Ending One: Starlight, Starmight!
"Who . . . who are you?" Asgore asked. The man smiled. It was a gentle, soft smile, no malice, nor teasing. He was dressed in a dark blue tunic and pants, with cuffed leather boots that reached his knees. His forearms were covered by silvery bracers with fine repousse of swirling designs upon their surface. His most striking piece of clothing was his cloak, which looked like it had been cut from the night sky, the stars, comets, galaxies and nebulas all moving as if viewing them through a telescope.
"You already know me, Your Majesty." Asgore blinked. Asriel clung to his mother, watching the man.
"Wait. Those eyes . . . Frisk?" Asriel asked. They looked at the Prince, then back to the man, who gave the same soft smile and a gentle nod of his head.
"What?!" they chorused, shocked beyond belief. Even Sans looked stunned.
"Whoa, kid! That's a hell of a secret," said Sans, both shocked but amused. Papyrus' jaw was literally laying on the ground.
"This is astounding! I had no idea humans grew up so quickly!" Papyrus crowed.
"Papyrus, they don't!" cried Undyne, who glared at him.
"How do we know you're really Frisk?" The man smiled at this. He looked at her, and made a motion with his fingers.
"One Thousand Years of Laughs," he replied. Undyne narrowed her eye.
"Yeah, it's him . . ." Undyne muttered. Alphys was holding her head.
"I don't believe this! I've never heard of anything like this! How, how in the world?" asked the Royal Scientist. Frisk sadly smiled.
"I was cursed." They all stared at him. He looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath of fresh air, like a man who was tasting freedom for the first time in ages. "A very long time ago, I was cursed by a wizard. So, so long ago." They stared at Frisk in awe. He looked at them, and his smile, his whole form seemed to glow with happiness. "But now, the curse is broken. I am finally me again." He looked at them, and smiled more. "But, far better, is you all are finally free. I meant what I said. What happened, what was done was a crime, an evil to those who did no wrong." They had no doubts that it was, indeed, Frisk, their friend. His words carried the same heart, the same energy, meaning and truth. Frisk looked at Asriel and smiled warmly. "Remember what I said, Asriel. I meant every word of it." Asriel hugged Toriel tighter, but not out of fear. Toriel and Asgore stared at Frisk.
"You mean you . . .?" Toriel couldn't finish, tears welling in her eyes. Frisk nodded, his smile never wavering, seeming to glow, not just with the setting sun, but happiness. Toriel picked Asriel up and hugged him, Asgore wrapping his arms around his wife and child. The great King had tears in his eyes.
"Frisk . . . we cannot thank you enough." Frisk just tilted his head.
"There is too much cruelty in the world, too much death, sorrow. If I could save even one life, then . . . even such a cursed life as mine, shall not have been in vain." There was a tone of regret there, but it was dwarfed by his happiness, his joy. Emotions he had not felt in so long. Asriel looked at Frisk.
"But . . . your wish?" the small Prince asked. Frisk smiled at him.
"You cannot kill an immortal, my boy. When I made the wish, the mirror was overwhelmed, and could not handle it. At the same time, it canceled it out, and granted it at the same time. In so doing, it broke the curse." Frisk turned and faced the setting sun, throwing open his arms. "Behold! The world is open to you, now. Freedom lays upon you. What you do with it, now, is up to you." They all came forward and stared in awe at the setting sun.
"Wow . . ." said Undyne as they watched the sun, the clouds, the trees and mountains and city, as new beings to it all.
"Golly, it's so amazing!" said Papyrus. "What's that glowing circle?"
"That's the sun, bro," said Sans, grinning.
"Wow. So, that's the sun!"
"Oh, it's beautiful!" said Alphys. Toriel looked up, and noticed something.
"Gorey, look! Is that-?" They looked up, and, sure enough, a star was beginning to shine in the sky. Frisk smiled as he watched them.
"It is indeed. It's the stars, and now they shine for you all," said Frisk. Toriel smiled with joy.
"Oh, Frisk, my child, you've done so much for us." She turned back, and gasped. Frisk was gone. "Frisk?" she called. The others turned and looked.
"Huh? Where'd he go?" Undyne asked. They all glanced around, looking for him once again.
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A few miles away, Frisk stood on top of Mt. Ebott, now recalling his purpose. He smiled and inhaled as the last light of the setting sun cast him in a fiery light, as a figure of molten bronze against the coming night sky, his cloak fluttering, stars shining. He looked up at the sky, smiling. He flexed his hands, light glowing around his hands in every color, the Amulet shimmering and glowing. He reached towards the heavens, feeling his old power back in full. He felt the joy once more, felt it swirl through every fiber of his being. He felt the Universe touch him once more, felt that fabric of the Cosmos brush against him. Oh, no mortal words, in any language, could describe that joy! He glanced at the far away mountain where the monsters were.
It deeply saddened him to leave them, but they would be better off. Their destiny was now their own, the tale theirs to write. That said, though, they all were deeply engraved in his heart, and he could never forget them. He could never forget those who had saved him, from becoming what he hated. They owed him no debt at all. Just as he had saved them, so had they saved him. He smiled, a bit sadly.
"Thank you, dear friends. I shall never forget you. Until the ending of Creation itself, you all will be in my heart." He looked up at the sky, and smiled. He reached up, felt the Eldar Power within him, felt that joy, felt the rapture, and felt his heart soar as he let it sing through him.
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"Frisk!" Toriel called. They all were looking around for their missing friend. Sans happened to look up, and stared in shock.
"Whoa . . . hey, guys?" he called. They looked up as he pointed at the sky. They looked up, and stared in shocked awe and wonder.
The stars were moving. They watched with wide eyes as they began to form shapes. Familiar shapes.
"Tori, that's you!" Asgore cried as the image of Toriel formed from the stars. She could only stare in awe and wonder. The stars shifted, and next showed Sans, then Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore, and, lastly, Asriel. They all were silent as they watched. The stars changed one last time, this time showing them all together, but they all had tears in their eyes as the read the beautiful message, written in stars just below:
Thank You!
Author's note: In honoring the game, I decided to have multiple endings, and thus was able to save extra ideas that might otherwise have never been seen.
This ending aligns with the games Neutral Ending.
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