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7. Inevitability

Sans woke up and became alert. He wasn't so surprised to see that everyone has already boarded the plane, especially in the time span of around 24 minutes. He looked around and jumped at the sight of Undyne sitting next to him, looking at him quite suspiciously.

He just smiled sarcastically and sighed contently, then stared out the window for about the next 3 hours.

After the sun set, the pilot made another announcement on the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking; If most of you would like to go to your minor dormitories, that would be fine, but you may stay in the atrium a while longer if you wish"

The pilot said this very sarcastically. Almost too cliché and too nonchalant. Once the intercom clicked off, Frisk took a look around. They saw several amusing events occurring.

The rest of the actual humans went back all the way to the near tail, where their dormitories were. Frisk and Co.'s were one room closer.

Sans fell asleep with his arm, propped on the window. Undyne looked like she was about to crack at any moment. Alphys was smiling out the window. She kept looking down to her cellphone, just for a few moments. Toriel was about to stand up to follow the offered protocol.

Asgore? He was slouched back on his seat, snoring, not so loudly, but not so loudly. Alphys and Frisk both giggled at each other.

Frisk stood up and walked into the wide aisle a bit to little Toriel walk out. Toriel looked down at Asgore as she walked by and smiled, but it didn't seem like a smile of amusement, more of a smile of pity or sympathy.

Asgore immediately came to once he heard the sounds of the curtains to the next room sliding. He looked around and mumbled something incomprehensible while he smacked his lips just a bit. Alphys looked toward Undyne and snorted.

"Hey," Alphys started, "a-are you okay?"

Asgore whipped around at a slow pace and looked perplexed, then corrected whatever he said in his mind. "Oh, yes, yes I am, uh, yeah, huh."

"T-they told us we could go relax in places other than th-the place we're in right now," she continued. "You wanna come?"

Alphys said this in a quick pace like always, but Asgore understood perfectly somehow.

"Why, yes, I would like to go." Asgore started recollecting thoughts in his head. "Is Sans there?"

"Uh," she looked behind Undyne to see Sans asleep as always, "Y-yeah, he is."

"Ok, I just wanted to check," he replied. 'At least I don't have to deal with his shit'

Everyone stood around the table in the dining room, besides Frisk; There was a dinner party at 12 in the morning occurring at the moment, so of course, Frisk couldn't stay for cake. In fact, many of the humans around said table were laughing and making "sophisticated" jokes about stock markets and ass-fuckery. No wonder.

Asgore – with his astonishing, gleaming, and perfectly tailored tuxedo – walked over to everyone with a glass of red wine. Toriel was the only one who didn't look astonished at his clothing.

Five minutes after the conversations diminished, everyone took their seats around the table in the dining lobby at the sound of a glass filled with champagne clinking. As everyone took their seats, they murmured about the quality of their trip so far, whether it be amazing, or "neat." They all stopped as the most sophisticated man started to recite a speech. Bits of it could be heard from some who weren't really paying attention.

"I would like to congratulate everyone in preparing ahead of time to travel with us economically thriving people towards The Kermadec Islands and everyth..."

"...as well as allowing each and every one of you..."

"...families and friends…"

"...see the fertile plants growing all over the canyon..."

"...at the best..."

"...congrats...thank you."

Asgore started to become even more and more drowsy with every word the man spoke. Well, that's what he would expect from immediately ingesting large amounts of alcoholic beverages after being sober for so long.

After the man's speech, the rest of the group applauded, and feasted for about 3 hours. The food would make Asgore's drowsiness even worse, so he decided to just take a break from everything and instead spend some time in the seating areas.

"Damn"

Undyne leaned back in her seat around the table slightly.

"That was some pretty good steak"

Sans skeptically looked over to Undyne. No, wait, never mind, it was steak, NOT fish.

Dumbass.

Asgore sat silently on the divan in Frisk and Co.'s room that faced out towards the plane window with a dim light barely illuminating the room. Frisk was now up and about in the seating room, so Asgore was now alone. He thought to himself, with self-doubt.

How did it come to this? He thought, I mean, it's nice and all. But, how was I eligible to go on this trip with them after all I've done, how EXAC-

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of knocking at the sliding door. Asgore just kept staring out the window and spoke in a lower voice than usual, "Come in..."

Toriel slid the door open and lit it close itself slowly she held both of her hands together and slowly walked to Asgore. She hesitated to speak. Asgore flinched when she did.

"May I?" she asked, as she motioned to the place next to Asgore. He nodded slowly as his eyes kept flickering to the window and back to the location that she mentioned over and over. She then carefully took place of the empty stop next to him and silently sighed as they both gazed out the glass. Asgore's untied tie steadily flowed with the air from the AC in the corner of the ceiling.

He said without looking to his right, "Toriel, you don't have to be here if you don't want to" She also kept staring out the window. "I made the choice to come here and stay, so I will. It's too late now."

They both sat in silence for the next minute afterwards.

Asgore could see the ocean reflecting the moonlight. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen to this day, other than something, or rather, someone, else.

He finally looked to his right side to see Toriel looking out into the endless sea. She turned around as well once she noticed him. They both looked into each others eyes with straight faces; almost no emotion. Asgore then had a look sorrow on his face as he stood up and headed for the door. He only said one sentence before he left.

"Even the moonlight is not enough to enhance your beauty..."

The next morning, Asgore woke with a migraine. Must've been the wine.

Once he put on some shorts and a sweater he walked out to the dining table, where everyone stood around and some of his friends ate breakfast. Undyne looked around and laughed.

"Ha, well looks like you finally woke up!"

"Huh? Oh yeah… right..."

Alphys had a hard thoughtful look on her face as she examined Asgore.

"A-Asgore, are you in a-any pain right now?"

"Oh… yes I am. Ah… my head" He winced roughly.

Alphys walked quickly in her "MMKC" shirt and pants to the counter in their room. She opened a mirror by sliding it to the right to find a small translucent white container labeled "Here's some more stuff for headaches, if you guys even get them -Winston"

She had no recollection of a man with that name, but she hypothesized it to be the man who gave the speech last night. She shook it off and swiftly walked back in front of Asgore.

"Here, m-m-maybe this will help," she said, as she placed the container into his hand.

"Oh… thank you." He turned it around at different angles and finally opened it very easily once he got a nice push of the lid. Asgore popped around three into his mouth and swallowed.

Papyrus stood next to Sans in his "cool dude" shirt. Sans only wore the same blue, continuous, asinine, old sweater. Papyrus kept mentioning how the ambient noises were very relaxing. Sans just kept drinking ketchup.

As soon as everyone started to have a good time, the intercom squealed and a voice spoke.

"Would everyone please go to you assigned dormitories, as we are experiencing difficulties with the flight pattern."

Murmurs of sedition and consent came afterwards, but Toriel carried Frisk to the dormitory and everyone else followed.

Sans did not follow anybody, instead he went to the seating room to check the windows. As he entered the room the smell of burning ash and resin filled the entire room. Sans almost wanted to throw up. No sign of damage was in the room at the time, so he went on the check the windows.

It's just as he thought.

Each turbine engine was smoking.

There was fire.

Iron.

Feathers.

Ash.

Smoke…

Ugh, finally got to the part I was waiting to write since the beginning ayy lmao. HaHA.