Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter. Yaaaay!

First, I'd like to thank all those who've reviewed, favorited, and followed this fanfic. It warms my heart to see such support for this fic. I'd also like to thank those who suggested songs. While I cant include all of them, I'll be sure to take them under advisement.

Oh, by the way, update schedule is kinda tricky now since I've started school again. Wish me luck!

That being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter. As always, I dont own anything, not even the songs.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey!"= Normal conversation

'Oh boy, this is gonna hurt'= Thoughts

"Stronger than you!"= Song Lyrics

"You dirty brother killer."= Flashbacks

This song belongs to the awesome NateWantsToBattle.

Chara: Hee hee...I'd like to see how long he'll last against me~

I'd like to thank Kaidas and CreepyAnimeGameLover for suggesting this song


Chapter 3: Promise Me

Frisk rounded the corner, sighing in relief as he spared the last Moldsmal in his way. The last puzzle was always the most annoying one, given how there are so many monsters roaming around in that area. Still, he managed to push on as he always did. He downed his monster candy, restoring his lost six HP. He knew that Toriel would probably heal his wounds anyway, but he wanted to see if today would finally be the day monster candy would taste like licorice.

'Huh, it's strawberry this time. Again, not a licorice flavor.' Frisk mused to himself. Oh well, a child could dream.

He activated the required switch, and the spikes blocking his way fell. He hummed to himself as he walked into the next room, finding himself at a crossroads. One direction lead to Toriel's home, the other led to the Toy Knife. No doubt if a certain someone was with him, he'd be yelling in his ear to go grab the knife. Now Frisk knew that weapons were occasionally valuable, such as the Frying Pan giving him extra HP whenever he ate, or the Torn Notebook giving him extra 'invincibility frames'. The Toy Knife however, did not offer any such extra abilities. So Frisk was unlikely to make the effort to carry it with him. Besides, this was a Pacifist route!

Frisk made a turn to the left, walking over the fallen leaves. He stopped in front of the dead tree; its red leaves all having left its branches. It was also where Asriel was previously buried. Frisk sighed a little, remembering the unpleasant memories of his Genocide routes.

Beyond the tree, lay a Save point and Toriel's home. The house was looking as cute and tidy as ever, filling Frisk with Determination. And speaking of said goat woman; she was quickly exiting her house, reaching for her phone at the same time.

"Oh dear, that took longer than I thought it would. Many puns were made." She chuckled to herself, dialing on her phone. It started to ring, along with Frisk's phone. She looked a bit surprised to see Frisk there, her eyes showing both worry and pride for the pacifist child.

"Frisk! It seems you made it here before I could go back and fetch you. This means you must have completed all the puzzles the Ruins had to offer. And without any injuries to boot! Not that I wanted you to have injuries in the first place." She grinned and ruffled his straight brown hair, messing it up a little. "I'm so proud of you, my little puzzle detective!"

Frisk smiled at the praise, and Toriel's proud tone. He always liked to make her happy. He glanced at the tree once more, remembering when Flowey had first recounted his story. How he was persuaded by Chara to poison the fallen child with Buttercups. How he let Chara latch on to him as they left the barrier, heading towards Chara's village. How Asriel refused to kill any of the humans, even as they beat and wounded the young monster. How he died in his mother's arms, a peaceful smile on his face.

"Oh yes, that tree…it's been a long time since it bloomed, or grew back any leaves for that matter. In fact, it hasn't left its dead state since….." She stopped, her face taking on a pained look. Frisk looked questioningly at her, but he knew deep down that she was remembering her first child. She never talked about her child during what he considered baseline runs, nor did she talk much about Chara. He wondered if she was going to talk about them this reset.

"…since I buried my first child under its roots. Come, small one." She said finally and moved along, motioning Frisk to follow her. He went after her, like the good obedient child he was.

They entered the house, where Toriel turned to Frisk with a big smile on her furry face. "Do you smell that?"

"Yup. It smells like kindness, determination and a lovely goat mom!"

Toriel promptly tripped over whatever she was going to say next and blushed.

"You are an….interesting child. No, I meant my surprise for you. Speaking of which, SURPRISE! I made a butterscotch cinnamon pie. I thought we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here. So I will hold off on snail pie for tonight"

'Oh Toriel…how I wish that were the case right now.' He thought sadly. 'But don't worry….I'll fix this for you. For everyone.'

"Here, I have another surprise for you." The two of them walked to the right corridor, Toriel grasping Frisk's hand, before stopping in front of a familiar room.

"This is it…A room of your own! I hope you like it." She smiled, patting Frisk on the head lovingly. Frisk smiled, taking comfort from her motherly aura.

They stayed like this for a while, before the smell of burning food filled the air. Toriel blushed, embarrassed.

"Oh, is something burning? Um, make yourself at home!" She hurried off, intent on saving her pie.


Drip.

Drip

Drop.

Blood leaked slowly from a large gash in his stomach. He panted, fatigue slowly creeping up to him. He slashed at his opponent, who dodged the blow with perfect ease. Two long, sharp projectiles were sent at the child. He ducked, rolled, and was immediately flanked by two of those damned blasters. He screamed as his body was torn to shreds, his soul breaking once more. Judgement Hall faded from his view, replaced by total darkness.

"hehe….guess you just couldn't keep up huh? you should find a SOUL-ution to your problem" A dark voice echoed as he died once more. A few moments later, the Reset and Continue button popped up in front of him. He chose to continue, obviously. It's not like Frisk could choose anything else.

After all…..HE wasn't in control of his own body.

"Hee hee...…..it won't be long now, you (BLEEP!)ing comedian." Chara smiled menacingly, black liquid spilling out of his eyesockets.


"I've been watching you since you left the Ruins. I was excited at first, but…."

Alphys stood nervously before the fallen child. Chara ignored Frisk's tortured screams in his head, tuning out his pleads for Chara to stop. Chara stared blankly at the lizard scientist, secretly interested at this turn of events. This has never happened before in the previous Genocide routes. Alphys would usually be long gone by the time Chara and Frisk reached her lab.

"I saw the look on your face, the dust on your clothes." She said sadly. "It was…all wrong"

"And then, the killing…I couldn't look away….all those innocent people."

Chara allowed himself to grin. It was a nasty grin, the type that inspired nightmares on lesser men, er, monsters.

Alphys closed her eyes, looking tenser by the second. She continued speaking. "Even P-Papyrus…and….Un….Undyne….I….."

She opened her eyes and sent a hateful glare at the child that had caused her, her friends, and everyone in the Underground so much pain and loss. "YOU…."

"I'LL KILL YOU!" She screamed.

A flash of light blinded Chara momentarily. When it died down, Alphys…..looked exactly the same. She pursed her lips.

"Um…..It's an internal transformation."

As the music started playing, Chara was tempted to laugh. Unfortunately for him, he didn't even have time to read his text boxes as Alphys sent her first wave of attacks at him.

Frisk smiled to himself as Chara was made a mistake and hurt himself badly. "I think I'll call this tune, 'Alphys Takes Action".


He looked around cautiously as he walked through the grey door. He took in the greyish, blank room before him before spotting a dark shape at the end. He walked through, and whole room began to produce static, like some old television with lousy signal. The door creaked and shut behind him. Nervous, he stared at the thing in front of him. It….he…smiled. Given how Gaster's Theme started playing, Frisk deduced that he found his lair.

"Ah yes…..I've been watching you Frisk." He said slowly, his voice also producing static amidst his British accent. "Your Determination exceeds most."

"With that kind of power, with that SOUL…..I could return. I could be whole again."

'Okay, stranger danger alert. I'm Resetting this timeline. Sans will understand…." Frisk mused, his hand halfway to his buttons. Unfortunately, Gaster was quicker. He corrupted the two buttons, as well as the grey door.

"I'm afraid I can't allow you to do that." He smiled chillingly. A more upbeat version of Gaster's Theme started to play; Frisk paling as he entered battle mode.

"I've been waiting so long for this opportunity." He raised his arms, and rows of black tentacles appeared.

"I just have to kill you once, RIGHT?"

And so the battle began.


"AAAHHH!" Frisk gasped for air as he sat up straight on his bed. His heart was pounding as he tried to regain control of his senses. He breathed in and out slowly, grasping his head as if it ached. He sighed.

'More nightmares….memories….huh' He thought to himself, getting out of bed. As usual, a slice of pie had been left out for him. He tucked the pie into his inventory and went outside, clearing his head of any thoughts. The past is the past; all he could do now is make sure the future was bright. He walked into Toriel's room, intent on reading something from her journal to cheer him up.

"What was the River Person's chant when she went boating with Asgore? Row row, row your GOAT, gently down the stream~"

He chuckled, feeling his mood lighten already. He took one last look at Goat Mom's room before leaving. There was nothing that important to look at really, except for one thing. Was that guitar case always there before?

Toriel was reading her book on snail facts calmly when Frisk walked in. She gave a gentle smile at the child.

"Up already I see? Um, I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here. There are so many old book that I want to share."

'Yeah, old books that I can't even get off the shelves, except for two of them.' Frisk snarked in his head. Toriel continued to speak, unaware of Frisk's thoughts.

"I want to show you my favorite bug-hunting spot. I've also prepared a curriculum for your education. This may come as a surprise to you….but I have always wanted to be a teacher…..actually, perhaps that isn't so surprising."

Frisk giggled. This really wasn't, since Toriel was the one who taught him the most important lesson of all.

"STILL, I'm very glad to have you living here. Oh, did you want something?"

He sighed in response. He always hated this part, but it was simpler to get it over with already. He asked Toriel when could he go home.

She gave him a look of both surprise and resignation. "What? This….This IS your home now. Um….would you like to..."

'Hear about this book I am reading?' He thought, knowing how this would go.

"…..hear this song I wrote?"

"Sure….wait what?"

Frisk looked confused, then honest to goodness surprised as Toriel set her book down and whipped out a guitar from under her comfy chair. How she managed to hide it under there, he didn't know. He also didn't know what came over him as he pointed his mic in Toriel's direction. She began to strum her guitar, a piano joining her as the song began.

"Oh sweet child, it's so nice to finally meet you.

Now welcome to your home.

Safe and sound, underground they'll never reach you.

And you'll never be alone."

His eyes widened as Toriel sang. She had such an amazing singing voice. He couldn't believe he never thought about asking her to sing before. Drums joined the two instruments.

"We'll live a life, just you and I. Now settle down, have a slice of pie.

I'll stay here by your side.

I only wish to see you smile. You're such an interesting child.

Now there's no need to fight."

He smiled and calmly swayed his head to the music. For some reason, he could imagine a guy singing this song….

"Just promise me, that you'll never leave.

Oh sweet child, it's so nice to finally meet you.

Now welcome to your home.

Safe and sound, underground they'll never reach you.

And you'll never be alone."

'I'm not so sure about the 'safe and sound underground' part, since lots of monsters want to kill me outside the Ruins.'

"My only wish is just to reach you. So many snail facts I could teach you…"

Frisk chuckled a little, since he already learnt ALL of the snail facts in her book.

"Stop asking me to leave"

'Sigh. Oh mom…I promise, this will be the last time' He thought sadly.

"Don't run away, just stay inside. Don't live a life of genocide…

Can't you just stay with me?"

These lyrics were rather ironic to him since he already participated in several Genocide routes, albeit without control of his body.

"Just promise me, that you'll never leave.

Why can't you see, this life was meant to be now?

Oh sweet child, it's so nice to finally meet you.

Now welcome to your home.

Safe and sound, underground they'll never reach you.

And you'll never be alone."

"My child…..do you really hate me this much?"

"You look so much like someone I used to care for,"

"I see….hehe…HAHAHA….you'll fit right in with the rest of them!" Toriel laughed, her robe in tatters, her body slowly dissolving to dust. Chara stared blankly as his adopted mother slowly died, his knife held loosely in his hands

"But now they've gone away."

Frisk look horrified as Toriel knelt on the ground, her HP reduced to zero. He didn't want this. He was just trying to protect himself. He never…he never meant to kill her. He threw away the Toy Knife and knelt in front of the kind goat woman, the one who actually cared for him the moment he set foot into the Underground. He only wanted to prove himself to her…well…...look where that got him. "I'm so…so sorry…I….I didn't mean to-"

"A life of darkness is bound to try and tempt you…"

"It's….It's okay little one. I could tell." As her body slowly disintegrated, she gave one last warm smile at Frisk, not full of anger or despair, but full of motherly love.

"So promise you won't stray."

"Take care...M.Y..C.H.I.L.D..."

"Please promise me..."

She smiled as the song ended. Frisk wiped away his tears, hoping Toriel won't see. The song brought back many memories of her, during the previous routes. Not all of them were pleasant, to say the least.

'I promise…I won't let you die. Not anymore. I promise…..we will all go free on this last reset." These promises filled him with Determination.

He gave a wide grin, complimenting and praising her singing voice. She smiled, glad that her child enjoyed the song.

"I'm glad you loved it, little one. Maybe we can do a duet someday." Frisk nodded eagerly at the prospect. Toriel stood, setting aside her guitar. "I need to do something quick, my child. Wait right here, it will only take a moment."

She took off, leaving Frisk standing alone in the living room. He knew what was coming next, and he hated it. However, he mentally told himself that in order to make true to his promises, he'd really have to leave the Ruins. Besides…this will be the last time he does it after all.

He went after Toriel, but before he could even leave the room…..something caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

A yawn, to be precise.

Now, if you guessed that this is the part where the author reveals something important to his or her beloved readers, then give yourself a pat on the back. As I said in a previous chapter, Frisk managed to take back his body after one Genocide route too many, using his regained Determination and the help of his friends. It was an epic battle, something worth noting in the history books (not, not the anime ones) if only for the sheer awesomeness that was this event. But the question remained…..what happened to the villain?

Well….whoever said he was gone forever?

"Ahhhh…morning Frisk." He turned around to see someone that could pass for his twin. Except, the child he was looking at wore a lime and cream colored striped shirt and brown shorts. He had a lighter skin tone, and rosy cheeks that looked like someone just pasted two pink circles on his face. He carried a knife in his pocket, had a heart-shaped locket around his neck, and was carrying a mug labelled 'World's Best Dad' with 'Dad' crossed out and replaced with 'Murderer'. Frisk could smell the faint scent of chocolate coming from the mug.

Chara Dreemur, expert genocidal megalomaniac and 1st place winner of the "Worst Son in the Underground" award, smiled casually at his pacifist counterpart.

"So, what did I miss?"

SAVE


Enter Chara! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. As always, please read and review.

In the flashbacks, I dont own Alphys' scene, nor Gaster's scene. They belong to the two amazing people who created those AUs. They are Alphys' NEO and Glitchtale respectively. Go check them out!

I will start putting Omakes by next chapter...maybe?

Next time, Chara joins up with Frisk once more as they face dear old Goat Mom. Ciao!

Update: 06/13/2016. There were some errors with a couple of words. Fixed them