Me:...I made this exceedingly long.

Asriel: We've seen longer.

Frisk: Much longer.

Red: It isn't like you haven't done this before. Geez, Ben.

Me: Hm. Anyway, I did a lot of things in this chapter because honestly...it looks pretty messy, and the end is sorta rushed, but I didn't wanna break it up. So...here we are. It might be my absolutely pathetic attempt at feels, and a possible alternate ending to a possible Flowerfell story...but hey, you can always laugh at how bad I write these! :D

Fell!Toriel:...*hugs me tight* Your confidence is dangerously low, child...

Me:...I realize that keeps happening.

Chapter Start!


(Frisk's Mindscape)

Frisk was able to adjust quickly to creating a mental picture of the soul he was speaking to, with some of the magic he had left. He could sense without a doubt that this soul belonged to Chara, or at least an alternate version of Chara, because this one was clearly female, unlike his brother. It really made him wonder that some timelimes are so drastically different that the very gender can contrast greatly from another. But that was a wonder he had no time to indulge himself in.

Right now, he needed to address the female version of Chara.

Appearing on the mental plane, Frisk stood in a field of flowers. Across from him, stood the alternate Chara. Her smile was calmer than he expected, but he also sensed a bit of urgency from her, though he could tell she was trying to be considerate of how he was processing information. She clasped her hands and smiled brightly.

"Hey there, Frisk. Or maybe...Frisk Dreemurr is a better greeting." Frisk jumped back in surprise. "Heh, did I surprise you? I bet I did."

"How...how did you...?"

"You'll have to forgive me for the rather abrupt appearance. From the severe timeline distortion, I was cut off from this timeline's version of Frisk, and I became suck in the entire castle." Chara began. Then she shook her head. "Bah, where are my manners? Obviously, my name is Chara Dreemurr. Kinda already knew that, since I'm an alternate version of your brother."

Frisk tilted his head. "And...how would you know that just by looking at me?"

"Oh it wasn't just from looking at you, I did a quick mind probe to see all of your memories to get myself caught up on your situation." She blinked owlishly, then rubbed her neck. "But...that isn't really a good practice on manners, is it? I didn't even ask you first. Great, now I sound like a hypocrite. Even more than usual."

Frisk shrugged. "At least you're a pretty hypocrite~"

"I don't think this is the time for your flirting habit to come into play." Chara replied sternly, though she did blush a bit brighter and fiddle with her skirt slightly. Soon enough, she sits down on a patch of flowers and pats the ground next to her. "Sit with me. Like I said before, we need to talk."

Frisk nodded as he walked up to the alternate Chara and sits next to her like she's requested. He drags his hand through some of the flowers. Even though they weren't truly real, they still felt nice to some extent.

"Now, I'm sure you realize that this Universe is almost identical to yours...except that everyone's some degree of asshole but me, Frisk, and Asriel/Flowey. But it's not like they didn't have their reasons..." Chara sighed as she hugged her knees. "Most of everyone's suffering is a result of my own stupid actions. What was I thinking?!"

Frisk was rather surprised. His version of Chara wasn't at all regretful of his actions until they properly reformed him. But this one has been regretting her choices for a very long time, and would always be regretting them for as long as she existed. It's no wonder she's still here with her soul. All the other souls couldn't pass onto the next life because the monsters kept them contained.

But Chara...Chara refused to pass on. Not until she's done what she could to make things right.

Chara sighed as she pushed her legs out gently. "Anyway, I'm not here to tell you of my past life since you know a majority of the story already, it just has minor differences. No, I'm here to help you, help everyone. I was just waiting patiently until you came. There's things you need to know in order to progress and do what you need to do."

"Like what?"

Chara looked forward and raised her hand. The scenery suddenly shifted around them, though the patch of flowers they sat on still stayed where they were. Soon enough, they were seeing three specific people.

"You see, Frisk. Just because I wasn't mentioned too often in this specific timeline...that doesn't mean I wasn't there watching.. It didn't mean that I wasn't there to see what happened. How it happened. And why." Chara said softly. "I'm sure Sans gave you the summarized version of the story. But now...now you'll see and hear the whole thing." She nodded. "Our main characters of this story are Frisk. Female, eighteen-year old Frisk. Flowey. And Sans. This is the story of how the flowers cursed her body with every Reset. The story of how no matter how many times she was killed, she always chose kindness. No matter how many times monsters has insisted that 'Kill or Be Killed' is the law of the world...she chose the brighter path. This is the story of how the Sans of this world went from hating how persistent she was...to falling in love with her for it."

Frisk blinked. "The me of this universe and Sans...they fell in love?"

"Yeah. This is a pretty tragic love story, Frisk. I'll be honest. I'm a pretty tough gal, and I was bawling my eyes out."

Soon, snow began to fall around them. And the scenery changes again. It shifts to the three that Chara mentioned earlier. Frisk with multiple flowers on her head and face, Flowey in a flower pot, and Sans, with a wicked grin, holding his hand out for her to shake. Their very first meeting.

Chara slowly closed her eyes, then lowered her head until her hair overshadowed said eyes.

"This is the story of this Alternate Universe. Its Codename: Flowerfell."

[ASGORE: GaMetal Remix]

The wind howls. Darkness spreads over the large room that contains the Barrier. Asgore's black Trident blended in with most of the darkness around him. He was the last obstacle to achieve the ideal ending for this timeline...it was certainly possible.

Asriel was filled with Determination.

"I shall not allow you to ridicule the memory of my only son any longet, you blasphemous impersonation. Your execution...is NOW." Asgore's trident was suddenly lit with black flames, he twirls it quickly and jabbed at Asriel with unrelenting force. Asriel jumped back as the trident cracked the earth and picked up debris.

Asriel landed a couple feet away as he stared at his alternate father. "I'm not a fake, Dad. I'm far from it."

"Don't mock me. I know the reality of this world. My son is dead!" He roared as his trident picked up more debris as black flames short towards him in waves. Asriel jumped upwards to dodge most of the waves before landing on his feet again. "Toriel has truly gone mad if she believes our son has returned from the dead. I cannot allow her to continue like this. I may have to oversee her banishment this time."

Asriel narrowed his eyes, sclera now black. "She's not going back there!" Flames gathered in his paws as he throws two balls of them towards Asgore. The elder Royal easily dispels them with his paw outward. Asriel clenched his fists. "She can't go back to the Ruins by herself, and she won't. Her mentality has greatly deteriorated because of how alone she was and how the darkness continues to haunt her. She can't handle staying trapped there anymore!"

"She'll be staying there where she cannot get hurt! That is my word, and it will be followed!" Asgore roared as flames rained down from the ceiling, enlarging quickly and accelerating without too much preparation. Asriel had to one again dodge most of them, and just barely dispelled two of the fireballs before he felt the blunt side of Asgore's trident strike him in the chest. He skidded back a couple feet before finally stopping. "Your attempts to sway my judgement just because you appear as my son...will only end in failure!"

Asriel shook his head. "Your judgement is clouded by rage and hate! Those are not the emotions that should be used to lead a kingdom!"

"What would you know about leading a kingdom?!"

"Enough to know that this isn't the best way to do so!"

Asgore swung his black trident at Asriel with overwhelming force, Asriel quickly flips backward to dodge the blow. The trident twirls again very quickly in order to strike Asriel again, though this time he was able to somewhat defend against the blow by crossing his arms. He once again landed a couple feet away.

Sans sighed. He had a cage of bones surrounding himself and Toriel, so that they couldn't suffer too much backlash from the battle. "hey, kid. i know you're feeling pretty hesitant because he's your pops...but remember what's at stake here."

Asriel blinked as he did indeed remember why they were in such a hurry. Every minute he spend son this fight, Frisk grows weaker. There was no way he could afford to waste anymore time. But Asgore was powerful enough in his own universe. In this one, his restraint might as well be nonexistent. He had to push back or else Frisk won't make it.

...Thunder Blade.

He manifested a Chaos Blade in his paws, then greatly enhances by coursing Shocker Breaker through the sword. He then grips it tight as the sword was now covered in colorful lightning. His sclera turning black once agin, he rushed for Asgore with newfound speed, slashing downwards. Asgore skillfully blocks the strike, his trident coated in black flames. Both of them glared at each other angrily, for different reasons.

"I'm doing what is best for my people!"

"What if the best isn't what they want?!"

They pushed away from one another before rushing once again. Rainbow lightning clashed with black flames as the blade and trident slashed against one another with enough force to violently shake the room around them, as well as cause streaks of lightning and balls of fire to spread outward and damage the room. The Barrier rippled from the amount of power pushing against it with the constant attacks.

"Wanting the best life isn't always what's best! You can't keep deciding every single thing that might be best for the monsters! They have the right to think for themselves!" Asriel shouted as he pushed forward.

Asgore pushed back, sliding Asriel across the room, making him drag his feet slightly. Asriel eventually stopped oushing and jumped back so he could slash upward again. This time Asgore stumbled, but only slightly. His fangs were bared as he clenched tightly onto his trident. Both of his eyes began to flash blue and orange, before he slashed at Asriel with the orange. Asrieo moved through the attack, and was holding still for the blue one. Though Asgore stopped mid-attack and raised his hand so a giant pillar of fire strikes Asriel in the chest. He winced greatly, but teleported back onto the ground before any serious damage could have been done.

The pillars of black flames became more constant, leaving Asriel to constantly jump around to avoid the bursts of fire pushing through the ground with violent and harsh intent. While in the air, be slashed downward again, which as again parried by the Trident. Though this time Asriel used his other paw to blast a wave of flames right at Asgore's chestplate. The blast was strong, snd it knocked him over a couple times before he was eventually slumping against the wall. He used his trident to keep standing, watching with frustration as Asriel landed on his feet again.

"Dad. Don't don't do this, please. You know this isn't the path you want to stay on." Asriel said, softly this time. "If this path is not going to lead you to happiness, then you shouldn't take it if you don't want to."

"This IS my path to happiness! Claiming vengeance for my family's shattering will make me happy!" Asgore shouted.

"Trying to lead on the drive of pure vengeance is never a good sign. You're letting yoir hate blind you to what's really important!" Asriel said, his rainbow scarf tucked tightly around his neck. "You got your people to believe that killing one another is their only chance at survival." He shook his head. "I can sense it. They don't want to survive! They want to live! You can't force all the monsters to be miserable just because you are!" He pointed at Toriel. "Just look at Mom! She's broken emotionally, mentally, and spiritually! Banishing her to the Ruins alone only made her worse, not better!"

Asgore lifted his trident and struck the prongs hard into the ground. Once again, more black flames shot out from the ground. Asriel leapt backwards to dodge, but was caught off-guard my Asgore covering his fist in black flames and punched Asriel right into the Barrier. The young one recivered quickly, though now blood runs from his cheek. He ignored it.

"Power isn't everything, Dad. Looks what the hunger for it, as well as the constant hatred in the air has done to the monsters, what it's done to you..."

Asgore bared his fangs as he tightly clenched his trident. "I thought I told you already...you will CEASE this ruse at once! My son is not of this world any longer, and I shall NOT stand here and watch you continue to make a mockery of his memory!" A large wave of insidious black flames shoots towards Asriel, who slices the wave in half and listened to the flames crash behind him.

Toriel and Sans were still warching the battle rage on, unable to get a proper gauge on who currently had the lead. The latter knew that Asriel was more than capable of victory, but he feels the need to keep restraining himself simply because it's his father, alternate universe or not. In another time, Sans would have scoffed at how much compassion Asriel was capable of ,even to his enemies. But now, now he was hoping the pre-teen couod find a way to make it out of this conflict with as little damage as possible. His own fight with Asgore was intense because he was fighting for Frisk. Asriel's fight with Asgore was even more intense because he too was fighting for Frisk, as well as other obvious and personal reasons.

Sans could hear Toriel praying quietly and desperately to herself. He almost winced when her voice cracked, and he saw a desparate tear rolling down her cheek.

c'mon, kid. don't give the old hag even more things to cry about...

(Frisk's Mindscape)

"Flowerfell..." Frisk repeated.

"Yes, Frisk." Chara nodded. "This is the story of the Flowerfell Universe. The more detailed summary of the story, anyway. We don't have time to show you the whole thing."

"No. I suppose not..."

Chara turned around towards the images again. "Anyway, just as usual, Frisk falls down on a patch of flowers, officially entering the Ruins. As she curiously proceeds onward, Flowey(Asriel) appesrs before her, greeting her frightfully. She assured him that she meant no harm. He was initially surprised by how nice she was, but was pretty insistent that she couldn't stay that way if she wanted to survive. It was then that Toriel confronted her and lead her through the Ruins. Also as usual, Frisk saw her as Mom..." Chara had to pause a little after that one. "...Though since Mom was seriously unhinged due to her time alone, every time she thought that Frisk would leave her like the others, she would kill her. And every time, Frisk would come back to life, and a buttercup bloomed on her body. After constant failures, Frisk and Flowey got through to her, though she had many buttercups on her already. They've already made the connection that every time she died and came back, a flower would bloom on her body."

The curse...Frisk thought.

"Yes Frisk, the curse." Frisk jumped at this. "I'm playing these memories in your head, Frisk. Of course I can hear your thoughts."

"O-Oh...right."

"Anyway, Frisk was able to leave the Ruins with Flowey in tow. But that's when they ran into their latest, initially reluctant, companion. Sans the Skeleton." Chara continued. "And Sans, being one of the biggest assholes in this version of the Underground, thought nothing of Frisk, and killed her when the opportunity presented itself. However, he was confused when the timeline Reset, he saw her again, and she greeted him again as if nothing happened. She continued with this even as Sans watched Papyrus kill her multiple times. She never fought back, never returned fire. She always kept trying to get through him through nonviolent means through trial and error. Eventually both he and Sans stopped trying to kill her. He asked her did she think the worst person could change. If anyone could be a good person if they just tried."

"Of course she said yes." Frisk said.

"Precisely. With this, she managed to win Sans' loyalty and protection, and his view towards her changed. Even with the loss of her sight and her ability to walk by herself, she never once struck back for her own sake, even when Flowey and Sans kept insisting on it." Chara kept changing images throughout the Alternate Frisk's journey through the Underground. "Waterfall. Hotlands. The Core. New Home. She's somehoe managed to endure the wrath of Undyne, Muffet, Alphys, Mettaton. All of your friends were her enemies...yet she still repeated this mantra:

Always be kind.

Sometimes kindness is all we can give.

Sometimes kindness is enough.

She believed in this, even though most of her body was covered in flowers, and she barely had any time left. Sans and Flowey managed to get to Asgore, and they fought him valiantly. Sans eventually won, and could have finished him off. But he didn't. He couldn't. He simply repeated the same mantra and left him behind. Frisk has changed him for the better, and he never wanted to go back. Their journey has ended, and they successful at getting Frisk through the Underground." Chara lowered her head again. "But the cost was too much for them to handle."

Frisk was shifted to another scene. He could see his alternate self lying on the ground, almost completely covered in flowers. Sans and Flowey looked ready to fall apart at the sight of it.

"The damage was already done. Frisk was far too close to death, and this one she wouldn't be coming back from. They begged her to hold on, but it was far too late for that. Knowing she was finished, Frisk willingly gave up her soul to break the Barrier, freeing the monsters from ther centuries-long captivity and allowing them access to the Surface, without the urge to start a war. But...they couldn't be happy. Frisk has done too much for them to simply forget her. They were heartbroken, and regretful. And as for Sans and Flowey...they'd never be happy again. Since Frisk looked so much like me even though she's older, Flowey couldn't handle her dying permanently because of the exact same flowers. Sans lost the love of his life. And you know how crushed monsters can be when they lose the love of their lives."

Frisk knew all too well. The very first time he met Asgore, he hid how broken he was without his wife and children through his usual happy-go-lucky smile. Knowing his wife was out there and wanted nothing to with him...it caused so much misery. He's glad he was able to fix that when he had the chance.

Chara clenched her fists. "...It's not right. That's just messed up. I couldn't let things end there. I can't let everything end there! But...I didn't have the power to change things. Not by myself." Chara turned to Frisk. She reached her hand out and her soul manifested abover her palm. Frisk's soul emerged from his own body and floated parallel to hers. "So when the timeline Reset and I saw you instead of her...I also saw opportunity."

"Opportunity...?"

"You've defied fate before. You can do it again. My soul disappeared for a while, but it never shattered. That's how we change things. Everyone will get happier ending than what they got before. We can Save the Frisk of this timeline, AND break the Barrier." Chara held her hand out to Frisk. "I have a plan, but I can't complete it without you, Frisk. Please. You have to help me change the ending to this tragic tale."

Frisk didn't need to be asked twice. Without hesitation, he grabbed the hand she offered, and the two of them exited his mindscape in a bright flash of light.

[Music and Battle Continues]

Despite the obvious amount of damage slowly becoming present on both of their bodies, neither Asriel or Asgore dared to back down. Sans had to raise up yet another wall of bones to keep the backlash and turbulence at bay, because the first wall was beginning to crumble. He had Toriel right behind him, so he wouldn't risk her getting caught up in any splintered bones in case the pressure became too much.

Sans had to give Asriel credit. He was powerful. He could also sense that the child was still holding back. He wasn't out to kill, yet he was also making a point that he was not afraid to use nonlethal force to end a growing conflict that cannot be settled peacefully.

well one thing's for sure. i'd hate to be the guy who fully gets this kid genuinely pissed off.

Asgore once again stood tall, the dark flames now coating his body. "Submit." The amount of authority out behind this demand as astonishing. Sans actually sweated a bit. Just a bit.

Asriel didn't flinch at all. His sclera black once again. "You know I can't do that." It wouldn't be long now. The king was slowing down.

"Very well. Have it your way."

Asgore swings his trident three times, sending wave after wave of black flames towards Asriel in an expanding arc. Asriel pushed his paws out and broke through two of the waves by surrounding himself with his own fire, then sliced through the third one with Thunder Blade. Multiple black balls of fire were shot towards Asriel, and each of them were countered with his own colorful variation of them. Each exploded violently when they collided against one another.

An opening.

A larger flame was conjured up in Asriel's paws as he pushed it forward, watching it shoot fast at Asgore and explode right at his chest. The blow made him stumble backwards again, though he blanted his trident into the ground an remained mostly unmoving. Asriel narrowed his eyes as he remembered that the black flames coating Asgore's body would greatly reduce whatever fire magic he uses against him. Fire was officially out of the question.

"...What are you doing?" Asgore suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I did not stutter. None of your attacks have been lethal. It is like you're merely trying to incapacitate me rather than kill me. You ought to know that I don't share your restraint in the slightest."

"Of course my attacks are non-lethal. I'm not trying to kill you."

"Foolish." Asgore scoffed, swiping his Trident and sending another black wave of flames. "You've traversed the entire Underground, yet you've learned nothing." Asriel dispelled the flames with a shield of fire surrounding him. A black fireball charged in Asgore's paw. "You've yet to realize what kind of world this is, what it's always been, and always will be. Kill. Or Be Killed. There is no other option!" He roared as he thrusts his paw outwards to Asriel. The shield was just barely able to take it, and he was pushed back a couple feet with his arms in front of his face, before he stopped moving.

Asriel panted as small bits of steam emitted off of him due to slight Burns. His scarf was mostly undamaged, though the rest of his clothes were tattered, and there was was soot covering small patches of his fur. Despite this, he refused to submit to the pressure.

"I no longer believe in that saying. No one has to kill, and no one has to be killed. We all have a choice in that. And I choose to deny that they can't be resisted." Asriel stated.

"Are you really that confident in your abilities to avoid a situation like that? A situation where either you die or your attacker dies? Do you REALLY think that a third option would be presentable to you in certain circumstances?" Asgore continues to berate Asriel's views, which the latter was unaffected. He was only speaking out of rage and despair. Those emotions were talking for him. He needed to get to the true Asgore.

Asriel nodded. "When there's only two options that can only lead to disaster, there's only two things that I can think of doing." He said a bit slowly as lightning gathers in his paw, and a blue star was formed right in the center. "Find a third option...or make one yourself!"

Asriel decides this was a pretty good time to use a 'Special Attack' which was born from his creativity.

Volt Star!

He throws the lightning coated star towards his opponent. Asgore was going to attempt to bat the projectile away, but the coated lightning shocked him before it reached him. It stalled him just enough for the star to hit him straight on in the chest. It forced him backwards while simultaneously shocking him, even when he managed to stop himself. Couple seconds pass before the lightning stops and Asgore drops to his knees, the flames disappearing and also making him releasing his trident. He was emitting a lot of steam from the flames and the massive shock to his body.

Toriel gasped at the state Asgore was in, while Sans lowered his protective walls of bones as he casually walked over to the two other Dreemurrs. He knew just by looking at Asgore greatly struggling to return to his feet, that the battle was over.

[Stop Music]

Asriel was slowly walking up to his father, affirmed that he would be of no threat to him in his current state. He stopped right in front of the fallen king. He was taller, so he was about up to Asgore's head when the latter his kneeling. Once Asgore realized Asriel was right in front of him, he could only scoff once again.

"Hmph...this is how it turns out...I've been defeated in battle by a mere ghost of my past...pathetic." Asgore muttered dejectedly. "It seems that no matter how hard I try, life seeks to punish me by any means necessary. But this...this is not only a punch to my gut, it's wrenching my heart out."

"Dad..." Asriel whimpered.

Asgore shook his head, not bothering to acknowledge the name. "Everything I've built. All of the happiness I've built up for the monsters...for my family...all of it was destroyed because I was not able to prevent the tradegy. I couldn't..." His paws angrily clawed into the ground. "I had to make sure that never happens again. Ever since that day, nothing in my life has gone swimmingly. I had nightmares. Daymares. They both made me miserable...and made me rage. Blind rage. All I saw was red. By the time I came to my senses..." Asgore tightly closed his eyes. "It became too much. I had to send Toriel away, banish her. I was angry with her for allowing our children to die...but I also did it so that I never hurt her in one of my blind rages. I couldn't lose her too. I wanted her to be far away, and to be safe...from me." Toriel's paws covered her mouth at this. "Toriel was right. I DO have some blame to take for myself...but in my anger, I placed all of it on her as I sent her away. With Toriel sent away, and my children dead...I couldn't bare more heartbreak. So I cut everyone off, emotionally. The law of the land was Kill or Be Killed. It was for the time until the Barrier has been broken, and the war restarts. It was to mentally prepare them. Either we kill the humans...or vice versa. It was the only chance we had at survival on the Surface. That was my word, and they've all followed it to the letter. Of course I expected that at some point...someone would try to rebel and overtake me. I would keep sending them away in bruises. Until eventually a human comes by, and I take their soul and break the Barrier...or another monster defeats me and does with the Kingdom what they will. Either way, I would have left my personal hell forever." Asgore growled angrily, and bitterly to himself. "But of course despite my efforts...all I've done is make everything WORSE!"

Then he roared again, though this time it was broken, and full of self-hate. And powerful enough to rebound off the Barrier. "I'VE COMPLETELY FAILED AS KING!"

Toriel kept her mouth covered as a loud whimper escape her muzzle, and her tears became constant streams. Sans simply looked away, gritting his teeth. Asriel was wide-eyed as Asgore admitted such a thing aloud.

Dad...

Asgore turned to Asriel again. Now he was crying as well. "Young warrior...please...kill me. End my pain here and now. I just...I cannot go on like this...I can't keep going, failure, after after failure, after failure. The burdens are too much to carry. I've turned the Underground into a complete hellhole, and it's far too late to undo all of the damage. I've done horrible as King...it's best for everyone if I'm reduced to dust, here and now. That way, I can no longer hurt anyone, or get them to hurt each other...or force them to hurt themselves. I shall choose my last words carefully." Asgore turned towards his wife. "Toriel...I have wronged you most of all. Of course I do not deserve it by any means...but I hope you can accept my apology for putting you in such a severe state of mental, emotional, and spiritual disarray, something you did not deserve. I'm...sorry..."

Asgore blinked. He feels arms wrapping around his neck, and someone nuzzling into his neck fur. He was surprised to see that Asriel has begun hugging him tightly, and nuzzling him constantly. He felt tears staining his fur.

"Child? W-What are you doing...? ...You...you must kill me."

"...No."

"But-"

"I SAID NO!" Asgore was thrown off by the amount of force put behind the younger ones voice. "I won't! You can't make me kill you, Daddy! You CAN'T! I refuse Kill or Be Killed! I WON'T DO IT! I DON'T WANT TO!" Asriel choked as he clutched tighter onto Asgore. This happens a lot. When Asriel gets really distressed, he'll be reduced to saying 'Mommy' or 'Daddy' until he calms down. Out of himself, Frisk, and Chara, he's the most emotional. But the calming down won't be happening soon. This alternate universe has been taking it's toll on Asriel. First with Toriel. Then the alternate Frisk. Himself as Flowey. All of their friends. He knows that if things were slightly different, this could have been the Classic Timeline. He was soon reduced to sniffeling, and small whimpers. The pressure had built up ever since he entered this timeline, and it's finally become too much bare now that his alternate father was desparately begging for death. "I don't wanna...I...d-don't wanna..."

A long-forgotten instinct awakens within Asgore. An instinct that said it was time to stop being a king and start being a father. Without hesitation, he returned Asriel's embrace, petting the top of his head.

"Alright, young one. It is alright. Please, don't cry. It's alright. It's okay." Asgore softly cooed to his alternate son, hugging him closely as Asriel whimpered softly into his black mane. All of his other worries and pain were cast aside, all that matters is that he was comforting the young one in his arms.

"...Ha...haha...all of this time..." Toriel began, sounding bitter. "All this time...I've been thinking that you sent me away because you absolutely hated me. You could not bare the sight of me. That I needed to be completely removed for my failures. But no. That wasn't it at all! Aha! Hahahaha!" She then began to laugh, even though she was crying again. "Haha! All this time, I thought you banished me because you hated me! But no! You banished me primarily because you loved me too much! You were just as emotionally unstable as I was, and you were afraid you'd snap out of it with my dust in your fingertips! You were afraid of blindly killing me out of grief for the children! This entire time, I've been rotting away because I was miserable that no one loved me! But YOU did more than anyone! You always loved me! This entire time, you've loved me the most because I was all you had, and that's why you made me leave! Ehehehehehe! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Toriel cackled loudly, her head facing upwards as more tears streamed down her face. "Haha...ha...take away my children, then have my husband force me away for my own protection from himself...apparently some higher power has decided that I don't deserve a family...and ripped us apart. One...by...one...it's...it's not fair...it's just. Not. Fair."

Sans could only close his hood up, staying out of the conversation. these dreemurrs...they've been thrown a lotta shit that they shouldn't have to deal with...

Asgore pulled away from Asriel, and now moved towards Toriel, stopping just in front of her. He gently pawed her chin and lifted her head up so she was facing him. "Toriel...my Queen..."

"Asgore...?"

Without another word, Asgore leaned in and pressed her muzzle against hers. She didn't resist, completely melting into the kiss as she placed her paws on his shoulders. They've prolonged their kiss for a few minutes, their self-hatred draining away just by the other's presence. Asriel rubbed his eyes, clearing them of any leftover tears. Once again, the two of them have been reunited by their misery.

"Well...apparently we walked in a bit too soon...?"

The two of them pulled away as they turned towards the source of the voice. Red was standing their, Frisk hoisted over her shoulder and Flowey attached to his shoulder. Asriel gasped. "Frisk! Are you alright?!"

Frisk breathed heavily as he gazed towards the Barrier, gently setting Flowey down. "I'm alright...and I know what I need to do. I've gotten some help from an unexpected source." With this, Red continued helping him over to the Barrier, his soul pulsing brightly. Sans' eyesockets widened, and a wall of bones cut in front of them.

"no goddamn way. i told you i won't let it happen again!"

"Sans...you have to trust me." Frisk begged him. Sans hesitated greatly, judging by the sweat on his forehead. Frisk didn't budge. Reluctantly, Sans lowered the bone wall, and roughly turned away. Frisk nodded calmly as he approached the Barrier, his soul still pulsing.

"No one can see me right now except you, because you're the only one I'm viewing myself to. Don't be discouraged. It will all be over soon."

You have to realize that the cost of doing this is very high for you. Are you sure about this?

"...Yeah. I am. I okay with things being this way. It's better for everyone."

Everyone but you.

"..."

Frisk was now standing right in front of the Barrier. Surrounding him ,where the six other human souls. Unseen by the others, was Chara's soul. He turned to Asriel and held his hand out to him. "Asriel...I'll need your surplus of magic. I need the energy for this to work." Asriel offered his paw ro him, and transferred some of his magic, enough so that he could stand and do what he needed to do. He took a deep breath, and concentrated.

The six souls, plus Chara's unseen soul, gathered around him and shined brightly. This continued for a moment, until a bright flash of light blinded everyone...

...

(The Barrier has been Shattered...)

That was the first step. Now for the second and third ones, simultaneously, while no one could see.

"Now Frisk! You have plenty of magic left thanks to Asriel! Do it now!"

Okay!

Frisk saw a familiar prompt in front of him. [SAVE]. Without hesitation, he chose the prompt as quickly as he could. The bright flashes grew even more blinding, and there was a sudden change in the air...

...

(Two have been saved...at the price of one...)

Soon enough, the flashes ended and Sans was the first one to open his eye sockets. The Barrier has been unmistakably broken. He sighed in despondency. And after all the trouble he went protecting this Frisk, he decides to sacrifice himself anyway. It really was becoming a bother to keep trying to-

"Sans?"

His head snapped immediately to the side as he acknowledges the voice. His eyes sockets widened. He then rubbed them to see if he was going crazy...crazier. No...Sans was not imagining this.

She was inside a swirling vortex of buttercups, which was the very thing she was putting her back together, which was also the reason why she fell apart. She looked exactly how he remembered her. She was basically an, older, more mature version of Frisk. An eighteen-year old girl. And she was smiling peacefully at Sans, while also being unable to hold back her tears.

...Sans wasn't able to, either.

"...no...no way..." Sans stuttered, warping right in front of her and and grabbing her shoulders to feel for himself if she was real. There's no doubt about it, she felt the same. Both her body, and soul. "...S...S...Sweetheart...?"

The alternate Frisk smiled as she gently hugged the short skeleton as the last of the swirling buttercups finished putting her body back together. "Flower you doing today, Sans?~"

Sans chuckled, it was half a chuckle, and half choking on tears. "i...i-i'm fine, Sweetheart...f-flower you doing...?" He sounded so pathetic right now, but he didn't give a damn at the moment. Never in his life had he felt so happy. So relieved. So...confused. "but...but how...? how are you...?"

"Frisk?! How are you here?! You're alive!"

Fell!Frisk turned towards the sound of the voice...and gasped while pointing. "Flowey...you're not Flowey anymore!"

"What do you mean I'm...?!" There was a sharp gasp.

There was a goat also standing in a vortex of buttercups, as well as bits of dust, were also busy putting him back together. His shirt was black and red striped, while his pants were just black. His eyes were also a deep blood red, but they were full of kindness and currently, shock. Then the vortex of buttercups and dust finished reforming him, disappears, and his body his complete.

Fell!Asriel Dreemurr lifted his paws in front of his face. He placed them on his face, then pulled on his shirt. Then he lightly pinched his cheek, wincing slightly. He could feel his deblief...then he noticed how he could feel.

I'm...I'm back...? How am I back?!

"...Asriel...?" Toriel suddenly spoke out. Asriel turned towards her and Asgore, both of their eyes also full of disbelief, as well as hope. "Asriel...our Asriel...?"

"Son...is that truly you...?" Asgore asked. He dared to hope. They both did.

Fell!Asriel turned towards them. "Mom...Dad..." He immediately ran towards them and jumped into their arms. "MOM! DAD!"

"ASRIEL!" They both shouted as the surrounded him in their loving embrace, now no longer bothering to try and restrain their tears, resorting to full bawling. Asriel's face was also becoming wet with tears as he hugged them back. Both parents could tell that this Asriel was definitely theirs, no mistake. He was alive and well in their arms, where they can hug him and kiss him once a more.

Sans was awfully confused, even as he had an arm wrapped around Fell!Frisk. "eh? the weed's asriel again? how the hell did that happen?"

Fell!Asriel reluctantly pulled awah from his parents as he placed a paw on his chest. A red soul pulsed in response. His eyes widened. "This soul...it's Chara's! This is Chara's soul!"

"Chara? But how can that be? Where's my daughter?" Asgore asked curiously.

Classic Frisk lowered his head, and deeply sighed. He then pointed towards a specific flower in the ground. Confused, the Fell!Dreemurrs moved towards the flower that he gestured to, and analyzed it with curiosity.

Fell!Asriel gasped in horror as he sees the familiar pink blush on the flower's face. He kneeled down in front of the flower and spoke softly.

"...Chara...?"

...A face suddenly formed on the flower. Chara's face. She smiled softly.

"Howdy, Azzy." Fell!Asriel looked on in utter disbelief. It really was his sister. "Frisk saved Fell!Frisk when he broke the Barrier with my soul added to the mix. Since I didn't have a body, it was little to no consequence to me. Then when no one was looking, I transferred my soul to your flower body so you could reform your original one, while my soulless form possessed this flower. I helped break the Barrier, bring Fell!Frisk back, and get you your original body back while simultaneously becoming the new Flowey. You get your body back. Mom and Dad get you back. Sans gets Frisk back." She lifted her leafy arms cheerfully. "Everyone wins!"

"Yeah! Everyone but you!" Fell!Asriel shouted as he grabbed his head, slowly shaking it. "Nononono! Chara, why?! You can't do this to us! You can't!"

"It's already been done, Asriel." Chara shook her head. "It's better this way. We don't have the advantage that the Classic Timeline had that allowed Chara and Asriel to exist at the same time. I had to improvise in order to try and find the best route to the best ending in sight. I wanted everyone to be happy. All I needed to do to make the road to that happiness possible...is to give up my soul."

"...But...but now you have to live as a soulless flower...just like I was..." Fell!Asriel said quietly rubbing his eyes. "T...That's not fair to you..."

"It's completely fair. So many of my loved ones were suffering for so long because I'M the one who made a seriously messed up call. I refused to pass on knowing that a majority of this was my fault. I was ready to do anything to make things as right as possible. Even if it meant giving up my soul. So I just stayed a ghost for a while, watching to see if things will work out without me." Chara lowered her head. "Basically...I denied Fell!Frisk her sacrifice...and made it mine. So she could keep on living, and so could you." Fell!Asriel sniffeled, using his ears to wipe his tears. Chara lowered her eyes and used a vine to caress his cheek. "Dawww...c'mon, little bro. Don't cry. I did this for you most of all. I asked you to do something stupid all those years ago, and it got us both pointlessly killed. I needed to make that right, too. You deserve this chance way more than I do. This is for the best."

"nah. nuh-uh. no way in hell." Sans shook his head as he stuck his hands in his pockets. "ya see...what ya did was crazy. and it was completely selfless. because of that, i got sweetheart back. the dreemurrs get their kid back. and the barrier has been broken. what you did assured that everyone would get a chance at their happy ending, except you." Sans sighed. "bud...i'm gonna make ya a promise. realize how serious i am, because i hate making promises."

"...What do you mean, Smiley Trashbag?" Chara asked him. His eye socket twitched.

"...no matter how long it takes...i'm gonna find a way to help ya get ya out of your soulless predictament."

Chara tilted her head, grinning mischievously. "You're not normally this willingly helpful. Fell!Frisk must be a really good influence on you to have you do stuff like that!"

"...fuck off." Sans clenched his fists, eyes glowing. He used intimidation to try and hide the massive blush brushing his face. Fell!Frisk simply giggled at Sans' reaction.

Red sighed as she placed her paws on her hips and shook her head rapidly. She pushed off her cowl and pushed back her hair a bit. "Well...this is wrapping up quite nicely. And I gotta say, despite how bad things were looking, we actually managed to make it through this in one piece. Though I wonder what we're going to tell your friends and brother?"

"You let us take care of that~" Fell!Frisk smiled. "You three may have ended up in his timeline by accident, but you went and did a lot to help anyway. And because of that, we're going to be able to make the most of the major positives that you've done for this timeline. You three have done enough for us. Now you can leave the rest of the progress to us."

Toriel and Asgore smiled as they hugged Asriel again, the former gently handing him back his scarf and wrapping it securely around his neck. "I believe this belongs to you, honey. And as for you..." She said as Chara latched onto Asriel's arm. Toriel kissed the top of her petals. "I'm sure we can figure out some wah to get you a proper body again. But for now, I'm just glad you're here at all. Weve missed you both, my children. In fact, I can safely assume that we've missed each other very much."

Asgore nodded. "Indeed. We missed each other very much." He then smirked as he leaned on Toriel's shoulder just slightly. "Very...very much..." She shivered slightly at how deep and soothing his voice was, now that he was calm again for the most part. He placed an arm around her waist and kissed her neck. She blushed as she lightly pushed him away.

"Not now. Later~"

Sans then looked towards Classic Frisk and Asriel, as well as Red. He turned to Fell!Frisk, who merely shrugs in curiosity. "Maybe...once your machine is fixed...we'll be able to communicate sith the Classic Timeline?"

"...ey, that's not a bad idea, sweetheart! now if i can only get off my lazy ass and actually do that..."

Red tapped her foot on the ground. "Now we just have to wait on our Sans giving us a way home, then we can consider this a successful accidental adventure."

Fell!Asriel pointed towards the exit to the Underground. A rift was beginning to form in the middle. It looked a lot like Sans' shortcuts...but much more detailed and visible. And it looked like a gateway to their Classic Timeline. "Is that it?"

"He git it to work! Sans actually got it to work!" Red beamed. "We can go home now!"

"It truly has been a splendid-and pretty confusing-time spent with you three. I wish you safe transport home." Toriel said with clasped paws.

"yeah. and once i get my own machine in operational order, i'll be chattin' with tour sans soon enough." Sans shrugged. "damn...i gotta get started. and i also gotta fill paps and the others in on what happened...that's a bad time in waiting."

"You'll be fine. It's not like you have anything better to do, right?" Fell!Frisk smiled. Sans blushed again, looking away bashfully. She then turned to Classic Frisk. They smiled at one another as they shook hands in good faith. "Stay Determined."

"Stay Determined."

Asriel rubbed his neck as Fell!Asriel kept patting his chest, containing Chara's soul. "Eh...you'll get used to it over time. I did."

Red kept tapping her foot as she stood in front of the gateway. "Um, hello! We've got somewhere to be! Someplace called HOME?"

"Oh, right." Asriel nodded. He and Frisk waved to the others one last time before they and Red jumped through the temporal rift, and it closed behind them.

Fell!Frisk tilted her head. "Sans...I've never seen the cloaked canine before. Who is she?"

"oh, the pup?" Sans shrugged. "some extra monster they found in their timeline. i dunno much about her, cept that she's probably pretty important. especially to asriel."

"...I wonder..." Fell!Frisk said quietly, staring curiously at the entrance where the temporal rift used to be.

{Classic Universe}

"OOF!"

"OWIE!"

"I feel pain..."

Frisk managed to get up first, rubbing his head where he was currently aching. He looked up, where Chara was standing over him, his arms folded. "...You know...I SHOULD be seriously pissed off with you two. And I am." He sighed as he just pulled Frisk into a hug. "But I'm more relieved than pissed. So you two get off lucky this time."

Frisk smiled as he hugged him back. "We're sorry for worrying you, Chara. We have quite a story to tell you."

Chara pulled away. "I'm sure you do. Still, you two owe me. I had to cover for the both of you hardcore to make sure Mom didn't find out about this before she's ready."

"After meeting another Toriel who's quite terrifying...I believe you've done us a huge favor. We'll definitely pay you back."

Chara tilted his head. "I dunno. How do you know I won't just sell you all out for my own amusement? I'm unpredictable like that."

"We'll snag you a dozen chocolate bars."

"My lips are sealed."

Asriel stretched and smiled. "Thanks a lot Chara. Let's get ourselves cleaned up then we can tell you everything." The three Dreemurr brothers exited the shed with Red in tow. And once they entered, Sans went back inside.

He checked the machine once again. Everything was still fully functional. Nothing broke down on the return trip. "...it worked. it's still working. oh boy, it didn't break down. i might actually be able to do it this time!" Sans powered down the machine and locked the door behind him. He made sure to bring the Silver Key with him this time. Using his telekinesis, Sans used pen and paper to write this down.

status: the test was accidental and unexpected, but proved that the machine is definitely still operational. all ya need is a couple more adjustments, a remote that connects to it, and the materials to make this happen. soon. very soon. i'll be able to continue to the next stage. i'll finally succeed after failing for so long. i need to be ready. this won't be easy.

Below this, he wrote:

Reactivated Project: Gaster Re-Assembled.


Me: Wow! I've finished the Flowerfell Arc! And I dunno about you all, but I've cried a little while writing some of this. Again, it's NOWHERE near Overgrowth level of feels. I actually cried myself to sleep. ;-;

Frisk: Now that we're back in our own timeline, we should be taking the time to heal from the events.

Asriel: Yeah...it was a pretty dark world. It could have easily been our own if different directions were taken. I...I dunno. From this experience...I feel like something's changed in me.

Red: You're not the only one...

Me: Until the next chapter, where we continue life on the surface! We need fluff to ward off all tje darkness I just dumped here! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-i need hugs...*is hugged by Asriel and Frisk* Thanks guys...

Asriel and Frisk: No problem! ^_^