Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale (although I'd totally pay to own Sans). I only own the OC.
A/N: Yay. Back with a new (and longer) chapter. It would be nice if you could read this chapter while listening to the Undertale soundtrack 71: Undertale. It's a beautiful song and it makes you think back to the choices that you made, how the monsters accepted you as the human who fell to the Underworld.
I don't really like sad stories, but it's Undertale. It's a mix of sad and happy. This chapter might be confusing because I stopped writing for ages and came back. If you're confused, leave a review and I'll see whether I can change anything about the story :)
Truthfully I thought I was going to focus on my OC only but because Undertale has so many characters that can be interpreted differently, I'll probably end up putting an extended stories for important characters.
Because, let's admit it, I find all the characters lovable and unique.
Anyway, let's cut the unnecessary chitchat and go straight to the chapter.
Chapter 1: Only the Beginning
Sans wanted to forget about the girl. With the field of echo flowers constantly repeating the whisper of the girl, it was rather difficult for even laid back skeleton like him.
Of course, he would act like nothing's wrong when his friends are around.
But really, what was that girl?
Was it even possible for a human to move away that fast?
Have they ever met?
Why was she so familiar?
Questions after questions clouded his mind while he was carrying out multiple jobs at once. Papyrus seldom asked Sans if there was anything wrong and there would be a pun or two that made Papyrus regret talking to his older brother.
It wasn't hard, really. Staying as he is, just throwing his dad skeleton puns, wanting to be lazy. Nobody would see the difference. Sans made it sure that nobody would realise the change. They won't be able to see through him (Pun not intended). Which is ironic, but really, nobody did.
Or maybe they did, but just didn't bother to tell.
Point was, Sans was too distracted to concentrate with his current jobs. There was no way that he could've forgotten the enchanting amethyst orbs if he had met the girl. He swore that he went through everything on his journal. It was impossible that the timeline could've reset even after Frisk had broken the barrier.
So what, exactly was that girl? Plopping down on his chair, scanning through his journal pages, Sans popped his neck joint when an odd writing caught his attention.
timeline resets itself History repeats itself
A writing that was crossed out and written with different words. With different handwriting. A small, intricate cursive that was distinct to his larger handwriting.
'History repeats itself' The whispers of echo flowers briefly flashed to his skull, sending chills down his spine.
But how? The human could not have been at Underworld. If she fell, Toriel would've given him a heads-up.
Was it coincidence?
Reading the journal didn't give him any clarification. It brought more questions to the surface. Closing his journal and locking it inside his drawer, Sans sighed deeply.
He hated not knowing.
Frisk was scared of Flowey. It was natural, really. Except that she couldn't blame Flower for being… soulless.
He would laugh at her compassion whenever she'd talk to him. Whispering dark, cruel words that would bring her back to the timelines when she'd make horrible, horrible choices.
It was tiring, really. Sometimes she wanted to give up. But she remembered Asriel. Alone, in front of the patch of golden flowers, with that bittersweet smile etched on his lips, explaining things slowly.
How he couldn't feel.
How she shouldn't worry about him, and that somebody will have to take care of the flowers.
That he doesn't want to break their hearts all over again, and that it's better off if they never see him.
Asking her why she's still there, giving a little sad smile as he enquired whether she was keeping him company as his round goat eyes watered.
Timidly questioning why, she climbed up Mt Ebott, despite the legend on the Surface. Telling her that only she'd know the answer.
And truthfully, she didn't know why.
Explaining about Chara. About hating humanity. And that Frisk was different from Chara, honestly admitting that she's the type of friend he wished to have.
The truth about why he turned into a flower. How he blamed himself for that decision. How it made him adapt the horrible view of the world, "kill or be killed". And that he doesn't regret his choice anymore.
To remember him as someone that was her friend for a little while. Warning her of the outside world. Telling her that there were lots of 'Floweys' out there. Pleading her to not kill, and not to be killed.
And really, she couldn't help but feel bad.
For not being able to save Asriel. Having to cry in his stead when Toriel and Asgore couldn't remember anything. Having to keep that guilt of not being able to tell the truth for fear that her parents would break down into pieces when they learn the cruel nature.
Talking to Flowey didn't help her feel better. But the little wavers, quivers of his voice from her kindness, his confusion as to why he couldn't bring himself to kill the girl, reminded her… that Asriel is still there somewhere, and that there was hope.
It was the exact same day. Frisk carrying a bottle of cold water, humming slightly, hoping to see his genuine smile this time.
What welcomed Frisk was a new sight.
Flowey cringing from a hooded figure, frightened. Pale hand extended to Flowey as if it wants to pet the flower. Instinctively, Frisk threw the water bottle to the figure.
It hit the figure square on its' head with a sharp noise. Water spilled to the ground as the glass bottle broke into pieces. Flowey's face whisked to Frisk in obvious relief. The figure stood up from kneeling position and Frisk swore that she saw a dim violet glow under the hood. Unexpectedly petite in full height, the figure wobbled a bit and Frisk noticed the droplets of blood on the gold petals of the flowers.
Oh my God. What has she done?
Horrified of what she's done, Frisk approached the figure cautiously.
"Uh-"
"Believe in yourself." Young, gentle voice hummed musically. To whom her voice was directed, Frisk had no idea. The dim violet glow was now bright amethyst, crescent-shaped underneath the hood.
"Your journey is yet to finish." Pale fingers brushed the tips of Flowey's petals and he looked close to crying. Familiar melody began to echo in Frisk's head.
Undertale. The amiable, mellow and pleasant tones that echoed as Frisk walked through the New Home. Memories flashed back to the time when the monsters that she spared came to tell her a tale, soft smile etched upon all their faces, thankful of your actions.
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 call.
He brought the human back to the castle.
Overtime, ASRIEL, and the human became like siblings.
The King and Queen treated the human as 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, wracked with grief, absorbed the human's soul.
He transformed into a being with incredible power.
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 to end our suffering.
Every human who falls down here must die.
With enough souls, we can shatter the barrier forever.
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.
Frisk was free. Wasn't she? But why was it that her heart was feeling so empty? Why was it that she felt so guilty?
Sniffling a sob, Frisk looked at the figure. Flowey was talking to himself, confused, so lost.
"It's not your fault."
That you couldn't save Asriel.
The small echo in her head finished the sentence that the figure didn't bother finishing. Hesitantly placing a hand on Frisk's head, the figure gave a gentle pat.
"It's not over yet." And then silently as ever, the figure was gone. The only thing that caught Frisk's eyes was an intricate miniature hourglass charm, softly glowing cobalt blue under the shadows.
"Remember, your journey's yet to be finished." Melodic voice echoed as Frisk was left to sob. Even Flowey, not knowing how to feel, was looking upset than he could ever be.
Thank you all for reading! As I said before, I love critical readers. Leave a review if you spot anything weird or off about my story. Thanks heaps!
-HelloSkye-