Well, here we are. Part 2. Took a while, but, I'm sure it'll be worth it. I was hoping by this milestone, we would have a nice community, but that's fine, as long as I have the people who read this right now. So thanks for being with me throughout the past year. As always, enjoy, fave, follow, and have a good day.
Part II. Reconciliation
Chapter 9. His prope et dilecti nobis
At least 12 hours have passed since the crash. Water was nowhere to be seen, besides the small waterfall that fell into a pond near the crash site. Papyrus went on a look out to check for more islands with less canyons. He tried climbing the canyon walls, but to no prevail. He tried walking either side of the stretching land in which they were in, but they came to dead ends.
It made no sense, usually, canyons led to an ocean. But, the walls were steep like a canyon. The top was rigid like one too. Maybe it was some sort of sharp ravine. No, it wasn't. Maybe
The tail of the plane was the only thing still hanging from the vines on the walls across from Asgore and co.'s inlet shelter.
Asgore and Toriel sat inside the inlet. Asgore had a hold on Toriel's hand as he wrapped willow leaves and broad grass blades around a thick, firm twig-like vine on Toriel's wrist. She winced only slightly, and stared at her wrist after Asgore was done with the procedure. A stern and amazed look filled her face. Asgore stood up and started to walk out of the inlet. Toriel hesitated.
"A-Asgore?"
He stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around. "Yes?"
She didn't say anything after a few seconds, but then whispered it slowly, "Thank you."
Asgore continued to walk out and finally reached the open world. He looked around.
Papyrus sat in front of both Undyne and Alphys sitting very closely together. Alphys leaned her head on Undyne's shoulder. Sans was trying to take a nap to forget everything that just happened. Either that, or he just wants to see if sleeping will make him die in his sleep.
Asgore picked up his excavated luggage and walked towards the cascade. He looked down into the pool of water and walked in with nothing but torn shorts. Absolutely nothing else.
He walked through the water to the intersection point of where the water and the bottom of the cascade met. Asgore then slowly sat under it, letting the water cover him completely. He let himself sink down a bit, the water rising up near his nose.
Asgore closed his eyes and thought to himself again.
'What now? I don't know. The current events can't possibly make things better between anybody. No, there has to be someway. Ugh. I can't think of anythi-'
He started snorting and coughing erratically. His thinking caused him to sink lower and inhale some of the water. Once he stopped he stood up and stretched towards the sky then slouched down. Asgore walked out and grabbed an A-shirt out of his luggage bag and put it on.
Once he walked out of the pool of water, he looked around for clearance again and saw a deep cave that bore into the canyon wall to his left. Under the hanging plane tail. It was also near where Undyne, Alphys, and Papyrus were.
He slowly ambulated towards the cave. Once he reached the entrance, he stopped. Asgore looked deeper into it and saw a faint light. Fire.
He ran as fast as he could into the cave, which was soon revealed to actually be a cavern. The markings on the walls that he passed by could be seen as some language, maybe French. Yes, it was French, but why off the coast of New Zealand? Why are remnants of the French language here?
Asgore shook it off and kept running around, hoping not to get lost. Silhouettes of buildings, small houses, and lookouts became clearer. These caused Asgore to remember some things that happened in the past, but they were still a blurry picture.
He stopped at a pyre consumed with flames, the crackle of the flames filling the cavern. He stopped and looked at the stalactites on the roof. Asgore stopped trying to remember the memories he saw. But the voice he heard next brought them back.
"Asgore?"
The silhouette of an averagely short man asked that simple word. His French accent was unmistakable.
"Is that you?"
Asgore looked to the right of the pyre. The man had some kind of kimono with a large vine woven hat strapped onto his back. His hands were behind his back, politely.
Asgore spoke with a slight quiver in his voice, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
A small crowd of people – about 9 others – came to gather around the man. The murmured and mumbled something unintelligible. Somewhere along the lines of "Look it's him" or "Asgore's here? Why?"
The man continued, "It is me. Traitre. Do you not remember me?"
Asgore stood still and tilted his head a little to the side. He walked up to Traitre. His face became clear now.
His head had a defined shape, perfect almost. His hair was curly and ruffled at the top. The subtle stubble of a beard covered his chin and jawline. Yet, the perfect facial features were deteriorated by old age. Asgore finally remembered who he was.
It was the 10th of August and the large wooden sailboat ringed its bell twice. Asgore looked out into the sunset. Traitre and a woman whom was beside him walked up to Asgore.
"Asgore, 'tis time for us to go," said the woman.
"Yes it is," emphasized Traitre.
Asgore looked to both of them and remembered the time when Traitre first came.
The look on his face when he greeted him. Welcoming him to the new world. The face of a noble spirit followed him into the mountain.
"Oh, well, I should wish you luck. Oh one last question, how do you pronounce your name again?"
Traitre handed Asgore a piece of paper with the pronunciation on it
"We have been over this Asgore."
"I know, I'm only japing around."
"Well, keep it in mind just in case."
The three were silent as Asgore looked down at the paper
It had the phrase "TrĪ-Treh" written on it. Asgore looked back up and waved at them once last time as Traitre and – presumably – his wife entered the ship. That was the last Asgore has seen of him since.
Asgore started welling up with tears as he moved closer to Traitre to pull him into an embrace. Once Traitre let go Asgore did as well. Asgore stuttered in astonishment.
"Th-this is where you went? To live a life of-o-of peace and primitive ways?"
Traitre didn't answer until Asgore asked the third and final question.
"Where...where is...your...your..."
Traitre motioned Asgore to walk with him towards the edge of the cavern that led up to the outside. Once they had a steady pace, Traitre answered the questions grimly.
"Yes, I traveled here to this archipelago in search of a simple, yet challenging new slate of life. I thought it would be a nice and beautiful place to be. It was mesmerizing, yet hard.
"My wife took in all the hardships of this new way of survival and living. She couldn't handle it. I asked if she was ok, but the last few days she was here, she never spoke. Sarlia couldn't take it. At last she climbed to the top of the canyon. I asked where she was going, yet she didn't tell me."
Asgore, Traitre, and the rest of the people who followed them reached some sort of makeshift grave site near the entrance of the cavern.
"I just waited inside the cavern and suddenly heard a loud crack and thud. I told my son to stay inside as I walked out…"
Asgore stood in silence.
Traitre started tearing up silently.
"She was there on the floor. Her shoulders twisted and almost plied open. Her neck had a red liquid band around it. Her nose leaking as well. I ran to her and held her in my arms one last time. I only kissed her forehead goodbye before I buried her right here.
"I told you she couldn't handle it."
Asgore replied quietly.
"I'm so sorry. It must have been horrible. I can't even imagine that happening to-"
Traitre interrupted, "I know. I know..."
Asgore then broke the silence again with another follow up question. They took a tour around the underground city as he asked it.
"You only had one son. How are all these people here?"
Traitre answered casually. "He went up past the distant mountain where the canyon starts. There is a way towards civilization that way, and he brought back about 5 people."
Asgore interrupted. "So there's a way out of here?"
"No there isn't, not quite. My son almost lost his life bringing back more people to civilize this area. I suggest waiting for someone to come rescue you before risking your life climbing a stupid fucking mountain."
"Oh. Well. How did you know we needed to be rescued?"
"The plane is loud."
"Right."
"Well, glad to have you back, Asgore."
Once the tour was over, they headed towards the cavern entrance again again. Asgore sighed in content and mentioned how it was amazing to see Traitre again after so many years.
He decided it would be best to show everyone his long lost friend. Once they went outside, a large creaking noise almost deafened Asgore, making him stop in his tracks, but Traitre shoved him forward. The hanging tail of the plane snapped the vines from which it was hanging on and plummeted towards the people of the underground civilization.
Traitre motioned Asgore to stop moving towards him one last time and barely finished saying his last words.
"Thank y-"
The tail crashed on the civilization with a loud scraping, crunching noise. Quick and painless.
Everyone who was left, but Asgore, looked in terror. Asgore dropped down to his knees and put his hands on the grassy ground.
Asgore screamed "No" over and over again. He slammed the ground with a force so hard it created depressions in the dirt fairly easily. Asgore soon felt nauseous, but continued to slam the ground. Then he just let go and let the nausea overpower him.
Toriel, Sans, and Frisk ran towards him and pulled him back towards the cascade and the pool of water by their makeshift inlet.
The last thing he sees is blood dripping from the rim of the tail on the ground until his head gets splashed by a dunk of water. He became alert and awake again.
He then starts sobbing uncontrollably into Frisk and Toriel's arms. Frisk felt sympathy, but Toriel just looked down with a blank expression and looked at the tail of the plane with suspicion.
It looked like the vines that held the tail were cut, instead of snapped.
Well, hopefully that new character that I thought of touched some hearts before his grand finale. Also, for the chapter translation, go to some place called yandex and figure it out for latin to English.
Also, just use google to translate Traitre's name.