"Are you sure you want to do it this way? I mean, the deluxe cask-"
"Yes, we're positive." Mettaton glared at the a- person. "We want Frisk cremated so we can do it our way. Th-she has talked about how she'd like it that way."
"Alright…"
"Now, let's see how Toriel's doing." Mettaton called her up.
"Hmm- Oh!" Toriel noticed her phone ringing. "Hello? Oh Mettaton! Yes I've gotten the ingredients. Yes, I'll be there soon."
Sans and Papyrus were in charge of getting the flowers. Only Papyrus went as Sans told him the colors of flowers to get. "you need to get light blue."
"ALRIGHT."
"and pink."
"OKAY."
"no yellow."
"THAT WILL BE HARD."
"and light purple."
"THEY DON'T SEEM TO HAVE THAT SANS."
"do they at least have red flowers? like, not roses but-"
"YES THEY DO."
"get 3 bouquets of that."
"This was their favorite sweater." Undyne picked out. Napstablook picked up the mixtape he gave Frisk and put it in a box. "I remember when I gave them this. This armor was a bit roomy. I told her she'd grow into it." Undyne brought the articles to her face. "I-I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. You were my best friend…"
"Sorry bud." The creamation operator said to the casket. "I can't believe someone would shoot a child. I mean, monsters I get, Adults I get. You're the first child we've got in a while. Hope to see you happy on the other side." He pulled the lever, but the inside, the casket let out a few thumps as if someone was desperate to escape.
Knowing that your family is going to creamate you with your favorite things with you, makes your magic burn a fiery red.