Gaster, Chara, and Goner Kid walked up the stairs of a small house near the larger house. He knocked on the door and waited. Goner Kid waited nervously behind Gaster and Chara.

"I got it," Monster Kid shouted from beyond the door.

"No no. I already told you that you're not supposed to answer the door."

"Oh… right…"

Loud footsteps approached the door. An eye peeked through a small hole in the door. "Who are you," a woman asked.

"My name is W. D. Gaster, and I have to talk with you for a moment."

"Yo! Isn't that Papyrus' dad," Monster Kid asked excitedly. "That's so cool!"

The door opened. There was a tall armless monster looking at Gaster. "What do you need?"

"It has something to do with your daughter."

"Daughter," she questioned. "But she went missing a year ago."

Goner Kid's eyes widened.

Gaster nodded. "Yes. Well, me and Chara here found someone who looked like Monster Kid."

The monster gasped. "Where is she?" Monster Kid poked his head out of the door.

Gaster stepped to the side to allow the parent to see Goner Kid. She had her tail wrapped around her. She shyly waved. "Hello."

The monster grabbed Goner Kid and hugged her tightly. She had tears in her eyes. "I was so worried about you! Where have you been all this time? The Underground isn't a big place."

"Yo Sis! You don't look all pale now," Monster Kid exclaimed.

Goner Kid's eyes teared up. "I… you saw me?"

Monster Kid nodded. "Yeah! You were always hanging out around the bridge. I tried to say hello, but you'd just stare at the river. "

"She's been through quite an ordeal this past year. Whether or not she tells you is up to her, but know that I've been through something similar, and it isn't her fault." Gaster sighed. "Well, I've taken enough of your time. Have a good day." He waved goodbye to the family and walked down the stairs. "Time to go home Chara."

"Yo, Dr. Gaster, thank you, for bringing Donna back" Monster Kid exclaimed. He had a huge grin on his face.

Gaster turned his head and smiled. "It was no problem."

"See ya later," Chara yelled as she and Gaster walked back to their house.


Asriel sighed. He paced around outside the door with Verdana. "Do I wanna go back in there?" Asriel gulped and turned the knob slowly. He spied the sleeping figure of the cat. Asriel quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He stood there for a few minutes before working up enough courage to ask a question. "Verdana, what was the first of your names," Asriel asked curiously.

Verdana opened her eyes and snapped her attention to the door. Asriel was standing there. "You're still here?"

Asriel nodded and sat on the bed. He gave a sad smile. "Yeah… I was just sorta curious about ya. Er… if it makes you feel less nervous," Asriel began. He mentally smacked himself. "... Just know that I was sorta like you are now."

Verdana squinted at Asriel. "What do you mean by that?"

"You can't feel anything, can you?"

Verdana's eyes widened. "How did you know that? What gave it away," she demanded.

"Well, you've said that you didn't care, and that you named yourself. If you had several names, why not choose the first? Unless you were hiding something, that is."

The cat sighed. "You're right, Asriel."

"And I'm going to guess that you're not an actual cat, right?"

Verdana nodded. She looked over her body. "Yeah."

"No wonder why you feel so soft."

Verdana stared at Asriel. "So how can you relate to me? You look perfectly normal to me."

"Ah hah… well, this is a recent development." Asriel rubbed his neck. "I used to be named Flowey. And yes, I was a flower."

"Then there's hope for me," Verdana asked. Her eyes were wide.

Asriel nodded. "For now, let's figure out who you were." He frowned. "We really don't have six human souls on hand though, and absorbing every monster soul would be really tricky. How about this, do you remember anything? I don't think you do, but it's worth a shot."

Verdana frowned and shook her head. "I've been wandering for years, trying to figure out what happened, and trying to figure out why I couldn't feel anything but a tired feeling," she groaned in frustration and placed her paw on her head. "I remember tripping or falling… or something like that, but I don't remember anything else. I don't know who I knew. I don't know what I was. All I know is that I had a different name, one similar to my new one."

Asriel frowned. "Surely there must be someone you remember?"

Verdana closed her eyes. "I'll try again to see what I can remember, if I can remember something."

Asriel nodded. "Well, if you remember something, pull me aside and tell me."

The cat nodded. "I will."

Asriel left the room.


A yellow eye pierces the darkness of a room long since abandoned. The figure eyes the security cameras. Three white bullets shoot towards the cameras, taking them out without any issue. "Gotta get that tape," the figure chants quietly. They dash towards a television and VHS player. Lined up at the side were several unmarked tapes.

The figure groaned. "I'll have to watch all of them just to figure out which tape is which." They placed a VHS tape in the player and pressed start. Their fingers moved to the volume buttons to turn it down. The figure grinned when they looked at the recording. "Bingo." They quickly ejected the tape and stuffed it in a small bag they brought.

Their eyes settled on a pile of plushes of the same animal. "Cats?"

The eyes of the cat plushes seemed to stare at the figure. "Relax, you only came for the tape, not the cat plushes." They tried to leave, but caught the cat's gaze once again. "No. Stop it. You'll get caught if you dilly-dally. " They tried to leave yet again, but couldn't stop staring. The figure groaned and grabbed the plushes and stuffed them in their bag, one-by-one. No longer being stared at, the robber took off and successfully left the house.


Toriel and Asgore sat in the dining room, laughing and telling stories. They each had a plate of pie and a cup filled with tea.

"Humans are strange creatures. They seem to like petting me at every meeting I go to," Asgore stated. "Something funny happened today. At the meeting, a monster also attending the meeting yelled out,' King Fluffybuns,' when I walked into the room. The humans began to call out that name and laughed."

"Goodness, looks like the nickname wasn't just for the Underground." Toriel smirked. "Well, I've got a bit of a story too. As you are aware, I am taking classes to become a teacher."

Asgore nodded. "You always did want to become one."

"So I was in class today, when there's this knock on the door. Behind the door was a lunatic, also known as the children's history teacher. He was yelling and screaming about how we monsters need to get back into the Underground and die out."

"Their history teacher is like that," Asgore questioned. He was appalled.

Toriel nodded. "Unfortunately." She sipped her tea. "So obviously, he was trying to hurt my character by telling lies and half-truths. Once he's in the middle of his ranting, a woman named Abbie slammed the door in his face." Toriel laughed. "Perhaps that's the reason he wasn't at their school today."

Asgore laughed. "Perhaps." He stretched his arms and legs. "It's nice, being friends again."

Toriel nodded. "Yes. I'm so glad we put that whole situation behind us. Don't get me wrong, I don't condone what you did."

"Nor do I."

"But at least we can sit and talk." Toriel took a bite of her pie. Her face scrunched up reflexively. She swallowed the bite and gave a weak smile towards the kitchen. "It's getting better Papyrus."

Papyrus poked his head from the kitchen door. "Wowie! I'm so glad you feel that way Lady Toriel!"

"Although." She checked her pie. "Spaghetti is an odd choice for a filling, especially since you put butterscotch in it anyway."

"I was trying out a new flavour! Everyone seems to like your pies and my spaghetti, so if I were to combine the two, I would get one mega-dish!"

Toriel gave a thumbs up. "Good job."

Papyrus cheered and walked back in the kitchen. She quickly took the plates of pie over to the trash can and scraped it off the plate. She sat back in her chair and placed the plates back on the table. "He is getting better," Toriel stated. "Perhaps he'll make something I can actually eat after a couple more weeks of practice.

"Agreed. Thank you Toriel."


And done! So maybe now that you have a couple more scenes, you can piece together something related to the prophecy. I was hoping to get a little more time before I started to really lay on one of the points, but I couldn't draw it out enough.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Bye guys!