Ending Two: Who Wants to Live Forever
Toriel blinked as she stared at the human man standing before them. He was only a tiny bit shorter than her, his skin was lightly tanned, his brown hair was short, but long enough it hung down in his eyes. He wore a tunic of deep blue, tucked into cuffed, knee-high leather boots. Around his forearms were bracers of a shiny, silvery metal, raised designs of spirals decorated the surface in relief. Most striking of all was his cloak, which could very well have been crafted from the night sky itself. Stars twinkled, comets moved, galaxies swirled. Even if standing still, the cloak was alive with movement. She held Asriel tight against her.
"My child . . . .?" Those deep blue eyes twinkled and shone like beautiful gems, and she saw the same depth in them and knew who she was facing. "Frisk." The others gasped as they stared, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"You're kidding me! Him?! That's the kid?! How?! How could he-?" Undyne ranted. Alphys looked stunned.
"Wow. He's . . . cute for a human," Alphys murmured. Sans whistled.
"Wow, kid. Heck of a growth spurt," mused the skeleton. Frisk smiled gently. He took a single step, and shocked them when he swayed and fell to his knees. They all ran forward to catch him.
"My child?"
"Human?"
"You okay?" Toriel gently gripped his arm. He laid his hand upon hers. When she saw his hand, she gasped. The hand was wrinkled, almost skeletal.
"What the heck?!" Undyne yelled. Frisk swayed as Toriel grabbed him. As they watched, his hair grew longer, and began to turn white. Asriel's eyes were welling with tears.
"No. No! No!" the Prince cried.
"Centuries of life . . . and now, I have no time . . ." Frisk said in a hoarse, strangled voice, as if fighting for breath. Asgore put his arm around his son as Toriel turned Frisk so she could see his face.
His face had become sunken, the cheekbones sharp, skin like paper, liver spots and wrinkles on almost all of his skin.
"Frisk! My child, what's happening?!" He looked up at her, his eyes thin slits of blue.
"Time . . . is catching up, at last." They all stared at him. He gave a weak chuckle. "I haven't . . . the time to tell you it all. Ages ago . . . I was cursed. I fought against . . . an evil wizard. He cursed me . . . with immortal life." They gasped at this. Tears began to run from Frisk's eyes as he recalled, and tried to tell them the tale, with as little time as he had. "I was trapped in a . . . child's body. I could not but watch, as everything, everyone . . . left me alone." He softly wept. "Centuries . . . millennia . . . my cursed existence has been . . . an unending nightmare. Never, have I ever craved anything more . . . than death." They all started at this.
"Don't say that, Frisk! We'll help you! We'll . . . we'll think of something! We'll think of a spell!" said Asgore. Sans stared at the fragile form of the fallen human.
"Kid, you . . . can't," Sans' mask was gone, the anguish plain on his face. Papyrus was openly sobbing. Even Undyne was in tears.
"Frisk, don't. Don't do this to us. I . . . I'm sorry. You . . . you're a good human. You . . . always were. Dammit, don't die on us!" Frisk's blue eyes settled on her, but they were now cloudy with cataracts, barely seeing anything.
"Death . . . isn't so awful. Who . . . wants to live forever, anyway?" Asriel sobbed as he ran from his father and grabbed Frisk's arm.
"No! No, you can't die! Please! Please! You promised you wouldn't leave! You promised!" Frisk could no longer keep his eyes open. His hair had thinned to the point he almost had none, his form almost skeletal. Even so, he still smiled, the same soft, gentle smile.
"Don't be . . . sad. I'll always . . . be . . . with . . . you." Asriel sobbed. Toriel quietly sobbed as she tenderly hugged Frisk to her.
"Go to sleep, my child. I love you, my Frisk." She kissed him tenderly on his forehead as he gave a last, soft breath. Alphys covered her eyes as she buried her head in Undyne's ribs. Asgore hugged his wife and son, and mourned with them at the loss of this special soul.
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Many years after, the place where monsters were freed had become called "Soul's Peak". It became a special shrine, and all monsters visited it at least once in their lives. Carved pillars, with Frisk's story, surround a single grave. Covered by golden flowers, is a single, simple gravestone. Engraved upon it is thus:
Here lies Frisk.
Human, son, beloved child, savior.
We will always remember you.
Author's note: Here we have the second ending. This ending aligns with the Genocide Ending.
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