Hey, so uh I'm back. I've kinda wondered something ever since chapter seven was published, and I actually started to get worried. So, basically, 24 hours after every chapter is published, I always check the traffic stats to see how many people have seen my new chapters so far. For chapters one through six, they were all well above 40 views, so I was kinda ok with that. (And like, my views dropped from 1,000 to 500 in like chapters 1 through 2, but that's not the point here). Last week, I checked the stats for chapter 7, but I was pretty surprised to see that only 9 views were there. The thing I'm worried about is the fact that people may be giving up on this story since I don't publish chapters often, but I'm trying my best to publish almost every weekend. So, if you guys can try and help get the views up by like reviewing constructive stuff or showing this to some fellow fandom cancer, that'd be neat. It would really remind me that I'm doing this for you not just for myself. Thanks
8. Impact
Asgore felt rumbling from underneath his feet. He ignored it and went towards the seating room to sit down and enjoy the view. Everyone on board would soon arrive at their destination in the next 3 or so hours.
Once he reached the seat he preferred to rest in, he noticed the scent of burning iron and embers. He looked out the window and saw the horrifying image of the engines burning and slowly ceasing to spin.
Asgore stood up quickly and ran towards everyone in the room behind him. He almost tripped on his cracked horn.
"Guys, everyone we're going to c-!"
A deafening sound, almost crash like, filled the entire room and all the passengers inside fell to the floor. The entire plane vibrated and shook violently as it descended from the clouds in a slow angle. Everyone inside slightly became lighter and experienced less gravity than usual.
Screams resonated of the plane walls. Everyone who didn't scream just felt ringing in their ears. Frisk started tearing up and shaking with fear.
Now everyone levitated off the floor from which they lay on. Most people were unconscious by now, and Sans smiled the biggest smile he's smiled since a while ago. He closed his eyes and a tear rolled down his cheekbone as he soon passed out from the descending of the plane.
Asgore kept moving around in the free fall looking for a grip to hold on to. He turned his head to the right and saw that Papyrus, Alphys, Sans, and Undyne were already unconscious as well. His eyes became glassy as they welled up with tears and he screamed inaudibly and indistinctly.
He slammed something to the left and grabbed hold of it, holding for his life.
Toriel was pressed against a wall by a bookshelf that confined her wrist, almost twisting it two-hundred seventy degrees left. She just calmed down and closed her eyes tightly, bracing for any impact that might endanger her in any way possible.
The plane dove down nose and left wing first into a fertile, luscious, green canyon with vines stretching across each bank left and right. The vines, like trunks of a tree, hit the plane with a force so strong it almost smashed it in several pieces. Everyone inside jerked forward towards the impact site with a loud deafening crunch as the plane slid across the canyon roof.
Once it reached the edge of the bank, it plummeted towards the bottom, with only vines resisting the impact to the ground. The plane hung by its tail swinging back, slamming into the canyon wall several times as it then hung and swung slowly.
Fires covered the entire front half of the plane, yet the fires only crawled up to the dinging are extremely slowly.
Asgore awoke with the tip of his left horn completely blown off, with his other being lacerated terribly. Once his eyes adjusted to the heat and sight of the fires beneath him, he could see everything clearly. His head and left arm hung from the side of the wall which he laid down in.
Surprisingly, not much was cut or lacerated, only scrapes and bruises were present on his back, chest, neck, and legs. The only sprained part was his ankle.
Toriel's wrist however, was twisted badly, yet it could still be amended. Her black eye made it hard to see once she regained consciousness. She tried to crawl towards Frisk from the bookshelf that blocked the entryway to the seating room. Once she did she woke them up from their temporary slumber and they spoke one word in a raspy voice.
"Mom"
She replied slowly wincing at each syllable, "It's… ok… it'll… be… fine..."
Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys both were amazingly almost unscathed by some cushions that conveniently broke their impact. The only major injuries they sustained were cuts and bruises. Sans was barely breathing.
Asgore looked over to Toriel and tried to roll over to them. Once he stopped at the bookshelf, he placed a hand on Frisk's cut arm.
"We need to get out of here, and fast," he said to Toriel.
She just nodded with a stern look on her face.
As soon as they tried to move the bookshelf they were on creaked and shattered under them.
Alphys, Undyne, Sans, and Papyrus rolled towards them and fell towards the flames as well.
They fell right threw and landed on the pilot front windows, with two burning corpses next to them.
Asgore gasped and exhaled for a sharp breath of air and groaned from the impact. The glass beneath them cracked and shattered as well. Once they fell to the grassy, green ground, Asgore stood as fast as possible and carried all six of them towards a small cave, with was basically just a depression in the canyon wall, almost like half of a hemisphere cut through it.
Once he did he looked in terror as the plane collapsed and exploded with great flames and metal debris everywhere. Everyone inside was now gone, non-existent.
Dead.
He fell on the floor and rested once more as the willow leaves in the edge of the roof of the inlet draped over the entrance to it.
The crackle of flames put Asgore to sleep quickly, and safely.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, and as always, I'll be trying to publish chapters every weekend or two. See ya.