Chapter 61: Missing Pieces

Frisk opened her eyes only to find that Flowey was in front of her once more.

"Looks like your back in the land of the living huh?"

'It appears that way though for how long I can't say.'

Flowey attacked her more insistently.

She called upon the help of the souls once more but this time couldn't get through.

"Heeheehee, but nobody came."

Everything faded to black.

She had awoke in an alleyway in a big city. Unlike the surface in her world the buildings were intact almost lively.

In the distance she spotted a tall man with blond hair wearing a black suit and glasses drag away a girl wih short blond hair dressed in a bright colored top and shorts that barely covered her legs. He was followed by a bunch of skeleton monsters.

"What are you doing just standing there? Can't you see they're getting away."

Frisk turned and saw Dorothy.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"You're a fighter right?"

"Well yeah but..."

"Can you really be scared of someone like that?"

"W-What is going on here?"

"So you're completely lost huh?"

Frisk nodded.

"As long as Flowey sets the rules you'll continue to die."

"Don't be so sure and what do you mean 'continue' to die? Do you remember the previous timelines too?"

"Of course, all of us do. I didn't want to tell you but there is something I discovered when traveling in the underground. The reality that you live in depends on who sets the rules."

"What do you mean the one who sets the rules?"

"The one who possesses the most determination is able to create the rules of the world as they see fit. That's why you were able to survive for as long as you did."

"What?"

" As long as you are not in control of this reality you live in. Anyone could design it to kill you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ever wondered why you never die despite being hit by mortal blows. Maybe you're even wondering why the monsters down here take more than one blow to the soul to turn to dust or even why blunt weapons can even kill them."

Frisk looked at her with confusion.

"In my reality, it didn't take much to kill monsters at all. One slash with a plastic knife, and punching them enough caused them to vanish. Every object in the underground carried some kind of item inside it that revitalised me upon eating or drinking it."

"That sounds like something straight out of beat em' up video game."

"Huh?"

Frisk explained the mechanics of the beat em' up genre to her.

"What other kind of gen rays do they have?" She inquired in disgust.

"It's genres."

Frisk explained them.

"I think my reality though seems more like something straight out of an RPG. Fighting something that is stagnant just to raise my LV and EXP."

"That's exactly what I'm getting at. Whoever has control over the timeline can alter the rules of the reality manipulating the people within it but because Flowey is using our power I was able to take advantage of that to alter the reality to make it easier for you to strike him."

Frisk looked at her arms. They looked buffer than they usually did covered with blue arms bands.

She followed Dorothy who was leading the way in her light blue giddup, a blue arms band around her forehead.

Suddenly skeleton began to appear in front of them. Frisk punched them breaking them to pieces.

More appeared after that.

Before they continued forward.

The blond man appeared from above jumping from a helicopter.

"Let's see what you got."

"Looks like there's a time limit."

"Lovely."

Frisk punched him but it didn't appear to damage him in the slightest.

"What's going on? Why isn't he disappearing like the other guys?"

"It's because he's strong. The stronger the monster the more hits it takes to defeat them. Right now he had three life bars. You can tell because his life bar is blue."

"So what now?" Frisk asked.

"We wear down his lifebar and hope we defeat him before he kills us."

"What happens if he kills us?"

"Usually I can come back three times before starting all over from the top however considering that I'm dead and your soul is present in the void, dying now would result in you dying for good."

"Comforting."

"Better get a move on you only have thirty seconds left."

"How am I supposed to wear him down in thirty seconds?"

"Relax, you have magic right?"

"Yeah."

"Using magic is actually effective on monsters in this reality."

Frisk closed her eyes concentrating on summoning white bones.

A big white bone came from above landing straight into the blond man sending him flying before he faded away.

"I specifically remember summoning a ton of white bones not a big bone."

"Summoning any kind of magic in this reality seems to increase it's power."

"Apparently in this reality there is no such thing as gravity either."

The woman appeared before them.

"Thanks for rescuing me."

"Why did we do this again?"

"It's because that lady is the reward. Usually when I had a task to complete it would require defeating a big bad monster before I could make any progress," Dorothy said.

"What if the goal doesn't have a physical form?"

"It doesn't have to, in this reality that woman is always the goal. It's the only way I'm ever able to progress forward."

"If that woman is the goal does that mean she is literally a manifestation of the transition between whatever this is and reality?"

"What's manifestation and what's a transition?"

Frisk explained.

"Oh, that makes sense. I guess you really want to defeat Flowey now don't you?"

Frisk nodded.

"Then hug her. That's the only way to come back."

Frisk embraced the woman before she awoke in the middle of her battle with Flowey.

Spiky tentacles fired from his mouth knocked her in the chest.

Occasionally green bandaids rained down from Flowey's mouth which she attempted to absorb.

Once again Frisk's mind faded to black. She awoke to find she couldn't feel her hands or feet.

'What is this? Why can't I feel anything?'

'Frisk, is that you?'

'Tony?'

'Dorothy told you right?'

'About her ability to alter reality right?'

'Yes, all of us have this ability to some extent. I could also use this power. It was actually my plan for us to send you to our realities so you can defeat Flowey more easily.'

'Does your reality involve losing feeling in most of your body and only being able to talk through thoughts?'

'I've never had a physical body while I was there. Due to your own reality warping powers, I was given a physical body.'

'How is that possible? Your dreams were an exact replica of the underground. You're trying to tell me that you've never physically never seen the underground?'

'You still had control of the timeline so your perception of any reality would be that of how you see the world. When I was done here everything was text and descriptions. Even in my dreams I never used to see anything with a physical form.'

Text appeared in front of them or her. It was hard to tell whether it was something she seen, something that she heard or something that was there beyond the scope of the human senses.

"I am short with white fur, two floppy ears, two horns. I have red eyes and I wear a purple cloak over a long white gown."

'What is going on?'

'It's a riddle. To move forward you have to solve them. That's how you move forward here.'

'Oh.'

'So what's the answer?'

'Toriel.'

The writing disappeared and the questions continued to appear.

Finally the last question appeared.

"I am white, my eyes are hollow and I'm the final boss."

'What kind of question is that?'

'Er...Flowey.'

"WRONG."

The screen began to flash red.

'Sh-t. What happens if you get it wrong?'

'Usually I die unless...'

'Unless what?'

'Well unless the question has more than one answer.'

'So does that mean there's more than one final boss who is white with hollow eyes?'

'Apparently.'

Everything faded to black and she reappeared in front of Flowey.

His vines manifested into venus flytraps that spewed flies. Green words of encouragement rained down and Frisk made her way towards them eager to absorb as much as she could.

Suddenly everything faded away.

Frisk found herself lying in a bed in the middle of what appeared to be her bedroom.

She got up and looked around. So far this dreamscape seemed to be reminscent of the reality she was used to.

Only while Frisk had been glancing at her dresser, text had appeared in front of her conveying her thoughts in all their honesty.

'It's a dresser.'

She headed downstairs immediately spotting a woman sitting at the table. Only this woman had no face.

"I see you're finally up. One of your friends managed to rescue you after they found you nearly dead in the outskirts of town. You ought to be careful considering the recent crimes that have been happening lately."

'Crimes? What's that all about?'

Frisk headed out of the house.

Other buildings were outside along with other faceless people walking around.

"Excuse me," she called out to a faceless guy in front of her. "What exactly is this place?"

"This is the city of Mistery. It is a place under the control of the Stein Organization."

Frisk saw a faceless woman pass her. Intrigued she asked the woman the question that was really on her mind.

"Why does everyone I talk to have no faces?"

"Oh, it's because in this reality, the only people with faces are those significant to you."

'That was surprisingly helpful. I guess unlike the reality I live in the people you talk to here are more useful. Still none of these genres of games are famous for breaking the fourth wall like that. That's strange.'

"There is a girl north of here by the fountain who has a face just like you. Maybe the two of you are destined to meet."

Frisk walked until she reached the fountain. Terri with her orange hair tied back in a ponytail stood there with her orange bandanna, green shirt, blue shorts and brown boots.

"So you're finally here huh?" she asked before winking at Frisk. "Took you long enough. I take it Tony told you the scoop."

"More or less. I had no idea our realities were so similar."

"That's not quite true," Terri said, avoiding her eyes. She was frowning.

Frisk was confused.

"You can see their faces. Even the ones who don't belong in your story. I've always seen the world like this."

"Are you saying that it's possible that everyone was born looking at reality in a different way?"

"It's like that with me. Every person who I valued being faceless. Only you, my mother and my father ever appeared with a face and he was taken away from me before I fell underground."

"I'm sorry."

"It was hard to make friends because I couldn't recognize anyone without their faces. The doctors thought I had prosopagnosia but they saw nothing wrong with me brain and they could never explain why I could recognize my father but nobody else."

"Oh."

"It's nice showing someone what I deal with for a change."

"So how do I leave this place?"

"We figure out the bigger mystery. Most of the time it is centered around a big discovery. Usually objects found around town provide clues and faceless people often tell you where to find them.

"I see."

Words appeared in front of her.

"Terri joined the party."

That's when Frisk noticed she completely disappeared.

"Terri?"

'I'm still here,' a voice echoed through her thoughts. 'We should head north from here. I have a feeling that the bigger mystery is centered in this town.'

Frisk followed Terri's advice and headed north.

A big factory like building was up ahead guarded by several faceless adults.

"Authorized personnel only."

'Well that sucks.'

Frisk decided to head inside a house outside.

"Looks like they don't even prevent you from visiting their office even though it's right outside the building."

"I know. It provides a lot of opportunity for loophole abuse."

Inside was a small office. A picture frame caught the corner of Frisk's eye. Inside was a photograph of a woman with short blonde hair wearing a black dress reaching up to kiss a man with blond hair and a shaggy beard.

"What's this?"

'It's a picture of my mother with a guy.'

"What's it doing in here?"

'I guess some of my memories bleeded into this place.'

"What's her name?"

'Amanda.'

"I thought she looked familiar."

'Familiar?'

"After we met, I had experienced a dream with another fallen soul. In her dream she had a picture of that exact same woman."

'Impossible that would mean I have a sister?'

"She's around your age."

'All that because she didn't want to be with my father.'

"Is this where her father used to work then?"

'No, this is where my mother used to work before she left my father.'

"I found an ID. They should give us clearance now."

'Maybe if you disguised your face and dyed your hair blonde but you can't do that.'

Frisk sighed.

"So what now?"

'You do the next best thing. They have those silver hooded suits in the lockers.'

She proceeded to take one out and get dressed.

Frisk headed back out to address the guards.

"Do you have positive verification?"

She showed them the ID she had retrieved.

"For security purposes, we need you to remove your mask."

'If you show them your face we're history.'

Frisk slowly removed her mask. When she was about to reveal her face, she threw it at one of the guards' head and made a dash for it.

"SECURITY WE HAVE A BREACH. SECURITY WE HAVE A BREACH."

Frisk continued to run.

"HOLD IT. STOP RIGHT THERE."

Suddenly the woman with the short blonde hair jumped in front of them.

"Mom."

Terri reappeared beside Frisk.

"What are you doing here with that intruder?"

"Intruder? She's my friend."

"I think this person has corrupted your mind making you believe in things that aren't even there."

"You always say that. You said you loved dad and that you would never leave him. You said that all I had to do was try and that I could succeed at everything. I believed you even when it was all lies. You killed us and you don't even care."

"I never lied. I still love your father but I have my own life to live for. If you both don't leave I can't be held responsible for what happens to you."

"You'd kill your own daughter?!" Frisk snapped.

"No one would ever know."

Frisk smirked.

"Hah, I reckon you could...IF I LET YOU."

Suddenly a red magic sword materialised in her hands.

Frisk looked at it with confusion.

"What?!"

"That's your weapon. You know how objects in your reality are weapons. Objects in this reality can't be used as weapons unless they are magical weapons and they only appear in battle."

Orange flames appeared in Terri's hands where she had been wearing her pink gloves.

Frisk attacked slashing at Amanda before she backed away.

Terri ran up to the woman and punched her with her flaming gloves twice.

Amanda ran forward and drove a kick at Frisk.

Frisk found herself unable to move.

"Ugh."

Amanda ran towards Terri and punched her in the chest before moving back some distance.

"This is ridiculous. Do we have to stand there while she just hits us?"

"Usually I buy myself time with herbs."

"I see. At least this way it's not a one on one battle."

"Typically one to three people could join up with me to get into these battles. I even made parties with the monsters underground."

Frisk ran forward swinging with her sword across Amanda's chest.

"Really? Then it begs the question why didn't anyone want to party with me?"

Terri shrugged.

"I don't know."

Eventually the two wore down enough on Amanda that she vanished and everything faded to black.

Flowey fired a beam from his mouth and Frisk barely managed to dodge it.

Green gloves rained down and she absorbed them feeling more stronger before once again everything faded to black.

She awoke to find herself back in Hotland again. Looking down at herself however she found herself presently invisible.

Sam stood next to her. His leg looked mangled.

"Sam, where are we and why does your leg look like that?"

"I didn't want to show you this if I didn't have to but these are my reality warping powers."

"So far the realities I've been warped to have some semblance of games."

"Really? I had no idea there was a kind of game like this."

He frowned.

"What's the matter? Why are you frowning?"

"The worst thing about my reality is it's really a matter of trial and error whether we'll succeed."

"It's not like there's no goal though."

"No, there is still a goal it's a matter of getting to the goal without dying."

Sam lead her forward.

"Why are we in Hotland of all places?"

"All dream sequences seem to take the shape of painful memories from my past. That's also the reason why my legs looks like it does."

As the two continued to walk through the narrow paths of Hotland suddenly a line of dialogue appeared in front of them.

"To the left of you are lasers looking as though they are about to turn on at any second. What do you do?"

Two options appeared on the screen.

"Stop", "Continue".

"What color are the lasers?"

"That's just the thing? I don't know. I forgot."

"If it's all determined by cryptic choices then how did you ever escape without being driven to insanity."

"That's just it I never did escape this place. The choices do give you some room for error but choosing the wrong decision chips at your health. Sometimes I'd be able to heal depending on when I choose the blue laser. I could tell it was the blue laser because when I stopped I wouldn't die."

Memories flashed through Frisk's mind.

There was a time where she had been fighting off some rivals. Frisk had suffered stab wounds to her left arm and leg.

'Frisk, you need to distract them for me while I heal you.'

'What? Why? You're so good at magic you could probably do it with your eye closed and it never stopped you from attacking before.'

'Trust me. Just listen to me okay and watch my back.'

He stood stark still while Frisk made short determined work of the rivals.

In any other situation Sam had been mobile, only when using any healing magic was he still.

What color of laser could have possibly killed him if he had remained still and why would he remain still in the first place?

Frisk looked at his leg.

"Continue."

Frisk and Sam continued forward as an orange laser slipped passed them.

"How did you know?"

"Your leg," Frisk said. "It would be hard to move wouldn't it especially if it bothered you. Besides that you were nearly dead at the time. I figured you wouldn't dare stop unless you had no other choice. You assumed if the game gave you choices it wouldn't give you illogical ones and you figured since you couldn't continue further that the option had to be the blue laser."

"How do you know that this laser killed me?"

"I didn't. I guessed. Over time when you do the same things you tend to remember what you've done after a period of time. It's not just that either. You mentioned that this is a dreamscape based off of nightmares. If you had survived than this wouldn't really be a nightmare would it?"

Text appeared on the screen.

"You see a swirling blackness in the distance. Do you stay or continue?"

"I guess that's your cue to go. See ya around, Frisk."

Frisk faded back to the battle.

Missiles flew from above occasionally alongside some green eggs.

She managed to skirt through them absorbing as much as she could before once more everything faded to black.

Frisk awoke taking in the surroundings around her. There looked to be wood buildings in the middle of a sandy desert that came straight out of an old western movie.

She tried to turn to take in the sights but found her view was limited to that of the buildings due to the fact she was completely paralysed.

Words appeared in front of her.

'Insert coin.'

She had no money and even if she did, there was no way of knowing how it would work in this reality.

Suddenly the words changed.

"Credit:2."

"Frisk?"

Frisk turned.

'Strange, I could move again.'

She saw Zack behind her wearing a cowboy hat, brown cowboy boots, a brown vest and a blue bandanna around his neck. A gun holster was around his waist.

"What are you doing dressed up in that weird giddup?"

"How could you call this weird when you're dressed the same way."

Frisk looked down at what she was wearing.

She was in a similar cowboy giddup. The only difference was the red bandanna hanging around her neck.

"Let me guess this is how you see your reality as a arcade shoot 'em up."

"Not quite. It's actually an arcade 2d side-scrolling platformer."

It was as she was trying to comprehend this that she realized that she couldn't move forward from where she was staring at the town.

Monsters wearing cowboy hats began coming from the right firing guns at them.

It was considerably supernatural looking at the bullets coming at her in slower speeds than in reality.

Frisk turned and barely squatted in time to dodge them.

Zack took out the gun from his holster and fired what appeared to be yellow glowing bullets coming out of his gun.

"What the-how did you do that?" she asked.

"You can do it too. You have magic right?"

Frisk took out the gun from her holster and fired the gun.

Pink bullets shot out at lightning speed providing little reaction time for the enemies.

Suddenly a big tank came bustling in running over the monsters and heading straight for them.

Both Zack and Frisk managed to hop on top of the tank.

"That machine just tried to run over us."

"We're not out of the woods yet," Zack said.

Suddenly the tank fired rockets out the back.

"Frisk, look out!"

She looked up.

Rockets began raining down all at once at varying speeds.

"What?! What's going on?"

Zack shot the monster that appeared behind her before she jumped out of the way of the missile.

He vanished as the rocket hit him.

"ZACK!"

The tank burst into flames as the rockets hit it one by one.

Eventually everything faded to black and she appeared outside Flowey.

Flowery fingers shot out of Flowey's vines.

Green clovers rained from Flowey's mouth.

This time she didn't manage to absorb a single one before everything faded to black.

The next time she awoke, Frisk looked up and saw the night sky. Trees were surrounding her and it was a full moon.

"Frisk!"

The voice was coming from her right.

She turned and saw Stephanie.

"Let me guess this is another reality I was transported to."

"I guess you already know about the plan then."

"I do."

"I didn't really want to take you here."

"Let me guess this is another reality where the odds are against me in some way."

"Yeah, my reality plays out like a horror movie."

A wooden house shrouded in darkness was up ahead.

"You know we could just not enter the house y'know."

"That's not how you progress here. You could avoid the house but it won't stop this. You gotta solve a mystery."

"Somehow this is giving me a very distinct sense of deja vu like I've done this before."

"I guess someone else transported you in a reality that made you solve mysteries in order to progress."

"Yes, more or less."

'Ironic that despite never seeing each other your realities are kind of similar.'

Frisk headed inside followed by Stephanie.

Inside the building it was dark. It was clear though that the walls were stained with some kind of dark liquid substance.

They continued to look around.

Frisk came across a drawer and opened it finding a scrap of paper inside.

"About time."

She read the scrap of paper.

"There is an old story about the woods outside this house of the natives that lurk outside beyond the human stare. They say a human used to live in this house before it was slaughtered and given up as a sacrifice for their gods. With his last words, this human was said to curse this house and all who enter it. Everyone who manages to leave will never make it out alive."

"Um, Frisk. We might want to think about getting out of here."

"I thought we were supposed to solve the mystery."

"Nevermind that, something's in this shadows. I don't need you becoming dead meat because you're not genre savvy."

Frisk looked past her and saw something with blue and red markings coming for them. It became to growl.

"RUN!"

The two ran until they lost sight of him.

Somehow they managed to find themselves in a dark room.

Frisk tried the doors.

"Sh-t, we're locked in."

"Great!"

Frisk stepped back before hearing a loud sloosh.

Something slimy brushed against her leg.

She whirled around just as Stephanie turned on the lights.

On the floor was a corpse with it's organs strewn across the floor like it had been torn completely apart.

Frisk covered her mouth.

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

She turned away and vomited in a corner.

From her corner she caught sight of a note at the corner of her eye.

"In order to get rid of the curse that haunts this place you need to pray for it to go away."

Suddenly the two heard a loud bang.

Stephanie jumped.

A black fist broke through the boards on the ceiling.

She screamed.

The fist banged against the boards until the ceiling caved in and the creature appeared in front of them.

Frisk looked around.

There was no telling if the doors were still locked. Making any sudden moves might be a bad idea.

'Still with that strength...'

Frisk ran towards the door and tried to open it. It was still locked.

The creature snarled and ran towards her.

"FRISK!" Stephanie called out.

Frisk turned and saw the creature had managed to get close enough to her and was about to reach for her.

She closed her eyes and began to pray.

The creature was repelled by a pink light that radiated off of Frisk. It growled this time drawing back it's fist preparing to punch her.

Frisk quickly side stepped it as it punched a hole through the door. She quickly ran across the room as the creature turned.

"Stephanie, get the door."

The creature had punched a hole near the doorknob. It was large enough that she could just reach through and unlock it from the other side.

Quickly Stephanie ran to the door to do just that.

The creature continued to try to punch Frisk. She continued to dodge but she found herself getting slower.

It was during this time in which the creature had managed to take her off guard. With one of it's fists lodged in the door, the creature used their knee to block her exit before preparing to punch her head clean off.

Frisk closed her eyes and prayed.

"Please if you're there. I'm sorry that you died here but dwelling here won't help you find peace."

Suddenly the creature backed off.

Frisk saw the spirit of the human leave the battered corpse.

It was long enough that Frisk ran towards Stephanie who had already managed to open the door.

"Let's get out of here."

Both Frisk and Stephanie ran eventually managing to exit the house.

"Phew. That was a close one. Still where's the exit?"

Stephanie was silent and pensive.

"There is no exit unless somebody dies. Which would be possible if we were both alive but now improbable since you are the only person alive."

"You assume since the ending always ends with you dying that it can only end that way. That's a h-ll of a way to go."

"How else do you expect it to end?"

"That's just it when this game gives you choices, you always assume that there is never a third option that's why you always lose."

"So what's the third option?"

"Well if the only way for this game to end is for someone to die then just create an ending where no one dies. This reality is built around supernatural occurances that were designed to kill the people that reside in it. Who's to say that other supernatural occurances can't occur that others create."

Frisk closed their eyes and pictured the exit and a black hole appeared in front of her.

She stepped forward.

"Wait, what if it's a trap. What if it kills you?"

"It won't because I created that hole."

She stepped through the hole before she was once more standing before Flowey.

"Hey, you need to hang in there. We can't afford for you to continue slipping out of consciousness," Chara said.

'It's because I've been slipping out of consciousness that I've been able to contact the other fallen souls and chip away at his defenses.'

Frisk bounced forward slashing at his vines.

Flowey chuckled maniacally.

"You think you can kill me. Heeheehee, you really are an idiot."

She continued to hack away at Flowey confident that even if it was taking a while she'd defeat him.

"Now we just have to hope that with the help of the fallen souls he has absorbed that his defenses have lowered," Chara said.

Frisk continued to attack.

Occasionally green bandaids, green eggs, green musical notes, green words, green clovers and green gloves would come down and heal her.

This continued until smoke came from the screen.

"No...No! This can't be."

Suddenly the smoke was gone and Flowey's face grinned sheepishly on the screen.

"You, you idiot. Heeheehee."

The screen flashed white as a smiley face with demented green eyes with red pupils sbean laughing at her with a wide teeth.

Flowey's pink jaws opened firing a beam at Frisk causing a sharp pain to hit her gut.

Before she reappeared again with no injuries. He fired again.

No longer able to tell time, Frisk continued to revert to a time where she didn't have the injury only for Flowey to kill her again.

She could no longer tell when the pain began from when it ended until it stopped.

A barrage of bullets surrounded Frisk.

" you really think you could defeat me!?"

Flowey's face reappeared on the screen.

"I am the GOD of this world and you. You're hopeless. Hopeless and alone. Golly, that's right."

Flowey's face briefly transformed to Toriel's before the eyes begn to bulge making the face look ghastly.

"Your worthless friends can't save you now."

He grinned smugly.

"Call for help. I dare you. Cry into the darkness. Mommy, daddy, somebody help. See what good it does you."

"Help, someone," Frisk said, but she knew she was alone.

Flowey frowned for a moment before he smiled.

"But nobody came."

He winked.

Boy what a shame"

His face transformed back to Toriel's.

"Nobody else is gonna get to see you DIE."

He laughed making a horrible screeching sound.

Suddenly the bullets surrounding her disappeared.

Flowey's mouth dropped.

"What? How'd you? Well I'll just-"

Nothing happened.

Frisk saw the sweat on Flowey's face on the screen.

"W-Where are my powers?"

Suddenly the six souls popped out of Flowey.

"The souls what are they doing?"

The souls suddenly ganged up on the monster.

"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO OBEY ME!"

There was a flash of light as Frisk heard an explosion.

Flowey was left alive with frayed petals and Frisk found herself torn.

This monster had killed Sans' brother and the king.

If she spared him he might kill the other monsters too but if she killed him, he might still be alive after that.

Still the prospect of dishing punishment to the flower gave her glee at knowing he'd be suffering as well.

She cut at his vines.

He glanced up at her with demented eyes and a wide toothy grin.

"Hah, I knew you had it in you," he said.

The way his head seemed to move without his jaw made it even more creepy.

Flowey's face slowly faded away until all semblance of his face was gone only leaving a slightly frayed faceless flower in her midst.

She put all her excess items in the box before heading to the end of the barrier willing to end the nightmare once and for all.

Maybe with her soul the monsters could finally go free.

Stepping through the barrier, she was hit with unbearable pain feeling her body burn until it was no more.

In the void however time was not circumstantial. Whether someone lived or died was irrelevant.

Death in the void never mattered because it was easy to forget about feeling the longer someone stayed there.

With time, everyone that resided in timelines ceased to matter to those who lived in the void because they were just possibilities.

Still to Wing Ding Aster every possibility mattered.

In the blackness of the void, there was an area that contained hundreds of television screens. Some had yellow glows surrounding their frame, others were blue, and several were red.

All the screens exhibited different timelines some of which that flower had experienced. Then there was the more recent ones that the current anomaly did experience and the ones that they could have experienced.

Having seen the possibilities played out before his eyes, the probability of getting and maintaining a good end was less than one percent.

"Dr Gaster."

One of his old associates appeared behind him. Everyone called him that here because he looked like a ghast, a cursed ghost of what he once was.

He'd be shocked if his sons even recognized him now. His eyesockets and lower body had melted and his hands were glitching.

"What is it, Stanley?"

"You told me to report to you if I've seen anything strange. There is a crack within the void."

"What?!"

"Looks like your efforts paid off, doctor."