Here we are for another chapter, things have been getting more and more intense as the battles continue!
Though it's clear around this part, some battles may end sooner than others, but that doesn't mean the interactions will end. Even though the battles might end, some still have quite a bit to say. Whether it's good or not, will be decided in this chapter, and a bit into the next. Especially with how exhausted everyone has been during said battles.
Chapter Start!
Gaster was in a very terrible mood, very evident by the cold and calculated scowl and drastically increasing density of his magic cracking the ground beneath him and splintering the forming tracks even farther apart from him. His jacket flapped with the intensifying magic, and his eyes flaring ghostly purple and dark red, with a Gaster blaster levitating menacingly over his head.
He gently raised the hand connected to his arm, while four other floating hands surrounded him. Many emotions surrounded him regarding his recent return to existence. And none of them were positive.
He's forced to process and accept that Geno Alphys gave up her own existence in order to restore his own, and the circumstances around it-along with the methods behind it-made sure that there was no coming back from it. Because everyone in Ebott was still trapped in the Void, every change within the current timeline would remain even if she won't, which the timeline itself will fill in the blanks she left from her nonexistence. He hypothesized that he'd be the candidate to fill in those blanks, but that brings him little comfort.
He silently shook in head. He could wallow in regret later. Right now, he needed to act against the abomination before him, which was currently snarling at him.
"GASTER!"
"Flowey X." Gaster responded cooly, acknowledging Flowey with an alternate yet still somewhat accurate name, his eyes focused and narrowed.
"What use would stupid, empty promises do you here, against a being of unrivaled power such as mine?!"
"It appears you'll need a bit of education. You should never overestimate yourself too much. It only makes your upcoming defeat that much more humiliating."
"You DARE?! I AM A GOD!"
"You are not the first person to boast that claim, nor will you be the last. And I shall regard such boasts with the same perception as I do many others who claim to have the power of a deity yet the mentality of a rotten child who believes everything is meant to be their toy to create and break as they please."
"And what would that be?!"
"Pity."
The immediate reaction to such an insult was to open the maw of his second head and sends a powerful blue beam towards Gaster. He responds with his Gaster Blaster firing a beam of it's own. The clash was stalemated with neither of them gaining any ground, until Gaster rather nonchalantly summoned a second Blaster and fired at the same head. The second beam joined the first, immediately overpowering Flowers and blasting him back a few feet. He shook it off and snarled, while Gaster still looked nonplussed.
Undeterred, Flowey proceeds to summon three flamethrowers, each sending large streams of flames towards Gaster, only for him to promptly avoid all three streams the first time they came at him. The second time he simply don't bother; the flames were reflected right back at Flowey X after a brief flash of black with a white outline formed in front of him. Flowey recoiled from the flames being sent back, and was also somewhat furious from it as well. A Void Barrier.
"You may be immensely powerful in your current state...but that doesn't mean you can assume that you've automatically won against me. In the real reality, I might have been at a bigger disadvantage. But this is the Void. And I'm significantly more familiar with it's domain." He says this while dozens of blasters manifested at once and shot off towards Flowey simultaneously, all of them hitting his first head. He greatly recoiled from the barrage, but them snapped back with a trolling grin as his health was immediately replenished by a green aura around him. Gaster narrowed his eyes as he saw a brief glimpse of the soul of Kindness pulsing.
"Haha, MUCH better! Say whatever ya want about me being on your turf and manipulating it as you please, but it doesn't mean SQUAT if I have plenty of resources to counter it! And those resources would be six powerful souls that I have much more control over!" Demonstrating, Flowey had two giant yellow pistols hovering over Gaster, and had them both fire large yellow bullets simultaneously. Gaster easily warped out of the way, only to do so again once he noticed that they were homing bullets.
Peculiar. He thought curiously but not long enough to dawdle on it. If they decided to track him, then so be it. As they gained more momentum chasing him down, he gripped them both with telekinesis and tossed them both at Flowey, right towards his head again. This time he defends with a glowing green vine that was destroyed on contact, via yellow explosion. Flowey X grunted in annoyance, though ultimately healed himself once again. Gaster thought about how troublesome this was getting. Sure h could keep hitting Flowey X hard and fast, but as long as he kept healing so drastically and so quickly, he won't get anywhere. Yet at the same time, Flowey X could not get an easy, meaningful hit on Gaster either due to his mastery over the Void, despite it being his prison for so long. They were currently stalemated.
...That is, until Flowey X broke it in a very unexpected fashion.
Gaster was surprised for the first time of the battle's beginning as a spear bisected him from behind. He didn't panic, because both halves of him reattached to one another through goopy tendrils, and he jumped back to see his attacker.
Undyne. And it wasn't just her. He could also see Toriel, Papyrus, Mettaton, Alphys, and Sans...all of them glitching. And aside from Sans himself...all of them were wearing Royal Garbs with the Delta Rune.
He's ripping them out of the Neutral Timelines. Gaster quickly deduced. And if the tattered and broken looks of most of them aside from Mettaton told him anything, it was that they were pulled from the worst possible scenario of each of them becoming leader of Monsters. He remembers Mettaton's specific path, and remembered his utter distaste for the cyborg's attitude in general if he wasn't straightened out by Frisk. As for Alphys... His fists clenched tightly from the obvious implications. It was too soon. FAR too soon for that to grace his presence.
"You don't mind if I call in a bit of help from them, do ya Gaster?" Flowey cooed while looking playful as ever. "I gotta warn ya, all of them are pretty strong! Couldn't really find one fo Asgore for obvious reasons, but I think this should suffice! I'll have them help me out in utterly crushing you! Will you be able to handle us all?~"
"I thought you would know better than this, Flowey..." Gaster muttered. "It is true, they are certainly powerful. But compared to the ones that I have come to watch a bit more closely, they are so weak."
"And how do you come to that conclusion, huh?!"
"There are many worlds out there, many timelines...many possibilities. Some are almost identically similar to this one, while others drastically, almost unrecognizable. However...it doesn't matter how different or similar those worlds are, or if they are many are alike. There's still just one world of it's exact type, structure, and origin. It's still one individual scenario out of many." Gaster narrowed his eyes once more. "And compared to the ones in this world, who have grown so powerful and kind in order to protect their loved ones, the ones before me are nothing compared to them." It was also an acknowledgement of the fact that, no matter what, Asriel, Chara, and Frisk wanted to be much better than they were, to help create a better future. chara in particular really managed to impress him, despite how sour the child is in general.
He couldn't-wouldn't-let their efforts go to waste. Nor the efforts of the others.
"Rubbish! If you think they're so weak, then have a go at them for yourself!" Flowey X cackled as the Leader versions of the mentioned monsters struck at him without relent. Gaster glared at them; and with a wave of his hand, sent them all flying with a Void pulse. He began generating dense magic again, his eyes glowing while doing so.
"You fool. The Dreemurr Faction are tired of being chained by their pasts. They wish to move onward towards the future." Gaster said lowly as his lab coat flapped, and a Gaster Blaster began assembling over his head. "Remembering the past is not shameful. Letting it hold them back is a different matter entirely. Which is why I shall destroy these imitations of the past, so they can move forward. Enough of the timeline business. It is time for that chapter of their lives to end."
A few rooftops aside them, the Dreemurr Trio was currently facing down their Void copies. They were still donning mostly inexpressive faces, but their originals were better prepared, now that Frisk was actually willing to fully join the battle. Of course, that didn't mean that victory was immediately theirs. There was still plenty of room for error if neither of them were very careful. They needed to proceed carefully, without taking up too much time.
Luckily Asriel already had one. Almost childishly simple, yet they felt like it would work with enough determined investment.
'Switch around. I'll take Void Chara. Frisk with Void me, and Chara for Void Frisk.'
'Feels a bit awkward fighting ourselves, don't you think?'
'If the other's could-no thanks to me-so can we. Let's go.'
Asriel was quick to dash in front of Void Chara with a paw full of lightning magic. Void Chara met the paw head-on with it's own shadow arm. The very moment before the impact, he drastically increased the charge and overpowered the Void copy, resulting in a blast of lightning to overwhelm it and knock it on it's back. Not allowing it time to recover, Asriel gathers a large ball of flame-lightning and throws it towards the fallen clone, and watched the attack make contact and destroy it outright, leaving only a smoking crater of embers and sparks.
Chara nodded in silent agreement as he turned towards Void Frisk. Asriel has the right idea. They needed unrelenting, overwhelming force in order to overpower their copies and proceed towards Photoshop Flowey. As such, when Void Frisk attempted to attack him with a ball of white flames, Chara gathered black flames within his hand. And he then pushes it forward towards Frisk's copy. The black flames swallowed the white flames without issue, and Void Frisk along with it, followed by an explosion of dark flames. Once again, nothing was left aside from embers.
Frisk, whom the brothers were most concerned about, was approached by Void Asriel dashing towards him with two Void Sabers. Frisk looked back on what Lunar taught him, and proceeded accordingly. A brief glow covers him, before he waved his hand in front of Void Asriel. The latter slashed at him, only for Frisk to swiftly duck under it. With a fist coated in white flames, Frisk punches the copy in the chest, sending it flying far while still on fire, and the embers exploded after a few moments. Nothing remained of them.
"Enhancing the damage the target takes by five...I did so for all three..." Frisk panted slightly, shaking his head and regaining his focus. Even if they were copies of themselves, the originals grow more powerful every moment. That was one use, however. He still had room for great improvement.
"Now we just have to trust the others, and take care of Photoshop Flowey before all of this worsens even more." Asriel declared.
Meanwhile, Undyne had approached Ratoveros after her stamina and most of her injuries were graciously healed by Frisk. Though she didn't rush in and simply attack this time. She stopped just a few yards before him, pushing her hair behind her fins while clicking her tongue and narrowing her eyes.
Alright. It's pretty clear that I can't just keep attacking blindly and hoping something works. Gotta think on this, and think very quickly. He isn't gonna give me enough time for something concrete. Undyne thought while lightly brushing off her shoulder. After a moment of indecision, she rubbed her chin as a thought came to her, and she nodded with a rather cheeky grin. Yeah...yeah! That'll do nicely. Put what you've taught Asriel. Get creative.
"Are you sure you wish to continue, Undyne? Surely by now you're aware of just how outclassed you really are." Ratoveros said with a sigh. "Really. At this point it would just be incredibly pitiful for you to keep fighting a battle you can't win."
"Fuuhuhu. You think you've got me beat? I'm not done yet!" Undyne grinned as she once again changed weapons. As she did so, Ratoveros raised both eyebrows in disbelief as Undyne cluthced her new weapons in her hands.
"...Yo-yo's?" Ratoveros mumbled. "You're going to fight me with yo-yo's? I believe you've actually gone mad."
"Mad? Fuhu...I don't think you know what creativity is, dude. And thanks to Asriel, we've both learned how to expand upon that." Undyne didn't give him time to process this, as she suddenly sent one of the yo-yo's flying towards him. It smacked him right in the nose, making him roar out in pain while clutching it for a few moments. Undyne grinned as she pulled her improv weapon back, trying to not look pleased at the implication that she might have broken his nose with that one. She spun both yoyo's and launched them both at his chest simultaneously, both of them being strong and heavy enough to send him crashing against a wall.
N-Ngh...! Ratoveros grunted in disbelief as the much heavier than expected yo-yo's smashed into his chest and slightly into the wall behind him. He found a few moments to breathe as Undyne pulled them back. "How are those so heavy...?"
"Hey, if I'm gonna use yo-yo's as weapons, they got hit fast and hit hard. And lifting them is easy, as I've got the muscle for em'.~" Undyne huffed. And that's not all I can improvise with!
Undyne followed up with her previous attack by throwing a spear towards Ratoveros, fully expecting him to counter. He easily batted it aside with his sword, them throws a black ball of fire-lightning towards her. following her slightly creative patter, she extended her current weapon and it switched to-with Ratoveros great confusion-a giant spoon. Managing to catch the ball, she spun three times and launched it back towards him. With his surprise taking several seconds too long to shake off, he quickly raised a paw to disperse his own attack. Though the moment Undyne launched the fireball, she quickly launched herself towards him with gauntlets forming around her fists. When he finished dispersing his own flames, Undyne was already before him, and smashed her gauntlet into his abdomen. He lurched forward from the blow, only to be sent flying from the second strike, and uppercut to the chin. He landed flat on his back with a pained grunt.
Undyne at evened things out once again.
Ratovoeros coughed as he lifted himself up, wiping blood from his mouth and slightly patting the sore spot on his abdomen. He scoffed slightly as he slowly stands up and tightened his grip on his sword. "You're much more resilient and persistent than expected...it appears that I can't keep pulling my punches with you."
"Ya didn't figure it out before? Holdin' back ain't gonna work against me.~" Undyne grinned as she switched back to a spear, twirled it quickly, before holding it out against him. "And either away, I'm still gonna bring you down!"
Warkie was watching all of this transpire from atop the roofs, staying relatively safe as he was told. Though with his sound magic, he couldn't help but hear all of the the struggles and screams the innocent people around were going through due to all of the chaos. Though he's learned to block them out for the most part when it came to many other locations, he couldn't help but feel that ignoring the screams would always be wrong. Especially when they're innocent. He didn't know how to feel about this.
Though who he was mostly worried about Dyra, who was locked in a battle with Alphys upon the former's request/insistence/order.
Dyra grinned as she manifested psychic ice in her paw and throws it towards Alphys, who hurriedly bats it away with her extended double-ended wrench. It smashed into the ground a few feet away, creating ice on the ground. She then follows up with a pulse of lighting, which was countered by Alphys simply holding out her paw and dispersing the electric charge with ease, it being one of her primary magics. Alphys didn't lose focus for a moment, keeping her eyes on Dyra. Her attacks were erratic, yet still remained focused on her. That was a very difficult maneuver to practice, yet not entirely impossible.
"You're quite an interesting one, Alphys. So much experimentation to be done..." Dyra declared while gathering psychic energy within her paw, then sending a horizontal psychic slash of air. Alphys' eyes widened briefly, but kept her balance as she spun her wrench fast enough for it to blur slightly, a shield forming around her and deflecting the blast of air. Dyra huffed as she called off the attack, lowering her paws. "You're quite resilient for a fellow scientist. I appreciate it."
Alphys panted slightly, her glasses shining slightly as she discovered something very important. "You...you didn't master your psionic magic, did you...?" Dyra's eyes widened at this. "I'm right, aren't I...? There's no doubt about it. It's true that you have quite a lot of psionic magic within you, making you rather powerful...but you haven't deeply practiced with any of them, have you...?"
"...Was it really that easy to figure out...?" Dyra muttered, confirming Alphys' theory.
"It took me a moment, but your shift between psychic elements is quick but very clumsy. It's like you're just going with whatever works in your favor...experimenting." Alphys almost looked amused at this, but stayed focused. "You're very strong with your psionic magic, but very inexperienced with it overall. Meanwhile, I believe I'm getting the hang of my techno-magic.!" She shouts while swinging her wrench horizontally, sending a wave of energy that collided hard against Dyra, throwing her a few feet across the ground, her lab coat in tatters. Alphys nodded strongly.
Yes! I really CAN fight!
"Dyra..." Warkie mumbled worriedly from his spot, rubbing his arms with a frown. He was resisting the urge to jump down there and help her. Regardless of what he says or does, she'll surely send him away, with a very severe tongue lashing to accompany it. Her main priority was her mission, second came his safety. And even then, the two tended to merge upon her decision.
No. He would stay where he was, and he would listen and observe. That's what he was best at.
Well...this certainly isn't good for me. Parvos chuckled nervously to himself as he could see that the opposition in front of him was filled with renewed vigor, and fully prepared to unleash it upon him. While he would freely admit to being an instigator for their great anger, he wasn't exactly confident in his ability to handle whatever it is that they'll throw at him. Asides from the Gaster Blasters and sword wielding pups with ancient powers regarding her status, of course. He was at great risk, and he had no serious problem with it. Though that didn't exactly mean that he would enjoy the consequences of enduring their combined wrath. He wouldn't be backing down either...not that he could escape if he wanted to. The Void isn't exactly easy to escape without a LOT of interference.
Regardless of all of that, he was prepared. Not looking forward to it, but prepared.
And Red seemed to realize this, as she swiftly dashed towards Parvos and slashed diagonally at his chest. He unsheathed his dual daggers and parried the slash before it could cut him. As she pushed against him, more fiery cats were seen rising from the ground from mild embers and roared at Red from both sides. She didn't flinch at this, simply pushing against him with gritted teeth. The fire cats raised their paws and were prepared to slash down at her. They were immediately shot down by Papyrus's Gaster Blasters. They knocked the duo into the ground, though they were slowly trying to recover quickly, though the Gaster Blasters flew towards them and slammed right into their chest, carrying them a few feet into the air and blasting them through their chest once again, dissipating them instantly.
Sheesh. They're really working together this time. Parvos muttered with a small pout as he pushed against the young canine. "This is a bit ironic, ain't it. You're working pretty well with the skeleton duo, even though canines usually be gnawing on bones or something like that, right?"
"The thought has crossed our mind a few times. They always smell delicious." Red admitted bluntly.
"WAIT WHAT?/wait what?" Both skeleton brothers gaped, though she ignored them as she parried a flurry of dagger swipes from Parvos.
"But that doesn't matter right now. We're in the middle of a fight, remember?!" Red snarled.
"Sheesh. There's being serious in a situation and there's being constantly uptight. Relax a little, Little Red." Parvos hummed while he barely dodged a slash to his head, his cheek being nicked slightly. Though his eyes widened as Red pushed a paw into his chest, with a magic bomb right in the center of said paw. The blast left a vicious burn on his chest as well as knocking him flat on his back. He groaned but quickly recovered, picking himself off the ground and jumping to his feet to blast her with a wave of black lightning. Red shifted her sword at just the proper moment, and she deflected the lightning blast and sent it flying to the side, harmlessly against the ground. Parvos scoffed. Her instinct is outstanding due to that soul of hers. I'm losing my advantage here...how troublesome. Incredibly troublesome. He mentally muttered before he stood back up, only to immediately dodge again when a blue blast barely managed to hit him. His whiskers singed slightly from how close the blast was to taking his head. Oh yeah. Sans still has some stamina left.
"ya gotta stay on your toes, parvos. lest you get blasted head-on if you're not vigilant.." Sans grinned as his own Gaster Blaster fired again, with his brother's blaster firing as well. Parvos grunted as he barely managed to dodge either. Though mid-dodge, Red throws yet another magic bomb towards him, the blast sending him tumbling across the ground for a few moments. He landed on his feet at the last moment to dodge yet another blast.
"Gotcha! Red pushed off the ground and quickly launched herself towards him, lunging with her sword.
"I wouldn't get over-eager if I were you!" Parvos playfully warned as he vanished in a puff of fire to dodge the lunge. He appeared at her side and smashed his paw into her back, sending a ball of black fire along with her, which exploded upon impact once they both hit the ground.
In the meantime, Ice Wolf and Dynamo had wrestled each other to the ground, their respective elements clashing against one another. Lava and Ice, neither of them would give into one another regardless of how much they've tried to overwhelm one another. Shards and pillars of ice, as well as multiple globs of lava and magma, surrounded them both. Though at one point, their respective elements disappeared off of their bodies as they pushed away from one another, standing among the wreckage they've caused.
"Ice Wolf. I've come to a decision."
"...What's that?" Ice Wolf pondered.
"...Let's skip the whole magic thing right now. We're both pretty big monsters." Dynamo said while cracking his neck, and raised his fists. Ice Wolf was able to understand this, as he raised his own fists. In a matter of moments, they rushed towards each other and punched each other in the face, without either of them collapsing from the force. Far from it, they pushed against each other and punched one another again, which only served to send a shockwave of heat and cold around them. After feeling each other up via punch, they upped the speed of said punches, resulting in a very swift and heavy punch parry that served to crack the ground even more. "I do admire your dedication to your Pack, Ice Wolf. By the way you speak and the conviction in your voice-quiet as it is-really reemphasizes that."
"Hm..."
"Yeah." Dynamo nodded as they both continued their punch parry, neither of them giving way. Though it was obvious that the gradual damage building up was wearing them down, as their blows eventually decreased in speed. "I use...that same passion to protect and help my step-sister however I can...as well as my guild. We've done quite a few unsavory things here and there...but as long as we're all okay, especially her...I was alright. Course, there was no way I could stop her from participating in this...regardless, I would follow her everywhere and anywhere."
"That so..." Ice Wolf mumbled quietly as they both parried yet another punch. "Still...while I do admire that you has such strong devotion...I have strong devoton as well. And it's with that, that I absolutely refuse to lose." This devotion was shown; when Dynamo threw yet another punch towards Ice Wolf, the latter ducked under it and landed a strong uppercut to his chin, lifting him up a bit before crashing on his back, laid flat.
He grunted a bit, breathing heavily, unable to recover his energy at the moment. Their fist fight was over.
Will blinked as he saw this from quite a bit away. And he could also see that Parvos was having a harder and harder time holding out against his own opponents. Realizing this, he looked towards Muffet and shrugged. "Well, things are turning further and further out of our favor. Should have known that our streak wouldn't last forever...this kinda blows, doesn't it...?" After this, Will sheathes his swords and quietly raised his paws. "I give up."
Muffet tilted her head slightly in suspicion. "Ya sure about that, Dearie?"
"You're much smarter than you look. And despite how laid-back I look, I also know a losing battle when I'm in one. Plus, given your ridiculously high senses and reflexes, my illusions aren't that helpful. So I'm just gonna stop before this gets too humiliating."
"Are you quite certain about that?"
"Very certain."
"...Suit yourself!~" Muffet beamed as she clapped her upper hands twice. Briefly confused, Will's eyes widened as he was suddenly wrapped in a cocoon in purple webs up to his neck, trapping him and cutting him off from his magic. Two large spiders descended from the rooftops aside them and cut the strands, putting the finishing touches on the cocoon, making it more comfy for him while making sure he was still trapped. "There you are, nice and cozy!~"
"...You're scary, ya know that...?"
"I don't know what you mean! I'm not scary at all! Unless you give me a reason to be. Other than that, I'm quite a nice girl!~" Muffet cooed while lightly brushing off her hands. "Welp! For better or worse, I won! Wonder how the others are doing...?"
As she said this, Parvos was standing against the skeleton bros once again. And in a fiery crater with was eventually blown away by Sans' telekinesis. Red rose from said flames, shaking off the remaining embers as she panted heavily. Her fur was slightly singed, as well as a bit of her hair. The only thing that remains relatively undamaged is her cowl and cape. Parvos was slightly unnerved by how steeled her silver eyes became once she recovered.
"Sheesh...no need to look so serious, Red."
"This is a serious situation. And for the last time, I intend to treat it that way." Red says strongly as she dashed towards him once again. While she does so, Sans swipes his hand as an array of bones shot forth and past Red towards Parvos. The feline managed to dodge a few of them, but plenty of them embedded themselves into his legs and sides, causing him to wince. Papyrus meanwhile fired yet another powerful Gaster Blaster beam towards Parvos. Red jumped high in order to avoid it while it headed straight towards Parvos. He was prepared to dodge, though Red wouldn't allow it; she threw a chakram with one paw and a magic bomb with another. Parvos was thrown off by both the cut on his cheek caused by the former, and knocked off balance by the explosion of the latter. that left him wide open to take the Gaster Blaster blast head-on, leaving his body smoking on the ground.
...Ow. Kinda surprised that I'm still alive...probably not for long, though...
Red slowly approached Parvos and brandished her sword, gripping it with both paws near Parvos' neck. "This is the end for you, Parvos."
"Even right now, you've still got that steeled look in your eye...whoever trained you knows how to instill killing intent well." The feline smiled sheekily. The canine simply narrowed her eyes as she was prepared to slash his throat.
"HOLD ON, RED. THAT IS ENOUGH." Papyrus immediately stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder and pulling her back just slightly. "VICTORY IS SURELY OURS. WE DO NOT NEED TO DO ANYMORE EXCEPT RESTRAIN THEM FOR CAPTURE AND INTERROGATION AT A LATER TIME."
"Are you kidding me, Papyrus?! Parvos is surely he most dangerous of the bunch! It's far to risky to keep him alive past this point!" Red argued slightly. "Besides, he's been causing us nothing but headache ever since I've been freed from the Artifact! And you're expecting me to just let him live?"
"I KNOW IT SOUNDS PREPOSTEROUS. I'LL FULLY AGREE THAT THIS IS QUITE A SELFISH REQUEST, TO SOME EXTENT. BUT...I'D LIKE TO BELIEVE THAT PARVOS ISN'T NEARLY AS BAD AS HE MAKES HIMSELF OUT TO BE. THERE'S A CERTAIN FEELING I GET FROM HIM THAT TELLS ME THAT HE DOESN'T REALLY PUT HIS ALL INTO ANYTHING THAT HE DOES...AND THAT INCLUDES BEING EVIL. IT MAY FEEL LIKE HE'S UTTERLY REMORSELESS...BUT HE HARDLY EVER FULLY COMMITS TO IT." Papyrus soon turns to Parvos, who seemed surprised by the whole thing. "THAT LACK OF COMMITMENT SPELLS A LACK OF TRUE LOYALTY...IS THAT RIGHT?"
Parvos smirked. "You're placing a lot of faith in that little theory of yours, Papyrus."
"THAT MAY BE SO, BUT THIS TIME I HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH TO BACK UP MY WORDS FOR SURE. SHOULD YOU DO ANYTHING RASH, I WILL HAVE TO RESTRAIN YOU MYSELF...RATHER ROUGHLY."
"...heh. Alright, I'll humor ya. I surrender." Parvos shrugged and simply sits on his rear as Papyrus surrounds him in a glowing blue bone cage.
"paps...ya sure about this...?" Sans asked cautiously. The other two monsters were one thing. Parvos himself, however...
"POSITIVE. THERE IS NO NEED TO FEAR, FOR VICTORY IS OURS! NYEH!~"
"phew..." Sans sighed while falling to his knees. Finally, a break. He trusted that the others were doing just as well.
"...Fine. Since you're my superior, I'll trust you. That doesn't mean I like this, though..." Red muttered as she sheathed her blade and shook her head.
Muffet, in the meantime, chose to interrupt the seriousness of the decision with a statement of her own: "Red-Dearie! We did it! We're alright!~" She beamed as she jumped from behind her and hugged her from behind. "Though we'll have to fix up your clothes at some point.~"
Red blinked owlishly. Then she realized that indeed, her clothes were in tatters aside from her undamaged cowl and cape...aside form that, she was way more exposed than she would have liked...specifically around her chest and hips.
"WAAAAAH! MUFFET, THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO BE TEASING ME!" She covered herself with her cape and unceremoniously tried to roundhouse kick Muffet, who only giggled and gleefully dodged via ducking..resulting in the kick making contact with the next one closest to her.
Sans' skull.
The short skeleton was sent flying quite a distance away, until he crumpled face-down in the ground, causing worry in Papyrus, apologies from Red, and amused laughter from Muffet and the captured Parvos. Given how exhausted he was already, having that happen with his guard down assured that he wouldn't get up anytime soon. He did have one thought on his mind while lamenting this accident.
why the hell was i the one who got kicked...?
Toriel, after getting over her initial shock, regained her focus as she gazed up at the giant monster towering above her and the others. The monster known as Akai has chosen to unveil nearly all of his magic in order to transform into this creature. And obviously, there was quite a plethora of magic generating from his being, and it certainly had a destructive feel to it. However, the exchange fir all of that power seems to be his self-control. He wasn't in his right mind, not in control of himself in the slightest. On one hand, this gave her the advantage in regards to thinking, and in regards of movement, easily able to predict his movements.
On the other hand...that didn't make it any easier to damage that outrageously tough hide of his. Especially since she's not aiming to kill him. Staying on the ground wasn't going to help her, so she stuck to staying on as many tall buildings as she could, to the best of her ability.
Akai turned towards her with his maw wide open. A beam of energy shot towards her in a flash. A boost of fire from her paw launched her to the left, quickly enough for her to dodge the beam and avoid damage entirely. Though the platform she had gathered for herself has been destroyed in the process, forcing her to find yet another one. She checked to see if his focus remained on her...and just as she thought, it didn't stay on her, as he simply destroyed more of the area with his back turned to her. She was right about his lack of focus, regardless of it being a simultaneous advantage and disadvantage.
She fires a test fireball which was fairly large, and watched it collide with his back. It made contact, though he didn't seem to feel it in the slightest. She was certainly right about his incredibly tough hide.
Asgore's trident once again clashed with Scythe's katanas, though the resistance was significantly greater from the latter's side. The flames of the former and the dark coldness of the latter were constantly trying to consume one another, and it seemed as though the latter was beginning to win that exchange, though certainly without effort. Asgore gritted his teeth, refusing to back down. Though Scythe was certainly persistent himself.
"You're STILL restraining yourself, Asgore. Even though you're trying, you're still somewhat restraining yourself. You trying so hard not to kill me, and yet also not fully willing to hurt me. That's quite a bit complex, isn't it?" Scythe huffed while pushing him back with a blast of dark ice. "You're gonna have to actually try to knock me down and keep me down, Asgore! I know you're capable of it! You've clearly done so before!"
"Tch..." Asgore grunted as he slashed his trident horizontally, sending yet another wave of great flames towards Scythe. He responded with two waves of dark ice to respond. They combined to form a much large wave of dark ice that overwhelmed the flames and crashed into Asgore, pushing him back a great deal and smashing him into the ground. He tried to stand back on his two feet and recover quickly, but was met with a large vortex of dark ice that launched him into the air, feeling much of it creeping over his body.
Scythe huffed as a pillar of ice launched him into the air, sending him flying until he reached just a bit above Asgore, and smashed his paw into his chest, sending a blast of dark ice into him; it engulfed him and sent him rocketing into the ground, and causing a grand wave of dark ice to sprout all around him, along with dark snow soot dropping to the ground from the impact. Asgore's trident stuck itself in the ground next to him, while his side was impaled through by an ice spike. Scythe sighed and shook his head. He could tell that wound was a severe one...
Asgore...! Toriel gasped while noticing her husband's plight. It distracted her for the briefest of moments, enough for Akai to attack her with a slash of his claws. Her eyes widened as she was seconds too late from forming protection for herself, and as slashed just barely across her cheek and her stomach. Luckily because she still managed to move, she dodged just slightly enough to avoid it being a fatal blow. However, she was still sent crashing into the ground, creating a crater several inches deep, smoke rising from it from the harsh impact.
"Can't you see? This is quite a necessary step when it comes to keeping what's known as my superiors greater purpose over this world. Your elimination is quite necessary to make sure everything stays on track." Aindreas in the meantime, had blasted Adam with a ball of green flames, knocking him roughly down to the ground. Gerson was less significantly less easy to take down, having smashed through those flames with his hammer.
"You're being awfully fanatic by all this. And ya know what they say about fanatics?" Gerson grumbled as he twirled his hammer at just the right time to parry a sword slash from Aindreas, being pushed back only slightly due to the increased amount of effort he was putting into it. Though it was nowhere near enough to knock Gerson over, and even less to knock him down. "I'm getting a feelin' that whoever is authorizing all of this nonsense is someone we'll be coming in contact with sooner rather than later. This is seriously one time too many that we've had to deal with all of this. And the more this happens, the more I might be beginning to figure out who is behind most of this."
"It doesn't matter if you have an idea of who's behind these attacks, you'll never live past this point. There's no allowing it!"
"Oh yes there is." Gerson grinned as he pushed off Aindreas' sword and swung his hammer. He barely jumped back to dodge the swing, but the shockwave still threw him and knocked him into the ground. Gerson jumped up and attempted to slam the hammer down on his head, only for Aindreas to quickly roll out of the way and quickly-barely-recover. Gerson huffed as he balanced his hammer on his shoulder again. "It don't matter what ya think or why ya think it. Ya can only pick on us so many times before we're simply sick of it. In which case, we're gonna start resisting even harder. Ya haven't realized that yet? Bah, what am I sayin'? Course ya don't."
"I keep telling you. Your view on the subject does not matter!"
"Many of us disagree."
They were intent on continuing their battle. However, both of them looked to the side with surprise as Akai roared at them and brought his large fist down upon the both of them. The platform they were on was immediately destroyed from the attack, sending several of them away from the shockwave alone. Adam fortunately had Alvina safely in his arms while Temmie and Alex landed next to him, landing tiredly on their sides. Adam barely kept himself from roughly dropping her, simply setting her down. He himself was close to collapse as he tried to keep his vision clear. A few feet away from him, Gerson had collapsed as well, trying his best to push himself back up regardless of his injuries. Adam attempted to get up, though collapsed to his knees in the process.
So tired...almost out of magic...I...I can't...keep going like this...
"Akai's attack gave me the opening I needed..." Aindreas huffed while bringing his hand back while charging it with magic. Even though he was just as injured as the rest of them, he still had enough energy for a rather large attack, even though those same injures kept him from charging faster. "Enough of this meaningless farce...I'll kill you all outright."
"...Not...likely..." Temmie muttered. As soon as she said this, her elastic legs shifted around and formed into springs. She built-up the needed momentum, before she launched herself towards Aindreas, smashing him in the ribs headfirst, causing him to gasp as his magic ball dissipated. Not only that, he was again sent flying away from her, smashed along the ground until landing on his side. He resisted shouting out in more pain than before, as he tried forcing himself back up, before collapsing again.
Ngh...I can't seriously be downed by something like that... need time to heal.
"Ya didn't think you were getting a reprieve, were ya?" Aindreas' eyes widened as Gerson jumped upwards with his hammer raised in the air.
"N-No...you can't...!"
"Not takin' requests!" Gerson ignored him as he swung downwards, smashing the hammer down on Aindreas' abdomen, spreading a rough, destructive shockwave around them.
Scythe occasionally looked over to their battle, and winced greatly once he sensed Aindreas was barely clinging to life. "He's a tenacious one, I'll give the strict fundamentalist that much at least..." He nearly jumped as he heard a burst of fire behind him, causing him to quickly turn. Asgore rose from the rubble, his body wreathed in increasingly intensifying flames. Scythe blinked at this. "Oh? Your flames are even more intense this time, Asgore..."
"Indeed. I'm afraid I cannot waste any more time with this current battle." Asgore said lowly as he gathered fire in his paw. Scythe grinned at this as Dark Ice gathered around his own body. Then, instead of Asgore moving forward to attack, Asgore grabbed his trident, twirls it once, them jabs it into the ground while still channeling heat within it. Scythe was briefly confused, until he noticed heat growing at his feet, and by then it was too late; a medium-sized yet powerful fiery eruption sprouts right from under him, blasting away his ice and greatly burning his skin. In a matter of moments, Sycthe was on his knees, looking rather torched as his dark ice attempting to heal his more severe burns. Asgore pulled his trident out of the ground and reaccessed his handiwork.
"You...did you seriously cause a fiery eruption from right below me? And it could have been more powerful if you tried..."
"Apologies. Just lay there for a while." Asgre said solemnly while sighing.
Not too far from them, Toriel also rises up from the rubble, looking no worse for wear. Definitely winded, but certainly not out of the fight. She looked up towards the rampaging Akai, and sighed. She won't make any progress with restrained attacks. Still, she wanted to avoid killing him; neither his heart or soul was into this entire thing, so she shall not punish him for it. Instead, she could only do what she could to weaken him as far as she could, then make sure he goes down.
Apologies for my upcoming roughness, Akai.
She jumped her way onto another rooftop-with a fire boost of assistance-and prepared herself. Five balls of fire gathered above her paw. They soon grew larger in size, each intensifying in heat. And eventually, she pushed all of them forward, and each of them impacted Akai. Two hit his knees, two it his arms, and one blasted straight into his chest. Akai roared as the fireballs left strong burns, which was only thanks to his hardened scales in his state in which his burns weren't even more severe. He viciously snarled as he attempted to retaliate, only for the leftover embers to expand and wrap around his limbs, binding his arms and legs together with giant flaming chains, with the embers on his chest expanding to form a kind of lock for them. He struggled against them with his every movement resembling a feral animal. It was why Toriel didn't want this to be anymore painful than it needed to be.
Toriel soon closed her paws. And from that, every restraint on him explodes all at once, each being larger than the last. Smoke rose up from each of the injuries, and she could tell that this indeed put a much deeper burn on each injury. She hoped that she could properly heal him later. She watched as from the large plume of smoke, Akai had gradually returned to his normal form, until he collapsed on his front, his eye blank white. She sighed as her arms hung to her sides. That took much out of her, but she managed to do it. She fell backwards slightly...into Asgore's arms.
"Howdy. Glad you're victorious as well.~"
"Save it, Dreemurr." Toriel mumbled, unable to keep a smile from her muzzle. She eventually managed to stand on her own, albeit stumbling slightly, before she gazed towards Aindreas' magic signature. "We still have...one enemy left..."
Gerson huffed as he heaved his hammer over his shoulder. "Wahaha. They actually managed to do it. And without taking their lives. Good, they've got a chance of turning themselves around." He said as he looked down towards the gravely injured Aindreas. "As for you..."
"...Don't...think that you've won...there's still a much greater threat at hand...even if you overcome this, that doesn't ensre your success in the future..."
"...I think our chances are acceptable." Gerson said solemnly as he lifted his hammer again. "You won't be botherin' those young'ns ever again. But at the very least, I do thank you for the warning. But your path clearly ends here. You've been given a chance, you won't be getting another one."
"You misunderstand. I may have difficulty against you, but that doesn't mean I'll just roll over and let you kill me!" He snarled while getting back to his feet. It was a very serious challenge, but he managed it with great and visible strain. "I have more dignity than that!"
Gerson scoffed. "I'll admit, you've got quite the determination. It's too bad you've spent it helping make the world worse rather than better, without serious remorse...and that's why I'll smite you where you stand."
Ratoveros has been fighting Undyne for an exceedingly long time by his tastes, and it was showing through his increasing effort in trying to take out the energetic fish woman. She has been steadily improving on how she should approach their battle, and it has resulted in her steadily gaining ground. She was steadily adjusting to him, and in a very quick fashion. Normally this sort of thing wouldn't bother him, but now it appears that they've been stalemated. A stalemate that's steadily beginning to break. And strangely, over the course of the battle...he minded that less and less. He wasn't completely sure why...but he did have some sort of idea.
The two of them soon broke their recent parry against one another, and jumped back from one another, sliding back on bare paws-boots respectively. Ratoveros changed their battle stalemate to a stalemate of staring. She was briefly confused by this yet didn't drop her guard. The feline acknowledged this with a rugged nod and huff, as he stood up straight while lightly rolling his shoulder, as well as hearing his feline group and Undyne's Pack fighting against one another. Speaking of which...
"Tell me, Undyne. How do you treat your subordinates?" He asked while gazing towards her, causing her to raise an eyebrow.
"Why the hell should I answer that?"
"Humor me."
"Why the fuck would I do that?"
That actually got a chuckle out of him. "Fair enough. Let me rephrase it; how do you command respect and loyalty from your subordinates? I have an idea that canines are naturally more trusting and loyal overall, yet my men have adjusted to you and have been genuinely loyal and respectful of you. Far more than with me, why is that?"
Undyne twirled her spear and briefly spear and spits on the ground. "You're a seriously cruddy leader when it comes to actually being a leader towards your subordinates. It's pretty obvious that power and fear can only last for so long before they're rendered useless. Their past loyalties to you have been long-since destroyed once they've actually been treated like fellow people instead of weapons. And even beyond that. Not monsters. Not humans. Just people. And from what I heard, you treated them like shit, so of course the chance they get to escape their grip, they'd take it. We treated them with kindness, thus we've earned their loyalty and even their love."
"You seriously believe in that?"
"When you look at them, you see minions who should always blindly follow their superior. When I look at them, I see comrades who needed my help, and I wasn't gonna deny them that. And for the record, I'd never put them through something that I wouldn't put myself through. They don't fight for me, we fight for each other." Undyne glared. "The way you do things...lemme tell you. I don't like them at all!"
"That much is obvious." Ratoveros muttered. "That said, despite our shared taste for battle, I'm quite certain that you greatly dislike my methods to strengthen myself and my personal goals. You don't realize it yet, nor do you know what lead up to it, but the world is quite broken, like I've said. All I'm doing is what I do best. I destroy others to increase my own chances of survival within it, regardless of my methods."
"That's a shitty way to live in the world, regardless of whether what you say is true or not."
"I do not entirely disagree, I simply accepted it as unchangeable. I will admit that I can possibly see the lure of you and your comrades overall attitude. It's a shame that we couldn't have worked together, your power would have been quite useful in my ranks."
"Not interested."
"Again, it's too bad. Especially when you're doomed to fail with all of your resisting. After all, despite how powerful you all are, you will eventually be destroyed with your current status. You are only one faction trying to resist a world order all by themselves. You will all die, and with a pathetic whimper, unless you do not grow stronger not just in your own strength, but with powerful allies and sympathizers. You have plenty of the latter, but unless you capitalize on that advantage and make that union official, you'll never survive." Undyne blinked slightly. And Ratoveros realized that was the first time he's truly had her stumped...and then raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Wait...you didn't think of that?"
"...Uh..."
Ratoveros blinked again. Now he too was seriously stumped, except this is by the implications of Undyne's awkward silence. "...I don't know whether to believe your confidence and bravery is more foolish or more respectable. You're definitely not unintelligent...perhaps you're just ludicrously, admirably reckless. Yes, that seems to be the case."
"S-Shut up! I don't need approval from the likes of you!" Undyne shouted while holding out her spear. "Doesn't matter! It's time to settle things between us!"
Ratovero sighed, before he resolved himself and got into a predatory stance. "Indeed. We'll see who crushes the other first...I'm likely to be the winner."
"In your dreams." Undyne grinned. "Oh, by the way, your flames suck. I've been training with the Dreemurrs for years, and their flames are WAY hotter!"
In the meantime, Alphys reflected yet another elemental blast from Dyra with her extended wrench, gradually adapting to using it in fighting instead of fixing things. It's really strange how I'm actually doing this with increasing say that experience tends to be a good teacher, but this seems quite ridiculous. Though I'm definitely in no position to be complaining about it, nor do I desire to. she thought as she twirled her wrench and launched an energy blast towards Dyra, who easily blocked it with a wall of electric ice. Tch, no good. My experience and skill may be more practiced, but that doesn't mean I can just begin underestimating her. Need to keep focused and to keep thinking of ways around her.
"Exuse me...Miss Alphys."
"What the...?" She blinked and looked for the sound of the voice. At one point, she noticed Warkie hiding just a bit ahead of her. "How are you...?"
"I'm projecting my voice to you using Sound Magic, only you can hear me right now."
"Oh...well...what do you want...?" Alphys asked a bit curiously, twiling her wrench and tossing another blast towards Dyra while listening to the hidden lizard. Multitasking in this manner was difficult, but not impossible.
"Well...um...if it's not of too much trouble to you...would you please...not kill Dyra?"
"I'm more worried about her killing me if I'm not careful!" Alphys muttered as she noticed Dyra cackling as she spreads her arms and shot multiple psychic ice shards towards Alphys. She was able to deflect a few of them, though she did have a few slight cuts on her face and arms. Damn it. Some of them managed to get past. I don't have the reflexes for that speed...yet her aim is still slightly sloppy! She analyed while twirling her wrench again and slamming one end of it to the ground, creating a small powerful shockwave that was enough to knock Dyra on her back at least.
"I-I know. And I understand that quite well. I know it's a selfish request. B-"
"I exactly didn't say no." Alphys continued, narrowing her eyes towards Dyra. "I just said that fulfilling that request won't exactly be easy."
"You...you mean that you'll help her...?"
"A fellow scientist, especially a female, is trying to kill me. I may not like our circumstances, but i'd rather we both make it out of this mess alive so we can trade research in more civil ways." Alphys jumped back a bit after avoiding a flash of psychic lightning, lightly stumbling on the landing. "So no, I don't intend to kill her. I don't know how we'll make it out of this, but we'll find a way. And if there isn't one, we'll make our own. Scientists tend to have that capability in their description!"
Warkie blinked slightly as he heard Alphys say this with strong resolution. At this, he can only nod quietly as he went back to hiding behind cover, hoping that their battle would end soon.
"What were you mumbling about, Alphys? This is a serious experimentation between us scientists, and that requires extreme amounts of focus! Let me bring you back on track!" Dyra said madly as, from her raised paw manifested a flurry of psychic fire that descended violently upon Alphys. The latter narrowed her eyes as both paws pushed outwards for a stronger force-field to defend against said flames. Alphys grunted and sweated slightly, but it was still very much bearable. She then dispelled it with an electric pulse, though it did exhaust her quite a bit.
"There's something about conducting experiments. Eventually we draw a conclusion. And we'll be approaching ours very soon!"
In the meantime...once again.
"You seem to really have your hands full, Gaster!"
"Unlikely. I have plenty of those." Gaster deadpanned as he effortless continues to avoid many of the attacks heading his way from the numerous Neutral Route alternates of the main group. Between Toriel's fireballs, Sans' blasters and bones, Papyrus' bones, Alphys' lightning, and Mettaton's weapons, none of them have managed to get a clear hit on him, regardless of how hard they're trying. The Void is a domain he's adapted to, so he maneuvers however he wishes. But that doesn't mean immediate victory, due to the vast amount of power Flowey X possessed, not to mention him being able to heal himself, and his control over the six souls was much more potent. An irritating stalemate indeed. He alone cannot break it.
Which is why he's rather glad that the Dreemurr Trio jumped into the scene, a rainbow wave of fire from Asriel pushing all of the alternates back against a corner. Asriel landed first, followed by Frisk and Chara. All three of them could see the alternates before them, and immediate guessed what was going on. Needless to say...none of them were particularly happy about this. Frisk least of all.
"Flowey! Haven't you done enough for today?!"
"It's never enough for me! I'll just keep doing whatever I wish! If you think you've got what it takes to stop me, then by all means, try." Flowey taunted menacingly, before he cackled slightly as a storm of vines rose up from behind him and rained down upon the three of them. "Don't be surprised if ya fail, though!~"
"Unlikely." Chara deadpanned. Asriel and Chara both held their paw/hand outwards while Frisk channeled Support Magic towards them. With their attacks greatly boosted for one use, they both shoot a grand combination of rainbow and black flames towards the vines, and they collided, and soon overpowered said vines after several moments of struggle, burning them to cinders. The flames smashed into Flowey X's screen and making him careen backwards, visibly hissing from the pain. "Oh, look at that. Looks like you're not so invincible after all. Stop acting as if you are. Dumbass."
"PISS OFF!"
"You first. Whether I follow or not is on you." Chara briefly looked towards Gaster, who returned the gaze silently. Neither said a word, nor did Asriel or Frisk. There was only that brief acknowledgement between the four of them before they focused back on Flowey X.
Questions for later. Now they fight.
"Leave the copies to me, you three focus on Flowey X." Gaster informed them without breaking contact from Flowey. "You have fought your own demons constantly, and even now they persist. But at the very least, I can spare you from physically fighting these. There has been enough conflict involving time travel, today it ends for good. Do you three accept these terms?"
"Accepted...and appreciated." Asriel said quietly. "...Gaster...be careful." The Dreemurr Trio were giving off strong implications that they knew what happened...but chose not to voice it. Gaster doesn't show it on his face, but they could feel he's greatly troubled.
"As you wish, your Majesty."
Gaster swiped his hand as Gaster Blasters multiplied and shot various shots towards the Neutral Route Alternates, blasting Toriel and Undyne back while Sans dodged one blast, Papyrus deflecting it slightly, and Mettaton blasting it with one of his own. Once again, he's significantly glad that these copies were nowhere near as powerful as the current gang. It would make taking care of them significantly easier.
This left the Dreemurr Trio to face down Flowey X, who has already healed from his last injuries and was ready for more. Chara narrowed his eyes. "You're being a real pain in the ass right now, Flowey. Time to give up and play nice again."
"Hmmm...lemme think about it...nah.~" Flowey huffed as multiple bombs manifested immediately around the trio. Frisk was quick to put up a magic shield around them, the blasts nearly overwhelming said shield, but with Asriel providing a bit more magic, he stayed strong and managed to overcome the blast, dispelling it in a large puff of smoke. "You three make it all sound SOOOO easy! Ya did some terrible things in the past, all three of ya! You think you can just wash all of that away so quickly? Technically you could, once upon a time...but nope! You're not interested in Loading, Saving, or Resetting anymore! Things were much more fun back then! Don't you agree, Chara?~"
"Don't try and pull that bullshit on me. You obviously don't mean that, you stupid sunflower." Chara glared as he swiped his shadow arm, a wave of black flames incinerating another barrage of flames heading towards him and his brothers. "You've spent far too much time with us and the others to honestly believe those words, Flowey!"
"That's right!" Frisk exclaimed as he throws multiple white flames towards a larger barrage of friendliness pellets. "We've all bonded together, laughed together, and fought together! And on a much deeper level than we've ever done before! There's no way we'd ever be willing to throw that away! None of us! Not even you, no matter how crazy you may seem right now!"
Asriel agreed, as two Chaos Sabers manifested in his hands, charged with lightning magic. He uses them to quickly parry against sudden ballet shoes that manifested and furiously kicked at him. He managed to keep- up relatively well, and even managed to push the strange yet deadly weapons back a bit. He then jumped via backflip as he dodged multiple yellow bullets headed towards him from behind. He quickly sucked in a breath and fires a wave of flames from his mouth, incinerating the guns. He lands on his feet while glaring at Flowey. "We were once one person, Flowey. You were a reincarnation of me...but that is no longer the case. We're each our own person able to make our own choices. And over our years together, I know that you wouldn't suddenly start hating us on your own volition. That's why we're gonna do whatever we can...to free you from this!"
"You're an idealistic moron, Asriel! That's what got you killed the very first time! And the negativity that manifested afterwards from that choice, along with soullessness, is what eventually created ME!" Flowey roared as his larger arms spread wider and numerous vines and spikes, massive amounts of energy generating from him as well.
"Our choice to help you and Chara was what brought us even closer and created the current you that was born from our hiatus from the Surface. In either case, I don't regret those choices, aside from the pain that they caused afterwards." Asriel said resolutely. "And here's another choice that I'm not going to regret and neither will my brothers. It's something Frisk did for me and helped me do for Chara...we're going to save you from yourself."
"HAHA! YOU THINK YOU CAN!?"
Asriel narrowed his eyes, sclera turning black, and black marks slowly reappearing. "I know we will."
The final stretch of the battles are near! Quite a few have ended, yet both heroes and antagonists-the legitimate bad ones-alike refuse to stand down and surrender. That'll happen a lot in the future. Though some will still have quite a bit to say. Some important, some not-so-much. It really depends on them.
And with the next chapter, and the chapter after that...what shall Flowey do?
Until the next time, readers!