his people. But she didn't deserve to die as well. Kendall tossed her weapon aside letting it sink into the darkness. She fell to her knees as she sobbed. This wasn't fair, why was this happening?

Sobs wracked her body, nasty and breathless. "Child, why do you sob?" Asgore asked.

She looked up at the towering monster who was blurred with her tears. "This isn't fair. I don't want to hurt you. I want to live. I want my friend to see the sun, to feel the wind. I want the guard to see the trees to change color. I want monsters to see the stars. And I can't do anything," she blurted.

Asgore's brown eyes lowered to the ground. The red light of the trident disappeared. "I do not wish for anymore bloodshed as well," his voice rumbled. Kendall wiped her eyes, getting to her feet. "But you will not be able to reach the Surface with just your SOUL."

"Maybe I should just stay here," Kendall mused. "Toriel would probably would let me stay. Or Searifa."

The king perked at Toriel's name. "Child, have you spoken with my wife?"

Kendall looked at the king with a strange look. "I am assuming you are talking about Toriel. Yea, I stayed with her for a while. I bet I can get her to come here."

The king smiled fondly, "I do truly miss her. Perhaps if you convince her to return, you could stay in the castle."

"Like a family," Kendall added. A yellow something bounced behind the king. It moved in a familiar dancing pattern. "No," she shouted, jumping at Flowey. The flower's eyes widened as she fell toward him, the ring of white pellets that he formed around him remained as he sunk into the ground.

They stung like little knives as she crashed into them. Her lungs seized and she choked on her breath. "Child," Asgore's voice called out, concern obvious. Kendall's eyes strayed to the green-shaped in front of her chest. It disappeared as the garden came back into view. Though the edges of her view were dark. Her arms and legs refused to move. Her chest was so heavy and each breath was difficult. Soft hands picked her up, moving her to a sitting position.

Her head felt so fuzzy. She looked at the monster king's eyes. She closed her eyes that were too heavy and sighed.

UT~UT~UT

Searifa was racing through the golden hall. Her feet creating the only noise. A figure stepped out from behind one of the pillars. She skidded to stop herself. She looked down at the skeleton. "Sans, move," she hissed.

"You're too late," he replied. "She's dead." Searifa collapsed, her knees hitting the tiles. Her green eyes looked down at her hands. "Let's get you home. I know a shortcut." She walked beside the skeleton.

The cold air of Snowdin jolted her out of her thoughts. Sans released the hand he had on her arm. He shuffled ahead and she mindlessly followed him. She could hear the whispers, excited that they were so close to being free. Whispers of sunshine and rain, of real snow and stars. It made her sick. None of them knew Kendall. They didn't even know that they celebrated an innocent life lost. "Hey, Seari. I don't have a key to your house," San's voice said. The lizard monster unlocked the door, slipping inside. She didn't bother to kick off her boots. She dragged her slush full boots across the floor, collapsing on her couch.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed a recently called number. "Kendall, I have been worried sick. You haven't called in like you said you would." Searifa sniffled, shutting her eyes. "Kendall?" Toriel's voice asked.

"I-I. I'm so sorry. I did my best," Searifa choked out, her voice hissing without control. She shut her eyes as she heard the mother's voice wail. The phone hung up and Searifa tossed it across the room. She curled herself into a small ball, hiding her face.

UT~UT~UT

Sans shuffled through the snow to a door. He knocked like he always did. "Knock, Knock," he called out.