Hi!

We're finally finishing the inicial introductions in this chapter! There is actually a couple of characters that will come into play later, but their roles aren't relevant in most arcs like the ones in the Prologue, so...

Anyway, enjoy!

Grillby saw Sans go away with a worried glance. He didn't really like the idea of the skeleton going to meet his brother on his post. Especially if Sans was late.

Honestly, those boys. Grillby sighed, picking up a round form of glass, slowly letting the flames on his hand mold it into a more thin shape before starting the process of creating more glasses for the bar. Everyone who took their time to get to know the brothers could see that they cared for each other.

Not talking was just doing them harm, but Grillby couldn't do anything about it. Sans was good at avoiding topics and Papyrus didn't even remember the time when the fire elemental took care of the skeleton brothers. Honestly, Grillby didn't remember all that much himself, a thin layer of something like static overloading his senses every time he tried to focus on them.

Still, he remembered enough. It was troublesome to see them like this. Papyrus was very socially inept, never interacting with other kids his age back in the day because all of the fighting and violence going on around him. He seemed to have picked up some bad habits from Gaster too, of the little he could remember of the previous Royal Scientist.

The similarities were only making Sans distance himself more. And while that was not fair to Papyrus, Sans didn't do it in a conscious way. They were very close before the Gaster fiasco and that event only seemed to make Sans more protective of his little brother.

It looked like it backfired… He just couldn't run away from the puns at this point of time, it seemed. Not even in his own mind.

Grillby could always guess what kind of mood Sans was in depending on what he ordered. Mustard was the usual nowadays and a good sign, probably. Bitter and angry, but not particularly upset.

Ketchup though… For Sans to order ketchup, either his mood or his health must be really low. This was bad and it could probably end up in more ketchup in the near future. If it did, Sans and Papyrus had a fight, probably.

Honestly, kids these days… But they were not kids anymore, were they?

Well, one could wear that spiked armor of his around the town and the other could have seen more than someone his age should have, remember more than most monster did too. But deep down, they were still the same little terrors he cared for. With their silly fights and huge arguments.

It just, escalated. The situation "heated" up with time.

Grillby groaned. Sans was rubbing off on him and that was a complete no. He had his gorgeous flames to take care of, his silent but watchful and dangerous aura and his completely charming light!

He decided to flirt with the slim bunny monster who run the inn. He did not to think about the mock flirting he did with Sans just to throw everyone else off about their relationship.

He did not.

Except he kind of did, his flames changing to blue when he didn't notice in some parts from the worry.

Flowey didn't know what to do anymore. He tried, he really did (he did not, could not), but it seemed like the monsters just kept ignoring his suggestions to try and be nice. It was harder to keep going most days. Being nice didn't seem to work very well.

It was difficult, more so because he couldn't really empathize with them, understand their struggles. Sure, he didn't have a soul, but for some reason he kept some of his emotions from when he was alive and a normal monster himself.

Just, you know, the positive ones.

But the rest of the emotions were important too! Fear meant staying safe even if he didn't really need it because of the reset power. Anger meant justifying himself and his actions, to stand up for himself! Chara was not here to do that for him anymore (Chara was dead).

And that was the top of the cake! It seemed like, even if he loved Chara as his sibling, he couldn't even get sad or upset about their death. It made his feelings seem kind of fake at this point, and he didn't like it.

(Asriel was upset, he was grieving. He just wanted to see Chara one more time, just one more time. He was wishing this was just a bad dream, he couldn't deal, he just couldn't. Chara was dead after all. He was the one who messed up! The one who truly deserved to die was him! Not Chara! And they died for what? A bunch of monsters that tore each other apart? They were mocking Chara's sacrifice… They would all pay. He would make sure of it).

So, Flowey just continued to look at all the bright colors of the garden in the palace! (Those terrible, horrible flowers that looked like him now. His dust, his corpse for f*ck's sake, was in there!) They were so pretty!

But he needed to go before Asgore came. He wasn't really like the father he remembered (killing humans. Children at that! Would he have done it to Chara if they were the second human to fall and not the first? He cared for these humans, tried to help them. Only for his father to take it all away. Not even resetting did any good. He… kind of gave up. Did that make him a bad person?). Maybe he could go to the Ruins to visit Chara's final resting place? His sibling must be so lonely right now. Oh well, he would just wait a bit more before going.

What if Toriel was there? (What was up with his parents and terrible life decisions?). The lady was very lonely, but she didn't want to be interrupted or helped by anyone, except that lazy skeleton from Snowdin. Well, it couldn't be helped (He cried. His mom was so sad…).

And talking about that lazy skeleton reminded the flower, he could go see how Papyrus was doing! Flowey was trying to help him fix his relationship with his older brother. In a world like this, family should stay together, take example from him in what to avoid. With a nudge in the right direction, he was sure the skeleton brothers would go back to being close again (except he was not. This wasn't right, this wasn't how it works. He knows this! So then why-) like in the old times!

Yes, that sounded about right. He was going to go help Papyrus with his lacking communication skills! It was always very funny (it was not. Poor Papyrus was trying and Asriel was making it worse on the long run) and ended with hilarious results!

When the door of the garden opened, Flowey went deep into the ground, like he wasn't there to begin there. He was happy! He should go to Snowdin directly.

(Asriel cried).

Asgore sighed, watering the flowers of his garden while the tea was brewing in the kitchen. It seemed like it was a new day for the Underground.

It smelt like golden flowers and tea.

It smelt like dust.

And done! There are more character to come in the future, so don't worry if you don't see your favoritejust yet. Their role may be relevant but I'm not going to add them just yet (like Mettaton and Napstablook, for example! I may or may not introduce the dummy that later transforms into Mad Mew Mew. I haven't decided yet).

Also, headcanon: Grillby isn't cleaning glasses in the game, but making them! In Underfall, the fights that break out in the bar leave Grillby with his little hobby as more of a necessity on some days.

With this concludes the ARC I: Prologue.

I had these three chapter almost all figured out. Now comes the tough work so please be patient with me. Updates will probably be once a week or so from now on.

Tell me what you think. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome! =D

Comming next - ARC II: The Judge and The Damned.