A long time ago, a human fell into the Ruins. Injured by its fall, the human called out for help.
Asriel, the king's son, heard the human's cries. He brought the human back to the castle.
Overtime, the human child and Asriel became like siblings. The King and Queen treated the human child like their own. The Underground was full of hope.
Then…one day…the human became very ill.
The sick human had only one request. To see the flowers from their village. But there was nothing we could do.
The next day.
The next day.
…
The human died.
Asriel, whacked with grief, absorbed the human's soul. He transformed into a being with incredible power.
With the human's soul, Asriel crossed through the Barrier. He carried the human's body into the sunset. Back to the village of the humans.
Asriel reached the center of the village. There, he found a bed of golden flowers. He carried the human onto it.
Suddenly, screams rang out. The villagers saw Asriel holding the human's body. They thought that he had killed the child.
The humans attacked him with everything they had. He was struck with blow after blow. Asriel had the power to destroy them all.
But…Asriel did not fight back. Clutching the human, Asriel smiled, and walked away.
Wounded, Asriel stumbled home. He entered the castle and collapsed. His dust spread across the garden.
The kingdom fell into despair. The king and queen had lost two children in one night. The humans had once again taken everything from us.
The king decided it was time to end our suffering. Every human who falls down here must die. With enough Souls, we can shatter the Barrier forever.
It's not long now.
King Asgore will let us go.
King Asgore will give us hope.
King Asgore will save us all.
You should be smiling, too. Aren't you excited? Aren't you happy?
You're going to be free.
Five with the Moon
An Undertale Mega-Crossover series
By the Poor Sap Advocate
Chapter 1
Led through the mist, by the milk-light of moon, all that was lost, is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring. But where have we come, and where shall we end? If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?
Frisk woke up with a jolt. It took them a minute to gather their bearings, even though they knew exactly where they were.
They walked into the next room, and saw Flowey.
"Clever, verrryyy clever," said Flowey. "You think you're real smart, don't cha? But don't act so cocky. I know what you did. You idiot. Do you think you're the only one with that power? The power to reshape the world, purely by your own DETERMINATION…the power to play god. Enjoy that power while you can. Because I will be getting it back."
Flowey's face shifted, rising about his body and turning into a grotesque, melting skull. It laughed a high barking laugh they had heard so many times, before he burrowed back underground.
They had not Reset, they realized. They remembered the fight with Flowey, and the others, and what they did afterwards. But they did not Save or Reset after that. And if Flowey did not, then who had?
They were shaken out of their thoughts as Toriel approached. Their body froze up.
"Hello," said Toriel. "Are you alright?"
They did not know how to answer.
Dipper was not sure if he actually woke up, or if he just started to become aware of his current situation. The world around him was filled with nothing. His mind was still reeling, from the fight to the other kids to even what had gone on in the Underground. But even more than that, his head was filled with memories he did not remember having.
"How the gentle wind, beckons through the leaves, as autumn colors fall…well, it ain't no Vera Lynn, but it'll work in a pinch for an ominous piano solo!"
"Bill?" said Dipper.
"Pine Tree! How's it hangin'?" said Bill Cipher as he made himself known to Dipper. "Get it? Because the fragile thing you call existence hangs in the balance!"
"What are you doing here Bill?" Dipper asked.
"Relax, Pine Tree," said Bill. "I actually have a lot to thank you for. Pull up a chair, get comfortable, say hi to Christopher Walken!"
Dipper tried to ignore the writhing mass of arms in the vague shape of a chair next to him.
"See, I've been trying to break into the Underground since before the Great Pancake War," said Bill. "But that stupid barrier and that stupid dog prevent any magical beings like me to enter. But thanks to you, I didn't need to! I didn't even need to get to the Core! You and you dumb friends with brightly colored souls already caused a rift in the forces of reality! Time is meaningless, normal is weird, and your dimension is mine for the taking!"
Whatever ground underneath Dipper's feet trembled. The sky overhead began to fall apart, revealing a bright X-shaped rift.
"Thanks for all your help, kid!" said Bill. "I mean, I already had this great plan for you involving a computer and a sock puppet, but this'll be a lot more interesting! Enjoy your time in the Unknown, Pine Tree! Tell me what you look like when you wake up! Hope it looks something like this!"
Bill's eye elongated and he waved his arms wildly. He started to scream, but that trailed off into a maniacal laugh.
Dipper woke up with his eyes opened wide and his arms waving wildly. Before he even had time to process anything else, he felt shame.
That feeling wore off quickly, and he let himself focus on where he was. The forest was dark and thickly crowded with trees. Only the quarter moon ahead gave him any light. It was not the forest around Gravity Falls, yet it felt increasingly familiar to him. Dipper had been there before. Or, after the fight with Flowey, had the memories of being there before. Or, among the myriad of possibilities of time, had been there before. It gave him too much of a headache to really think about. Right now, he had to focus on getting back to Gravity Falls.
A groan beside him alerted him to the fact that he was not alone. He glanced down towards the source. He remembered him. The kid with the orange soul. It took him a minute to pull himself off the ground and notice Dipper.
"Where are we?" He asked.
"I was hoping you would know," Dipper said.
The kid pulled himself off the ground and looked around. "You know, I think I do."
The zombies look as every bit as grotesque as Mabel thought they would; pale green skin that should have rotten, skeletal limbs and organs that should be spilling out. But they had a certain amount of composure to them. They still wore the clothes they were buried in, and they did not start to chase her until after she started to run.
Mabel remembered fighting zombies before, somewhere. She had lived through the last week several different times, in several different places, and now the memories were all scrambled.
"Candy ATTACK!"
The zombie with the silliest looking wig flinched as it was pelted with candy. Before it could respond, Mabel felt someone take her hand and pull her away.
The kid was quite a deal younger than she was, maybe 6 or 7. His clothes were like something people in old-timey cartoons would wear, although she had no idea why the teapot was on his head. Mabel had seen him before too, but she couldn't remember it well either.
They took refuge in the city hall. It was already night, and it looked like the building had been shut down for the night. The shattered window told Mabel how the other had managed to get inside the first time.
"That was close," the boy said. "Where do you think we are?"
Mabel looked at the nearby reception desk, and pawed through the paperwork.
"Blithe's Hollow, Massachusetts? "
"That's not too far!"
"It is for me," said Mabel. "And my brother might be out there! And he can't fight on his own!"
"So's my bro," said the boy. "And…hey, where's Monika?"
Time would not progress in the room in Toriel's house, they had figured out. It would be nice, if they were ever allowed to sleep in there.
They spent a longer time than usual in the room, this time. They knew that when they left, they really would not come back. They would reach ASGORE, and they would fix their mistakes. And the end would come.
"Do you plan on eating that?" said the Cat.
He sat on the floor, eyeing the Butterscotch Cinnamon pie suspiciously. By his side was the Frog they had seen the cool kid with the elephant costume with, who stood and bowed before resuming being a normal frog.
"I mean," said the Cat. "I prefer to hunt my own food, but we have not eaten anything since the cup of ketchup, and no matter what I do, I can't get the mouse to come out of the wall."
At first, Frisk wanted nothing more than to scoop the Cat into their arms and hug them. But they held themselves back.
"Is something the matter?" said the Cat.
Scared, they managed to write. Made things worse.
"Is this about those other kids?" said the Cat.
They managed to give a shaky nod.
"Look," said the Cat. "If you spend all your time here thinking of all the ways things went wrong, then you'll never be able to fix them. You can do this if you stop going about it with your head up your ass."
Frisk did not say anything, mostly because they did not realize what that last word was.
"Don't you have anything useful to say?" said the Cat, looking at the Frog.
The frog started to search through the toy chest. He pulled out a dusty toy piano and began to play.
"When life gets you down, wearing a frown, don't look away, look up!" sang the Frog. "'Cause memories true, come out of the blue; you know the way — look up!"
"That's not exactly what I meant by 'useful'," said the Cat.
"When you're feeling under the weather, and the dark clouds are getting to you…make your troubles light as a feather, and soon you'll be seeing a bright patch of blue! You...gotta look up, you gotta be strong, you gotta take things as they come. 'Cause everything new that happens to you is better when you...look up!"
The frog bowed, put the toy piano back, and resumed being a normal frog. They giggled and clapped, and for a moment, things were okay.
They had a new plan.
Outside the Bubble was worse than what she thought could have been inside it. If she did not know any better, she would have thought she were in the desert. The ground was dry and dusty, the sun blazed overhead, and there were no signs of life anywhere. Just above the horizon were the signs of a town, burned and destroyed.
Gravity Falls, Coraline thought. The town was called Gravity Falls. She could vaguely remember being there before…
…But that wasn't her. It was another girl, or her twin brother, or any of the others she met in That Place. The memories were there, though, as vivid and real as any other. It was getting hard to keep track of what had happened.
One of them had to be there, she decided. Maybe they would know better what was going on. It wasn't like she could stay out here forever, anyway.
She tried humming to herself as she went, to try and make herself brave enough.
"Oh my twitchy, witchy girl. I think you are so nice. I bring you bowls of porridge and I bring you bowls of ice…cream…"
Norman woke up in his room. He had no idea how. The last thing he remembered was fighting the Flowey monster in that weird unknown world with the others…
This was not his room, he realized. It looked exactly like it, down to the finest details. But it looked better, somehow. The zombie posters and prints all moved. There were other toys too; skulls that chattered their teeth and jumped, and skeletal dragons that soared around the room. But as wonderful as it was, he realized that his grandma was not there. No one was there.
He sprang out of his bed and ran into the living room. His house was all the same too, but better. He looked around for his grandmother, the kid that spoke in hands, anyone.
Norman stopped when he came face-to-face with his mother. She looked identical, save for her button eyes.
Things were proceeding just as Frisk thought they would. They asked Toriel if they could leave, she said they could never come back, and now they were out in the colds of Snowdin. sans was around here. He probably wasn't going to be happy with them, they thought. So they needed to do something quick.
Back before all of this happened, when they could reasonably assume they were friends with sans, sans had talked to them about the Resets. He didn't know much, and he didn't have a whole lot of answers he could give them, but he said they could always ask. They weren't sure how well he would hold up his end of the bargain now, but they had no other choice.
When they saw the shadow out of the corner of their eye, the braced themself. When they heard the branch snap behind them, they felt determined. When sans stood behind them, they summoned all of their courage to speak.
"I am the Legendary Fartmaster,"
They felt a little less determined when sans collapsed to the floor, laughing.