Holy cookies! This one was a long one. I must say this book is so much fun to write! I haven't had this much fun writing in months. Thank you those who are reading this, I really am thankful.
Disclaimer:
I do not claim to own the original game nor its many AUs; as such Flowerfell and Echotale, but this plot and possible original characters/AU belong to me. Any famous songs, TV show/movies/books and manga names, and brands that are mentioned in this work belong to their rightful owners. This is purely for fun and my inner fangirl.
© Willa Field
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6:
Wanted
Sans, Asriel, and Frisk
(Third POV)
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It has been three years of pain for Sans, going back to that feeling he had when Frisk disappeared the first time. The loneliness almost swallowed him as he spent countless days searching for his sweetheart, wearying down his soul with every day that passed.
However, as the cottage came into his line of sight, his tired soul slowly glued back together and the skeleton's grin grew with every boot fall, his soul dancing in a giddy twirl.
But the feeling disappeared as he skidded in front of the king, not liking the look in the big goat monster's blues. Something was wrong, his mind screamed as he felt his soul stopped its movements. Stay blank, he ordered his face, don't look let the fear show. But it was useless, his usual cool behavior broke under the panicked thoughts rushing through his skull.
That look made his stomach flip with dread and nerves as a slight growl fell from his teeth, crossing his arms over his turtleneck, trying to keep the fear under control:
"I know that look, what's wrong?"
The goats looked at each other, worrying about their next words and their effect on their friend, and they needed to think about how they were going to explain the pain she was going through. Then ordering him to not go after the ones that caused it.
His two least favorite things and they hated to be the ones to tell him, but they knew they needed to tell before he saw the damage. So, with a big breath, Asgore placed a soothing paw on his shoulder as he walked the males to the new bedroom they created for Frisk and stopped in front of the door:
"Son, you need to hear something before you go in there and I believe you won't like it. No one did, but…"
As the monster king continued the horrible task, his son's head hung low, G's soul broke into pieces once more. Tears of anger and pain danced their way down his cheek, but he didn't even try to hide them. He was too far into the burning anger to care that his friend was witnessing him on the verge of a breakdown.
Again, the humans only fumed his hatred towards them, chipping away at the kindness Frisk showed and taught him. The news almost drove him to hunting the monsters down and killing them like the animals they were, but he wouldn't dare touch her innocent skin with bloodied hands.
So, for now, they were safe from his seething rage; if only for Frisk's sake. But once they were on the surface again, he was going to pay them a little visit. G knew his angel would tell him when she trusted and loved him again, when she remembered him again:
Remembering the deal, he felt a shudder dance across his spine and it stole his breath for a second, causing him to close his eyes to steady himself, before he sighed sadly. They could and would do this, G had to remind himself with a firm nod. Then, with one more shaky breath, he returned to the matter at hand.
"And you're sure it wasn't the fall, As?" He already knew the answer, but his soul wanted to hear it. The sigh that followed the question only confirmed the truth as the prince rubbed his eyes nervously, leaning on the wall.
"She was never injured badly from the fall, dude. This was like pure hate and Frisk was the sole target."
The yellow glow of his power blazed as Sans let a deep, animalistic growl out, wanting to punch something but he didn't want to wake Frisk. So, G just clenched his fists at his sides, trying to stop the shaking, but the shaking only got worse as he imagined the pain she went through, the fear she felt whenever they merely looked at her:
"And we're the monsters?!"
The soft shout made the other two cringe, knowing the truth behind that statement too well. Some humans showed that they were as monstrous as they could be.
For years, they were locked away while some horrible minds decided that the beloved was the real monster and needed to be punished for it. The king and queen began to fear that this was going to happen. They wouldn't find their lost daughter until she had enough, leaving the lovely rose to search for something she could hardly grasp in her state right now.
The ancient king sighed deeply at the thought, shaking his head, before the door opened and his wife exited with her head low and her shoulders shaking. The loud growls sounded as the goat female lifted her head, revealing tears messing her fur. The males knew what the tears meant, it was worse than Asriel saw. There was more to the terrible story:
"It's worse, boys." Tori whispered, barely audible and barely able to continue, "I lost count of the injures, both old and new. They even left footprints when they kicked her, I think they broke her ribs. It is going to take so long to show that she belongs…"
Sans flicked his tongue over his teeth, fighting to control the building anger in his chest, phalanges curling into the palms of his hands.
They marred her with wounds that would always remind her of her past? Wounds that might make her think that she was worthless? No, he won't let her think that way, he vowed firmly, as he turned his head to the door with a dulled expression placed over his skull.
"Can I see her?" The queen smiled slightly, nodding slowly before the skeleton and her son moved into the room where the sleeping princess laid.
They never changed, that thought echoed in both royals' minds as smiles danced over their faces before they slowly made their way to the door frame; silently watching as the two males walked to the bed.
Asriel stayed back to give G time with her, but he wanted to be close to her as well. He just needed to know she was safe, to know that she was back and they could protect her. His soul was at peace as he watched her chest rise and fall while his skeleton best friend sat down on the edge of her bed, a sigh fell from his sharp teeth.
He still stayed silent as the skeleton slipped his arms around her small waist and rocked her as Sans used to when Frisk was a small girl with his shoulders shaking. Asriel knew that G didn't want him to speak or see how weak he was at moment, and he couldn't blame him. He hated to see his dear friend in so much pain.
He scowled deeply, closing his eyes to the pain, as G's growly but soft voice faded in:
"I'm here, Frisk, I'm here. I am not going to leave you, I'll always protect you from any further harm. I promise. I'm here, my sweetheart." He whispered soothingly into her ear. He never sounded so helpless.
Frisk whimpered softly, causing the prince to open his eyes to see her cuddle deep into the tall skeleton with ease.
The males didn't think that it was the peaceful feeling of sleep, however, they sensed Frisk was still her trusting self through everything. Even now, she was the most trusting creature any monster encountered. G chuckled as he kissed her messy locks:
"You still are my cuddly bunny, aren't you, sweetheart?"
Asriel laughed softly, shaking his head at that cheesy statement. Things never change, he thought with a smirk as he watched G shift to lay down, pulling the slumbering closer. The friends just let the peace wash over them for a few minutes before reality set in again:
"You need to leave soon, G."
As soon as the stuttering voice sounded through the room, everyone was set on edge. They knew that voice all too well.
Asriel growled loudly as he turned to see the black skeleton standing there with a sinister grin placed across his face, leaning against the wall. The grin angered them so much, but they knew they couldn't do anything to this bastard; it was against the rules.
"What are you doing here, Error? We have two years. Why are you here?" Asriel growled out, curling his fingers into a fist at his side as his father came to help his son if need be. He laughed deeply as he stepped toward the two royal monsters, his hands up in a gesture of peace. Feisty bugger, Error mused before speaking.
"Easy there, big brother Prince, I'm just here to remind everyone of the rules. You remember them, don't you? I'll hate to have to take her prematurely if you don't." Error warned firmly, but his mocking grin still taunted them.
G growled lowly, carefully leaving his sweetheart back on the bed and turned to the broken skeleton with a blank expression taking over his face. The small whimper Frisk gave as he laid her back on the pillow broke his soul, but he never took his eyes off the other skeleton.
"No letting her see you before your point and just gentle nudges towards the past, I know. But, please, let me leave my jacket for her. Just please."
He hated to beg with this sick bastard, but he just had to leave her the jacket. G didn't know why, but he had a feeling it was important, that she would need it to stay calm, even if she wouldn't remember why. It always soothed her in the other timelines.
The black skeleton cocked his head slightly, as if he was a cat again, just sizing up his prey. But his response surprised them all as a sigh escaped his teeth, nodding slowly.
"Okay, okay. But, break one after this and I have to take her. I have a name to live by." He winked, if only to hide his reason behind his agreement, then turned to the royals and repeated the rules to them, leaving the white skeleton to his task.
G let out a relieved sigh, smiling softly at Error's back; maybe Frisk was right about him, he admitted to himself, before he turned back to the curled figure with a gentle smile placed on his face.
G shrugged out of his jacket and knelt beside her head, running his phalanges through her brown hair as he blanketed his large jacket over her body, chuckling while she cuddled right into it. He smiled one more time before he landed a soft kiss to her temple and whispered into her ear:
"See you snow, dove. You'll love Snowdin."
And with that, the skeleton stood and turned on his heels, leaving with tears playing in his empty sockets and no more uttered words to the royal family.
He needed to be alone.
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"G!"
Asriel found him a few hours later lounging in their meadow, mustard in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The goat prince breathed a worried breath as he took a seat next to the silent skeleton, only seeking glances as he let his friend have this moment. Asriel knew what was going through his mind, what he was trying to forget:
Unlike him, G had to wait to see Frisk again. And with her injuries, that might be a month at best, two at the worst. The skeleton had to go back to waiting. And there was her memory. So, poor G had a lot of waiting to do.
The goat sighed deeply before placing a tender hand on the other male's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.
"G, I know this is hard—"
"No, you don't, As. You will see her every damn day, but I'll be stuck playing a part, just waiting for her to smile at me. You have no idea how hard that is. To know she is so much in reach, but you can't grab ahold of her." He growled inwardly, remembering the other three years without her and sprung to his feet, marching to a tree, unable to sit still.
As stared out to the waters of Waterfall, knowing he was the truth behind the bitter words. It was unfair and unjust, but that was what you get when you make deals with a trickster. He breathed a big breath at his musings before once again touched his shoulder, just wanting to give his friend some sense of comfort, but not knowing how:
"You're right, I don't know, G. But, I know what you're going through. I saw the pain you went through every single day for the six years, but this will be different. I will give daily reports, I will guide her to you as soon as I can." Asriel soothed as he smiled tenderly, causing the skeleton to look up at him, him sucking his teeth nervously.
"Why is this so hard, As? I just want to love her."
The goat let a single tear fall as he pulled him into a strong hug, whispering soothing words to his friend. He knew the pain that G was facing, he experienced it with Chara. The pain of watching the love of his life from afar, unable to do anything about it.
It hurt so much, but the skeleton had a chance at having a happy ending with his, and the goat would do anything to ensure that. Asriel didn't want him to feel this intense pain, he didn't want him to be himself, missing a piece forever, unable to fulfill that hole:
"I know, G, I know. But, you have a chance now. We will fix this, I promise you that."
With that, the skeleton collapsed against his male best friend, not bothering to be strong and clung to the goat as he roared out while G fell to his knees.
His soul was tired, battered, and just tired. The male just wanted to protect her and love her, but when would this stop? G was afraid, so damn afraid, that it wouldn't. He might be alone forever, missing her forever more:
He just hoped and prayed this was the end…
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She groaned in pain as her body felt like a heavy-weight as she stirred awake, back to the real world. Frisk didn't realize where she was yet, the pain took up all the corners of her mind. They really did a number on her this time, she thought sleepily, wiggling her fingers to make sure she was alive.
But the beautiful dreams that came as she slept gave her a key to a door she didn't even know she was searching for. She never knew she grew up with these dreams until now, but somehow the brunette recalled the lovely escape that nightfall gave her as she faded back to the real world.
Why Frisk didn't remember the dreams up to now, she didn't know. But, oh, the feeling behind the night time visions was beautiful. She only felt the feeling otherwise she was dancing:
Frisk remembered now. She always had the dreams since she was four-years-old, and no one could understand why she had them, getting her into trouble, but she saw the dreams as worth the pain. As the years passed, the dreams faded to the background and became fewer and fewer. Fading into the nightmares. They were a mystery Frisk thought she would never find the answer to. Little did Frisk know that the dreams will be the key to her forgotten past, the key to finding her true self. And it might lead her to her missing heart:
The dreams were simple enough, faceless monsters offering her a comforting hand and pulling into a dance. But one monster felt a bit more special than the others, a bit dearer to her, even though she viewed all of them as dear.
He laughed with her as he would sway her along, whispering his silly jokes and corny puns into her ear when he twirled her back to his chest while the night grew on. She didn't want his dream to end, not knowing when the monster may show up in her dreams again, but he just would chuckle before planting a small kiss to her nose as he whispered:
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We will meet again soon."
That whisper filled the girl with a fiery determination, and even though she was afraid of the day, she would face it with a smile. But, when the dreams disappeared into the nightmares, the determination did too and soon the girl fell into the darkness of depression.
After a couple more heartbeats and the thoughts faded, the flower sighed deeply as she struggled to push her body off the dirt, figuring it was time to go find some help. But, when her cheek touched a soft surface as she tried to lift her head off the ground, her brows furrowed in confusion. What?
Where was she? She asked in the walls of her mind as Frisk finally opened her eyes, revealing a beautiful small room painted golden. It was like a palace in a fairy tale from her books' pages and she was the princess, like she used to pretend in her youth.
She leaned on her elbow to get a better look around the golden room, her mouth agape in shock. Many questions were running through her head.
Where was she, how did she get here, why was she here, and most importantly, did she want to leave?
As she tried to find the answers, Frisk bit her lip, leaning against the headboard of the large bed while she fought the feeling, her mind confused about the draw to this place, but the feeling grew intense as her blues moved over the room, feeling loved just by the comfortable feeling of the room.
She felt as if she had been there before, she lived there before. Seconds after Frisk opened her eyes, she felt that she knew the beautiful place and the brunette was meant to be there for something big.
Something that would bring the monsters and the humans back together, she decided as she looked out to the window while she carefully pushed up against the headboard. She didn't know how she came to that decision, but maybe it would be her chance to change the world. To erase the hatred.
But the question is: how in the world did she get here and what or who had brought her here? It was maddening, not knowing the secret behind this strange turn of events.
All she remembers is falling, wishing for death, then Frisk woke up here. She shifted her bright eyes to the slightly opened screen door, out to the slightly lit hallway, trying to the last thing she was before she mysteriously woke up in her own fairy tale.
Then, after musing over it, the beautiful flower breathed a steadying breath, not knowing what to think or what to feel. But, the flower hoped to meet the monster that found her soon, hoping that they could tell the beauty everything she sought to know:
The brunette smiled slightly at the thoughts before her eyes moved down to find a jacket covering her lap. Her brows furrowed together while she ran her hand over the fur and looked around to see anyone next to her, but she was alone in the room.
She pursed her before Frisk pulled the jacket up to her nose, smelling. It smelled like cigarettes and pine, male but sweet. The scent brought some comfort to her, like it will be okay; everything would be okay if she just stayed determination.
Frisk smiled sweetly at the thoughts as she cuddled the jacket against her cheek, closing her eyes:
"It's like the monster in my dream, the smell. It is comforting." She whispered to herself, pressing her nose to the fur collar hood, recalling her nightly dances with her monster.
"Ah, sweetie, you're awake. Howdy! How are you feeling?" The manly cheerful tone asked sweetly, interrupting the young woman's musings and she jumped towards the wall her bed was against, screaming in horror.
She closed her eyes, her body shaking, refusing to look at the source of the kind-sounding voice. Frisk knew that it was ridiculous deep down, but she was afraid what she would have found if she looked and the monster might kill her when he finds out the blonde was different, no matter how much that thought sounded so ridiculous to her.
The monsters saved her life, but the abuse turned her inner voice, making her weary toward others. Fearing more abuse, fearing that she couldn't trust anyone anymore.
Poor Frisk knew that not everyone thinks that way, but she was raised to think that being different is a deadly sin and you deserve to die for it. This thought brought stinging tears to the beautiful flower's eyes, not wanting to think that way.
But in the corner of her eyes, the brunette teen saw the blonde-haired goat monster looked like she wounded him and her momently horror quickly disappeared from her body, she hated that look of pain on his face. She didn't know why, but she did and she felt a connection to the mysterious goat. As if he was a brother to her and she felt that he would keep her safe.
After a couple moments of calming down, Frisk shifted her blues to him as her fingers danced across the wet tears that dried on her high cheeks. As soon as the tears were gone, she moved to his face, taking in his handsome face as he knelt next to the bed, smiling sweetly and waving her forward:
"Don't be afraid, sweet girl, you are safe here. I don't hurt you, no one will, I promise. You are home now."
Frisk stared wide eyed at him, surprised at that, however, she felt comforted by the sweet words and after a few minutes; Frisk slowly pushed away from the wall, crawling to the sunlit edge of the bed and finally revealed all of her to the kind stranger.
His smile grew more as he moved to sit down next to the teen, patting her hands comfortingly. She looked over at the male, blinking feverishly in confusion, which made him giggle:
"Aww, you're still so adorable! And you grew up so nicely, sweetie. I know you don't understand any of this right now, Frisk. But please know that you will be protected, sweet girl." He smiled watery, reaching a hand to caress her cheek but the brunette pulled away with a frown placed upon her lips, confused and uneasiness sat in her chest.
Did he just call her Frisk? Why did he know her name?
The guy smiled sadly, understanding how she must feel at that moment and let his hand fell to the bed, and all the uneasiness went away, replaced with the warmth of love. A sensation the teen was new to.
He let the beautiful flower think as he looked out the door, thinking to himself. But a few words escaped from his lips as he turned to her once again:
"You're really a beautiful princess now, Frisk."
Upon hearing that, the teen was trapped inside her doubting mind as her hands came up to her chest, trying to calm her heartbeats. As if she was trying to trap it in her chest before it escaped it:
There was no way that Frisk was a princess. She was just a mere girl trying to be as normal as she could possibly be, who wanted to be more than that but knew that was impossible. It was an impossible wish to have.
So, yes, she was far from princess martial. But in the back of her mind, something screams at her to believe this monster. He sounded so confident in that sweet statement. He seemed to really care about the flower, even though they meet and she didn't know his name yet.
Ignoring the scream in the walls of her mind, the young woman shook her head at him before turning away with her arms over her chest, laughing inside at the silly statement while she ignored the gnawing feeling of knowing the hidden truth:
Because, really, how could she ever be more than a freak? Her parents' words echoed through her mind, grasping her head as she rocked.
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His eyes went soft at her reaction to his claim, hating to see her in so much pain. The outside world blinded her to her true worth, sickeningly willing to change her view.
But he would make sure that she will see how beautiful and wonderful she truly is. Everyone would, she would never be hurt again.
So, with that thought on his mind, the older monster pulled her into a comforting embrace, soothing her as he hummed a lulling tune into her ear. He felt as she turned those big violet eyes on him, shocked but soon the girl melted into the hold, crying on his fur.
The feeling of helplessness washed over Asriel while the little beauty's hands clung onto his shirt, burying his snout into her hair and tightened his hold around her shuddering body:
"Shh, sweetie, shh. I know, I know. You're safe now. You went through a lot, didn't you?"
Upon that whisper, the teenager sobbed harder and she nuzzled deeper, unable to look up at him; it seemed like she was ashamed of her past. His anger grew as he saw that reaction, but for now, he had to stay calm.
Frisk was just too broken to handle his anger right now, to see her worth. So, the goat just held her until she calmed down, just let her get everything out as he tightly comforted her. but she will know that she is cared for, the goat just knew it, and when she did, she will know how much she was loved.
As for her heart, fixing it will a hard job, but they would be up to it, especially a certain skeleton. If there were anyone that could, it'd be him. They always would be there by her side when she needs them.
He sighed, returning to reality before the monster pushed the calming girl back and rubbed her cheeks free of the tears as he began to speak:
"Are you feeling a bit better now, sweetheart?" His answer was a small nod, which earned her a chuckle.
"That's good, honey. Oh," He paused, face-palming at the realization and his lack of manners, "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Asriel—"
A gasp fell from her lips, lifting her hands to sign a question that shocked him as he read the movements:
'Prince Asriel?'
"You know me?"
'I read about you, Prince. I wanted to apologize about your sister.'
He smiled sadly, surprised both how caring this girl still was and the fact she read about them, grabbing her hands into his own:
"Thank you, sweet girl, but you have nothing to apologize for. It was long before you were born. What I'm curious about is you and why you read about us old monsters." That statement earned him a giggle and she nodded.
He chuckled deeply, letting her hands go, and then slowly, Frisk unlocked her world and lay bare the secrets she was willing to show.
After that question, the new-found friends spent the next few of hours just getting to know each other. Frisk never went into details about the abuse, and Asriel didn't push her to, knowing that she would tell them when she was ready:
But she went through everything else, giving him insight into her world before falling down here. She found comfort in the stories about monsters and the war, feeling a connection to the monsters more than the horrible humans that beat her understandably. She would sign that the books were her favorite escape, but she also loved to dance. The movements were freeing and she loved to bring happiness to others while dancing.
The monster smiled as the girl signed, letting her talk to someone. He figured that she didn't have anyone to talk to, and admittedly, he loved that Frisk was opening up to him; she was still the trusting creature they knew and loved. Without even knowing him, she trusted the goat monster enough to give him a glimpse into her mind.
Then, after explaining the rules of the Underground to the teen and telling her about her soul's glowing red, he stood from the bed with a gentle smile upon his lips. Asriel knew their parents were waiting for news of their lost daughter, so he knew it was time to talk to them:
"Okay sweetie, I need to talk to my parents for a few. I'll be right back, are you hungry?" As if it was answering his question on its own, the brunette beauty's stomach growled loudly, making her blush bright red and the sight earned a booming laugh from Asriel. She was so cute.
"I'll take that as a yes, then. I'll bring you a meal, ok? Why don't you take a nap? I will wake you when I bring the food in, okay, sweetie?"
She smiled timidly at the male's sweet statement, nodding her head and she mouthed the words: 'Thank you, I will.'
He grinned once more before he exited the room, closing the door behind him as a sigh blew through his lips. This will be so hard for the people around the Underground that cares for the flower. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked down the hall and to the small living room, thoughts swirling around his mind's walls.
Asriel knew that this time would be the most difficult thing they had to go through. More difficult than fighting Chara and him. Frisk will fight against them every step of the way because of what she faced in the human world. And through her eyes, because of that, she was not worth love and the kindness the monsters will give her when they will meet again. They would show her otherwise, however.
They would show that she was worthy of everything she will get in the future. He leaned back on the wall leading into the living room and Asriel sighed again, pointing his light eyes up to the ceiling, his heart breaking for the girl he used to view as a sister:
He hated the day, hated that Frisk had to make a deal with the broken skeleton, fading from the world of the book for years without a trace. He shifted his eyes down, remembering the stinging feeling of guilt in his gut as soon as the first two days' past without her.
He should've watched out for her better, and then, maybe, she wouldn't be so broken from her wounds from the other world. It was his fault, she was hurt because of his carelessness. No matter what his parents and friends would say to slay the guilt, he would feel the burning guilt in his gut.
But, hopefully soon, she would be back to the happy girl she was before when that prick took her from this world.
And this time, he will never take his eyes off her. He was going to stay with her along her journey if he must.
He smiled sadly at the thought and pushed off the wall before starting to walk into the living room where his parents waited patiently for the news they needed to know.
But as the young prince stepped into the light, all he could think about was the new story they were about to write with a sly grin spread across his face.
And oh, will it unfold interestingly:
With all that Sans meeting Frisk brings, Asriel wouldn't be bored. They didn't know this now, he mused before his mother's voice broke through his thoughts, but they were about to reexperience the best moments of their lives. Asriel figured his best friend forgot this fact, but he would soon.
"How is she doing, my love?" His mother required as soon as he entered the room, meeting her worried-filled dark eyes and her son smiled at the goat mother sadly, sitting on the armrest of the couch as he breathed a sad sigh before speaking:
"She's so strong, mama, she just opened to me and trusted me with her world, she loved monsters before falling, that was why she jumped. But, I think the abuse was worse than we even thought. She closed that door tightly; she doesn't want to burden us, I think."
The older goats listened closely, tears falling from their eyes. They wished the humans would see the beautiful person Frisk was, the trusting girl she was. But she was only a demon, seemingly just because she is fascinated with monsters and she is mute. Why would they view that sweet creature as a demon, they would never understand; they would never understand how a parent would their own child, but it'd be alright now.
Frisk will be cared for like she deserves now, not only from the two older goats, but her friends as well. They would show her that those foolishly doubts about her worth and her ability to be happy again, and safe, they were just that: silly and foolish doubts.
The female goat sighed deeply, letting that hope grow in her chest and it soothed her, before she stood from the couch and smiled as she moved to the kitchen, looking over her shoulder:
"I'll prepare her dinner and bake a pie. She should still like butterscotch, shouldn't she?" The innocent question made the males chuckle.
"I think she would like anything you make, mama."
Her son's sweet statement made her smile grow, before disappearing into the room, leaving father and son to their wild thoughts.
As sure they were that it would be alright in the end, the fearful thoughts were running through their minds. Thoughts that the girl would be too afraid to move on from the horrible past she faced on the surface and lock herself away tightly, never truly trusting them.
That frightened her adopted father the most. Not only for his daughter, but the skeleton that loved her so deeply.
If Frisk doesn't remember him, or worse, she does but doesn't remember her feelings for Sans and chooses another; it would break the poor boy to the point that the skeleton would be lost to them forever more. He would be changed and there would be no way to undo the damage.
As a sigh escaped his mouth, a paw came down on his broad shoulder. Asgore shook his head to free his mind of those thoughts and lifted his eyes up, finding his eldest child smiling down at him. It seemed that his thoughts were plainly on his face.
"It'll be okay, dad. I know it will."
Asgore smiled slightly, shaking his head in dulled amusement as he lowered his head, wanting to believe the boy, but it was hard to see with everything in front of them, all the hardships for them.
But, deep down, the king had faith. After all, the Angel was still burning inside of her, waiting to prove her papa wrong. She would win against all odds if she had her friends beside her.
"Alright, son, I suppose you're right. Now, come, let's help your mother."
With one last smile, the males made their way to the kitchen, leaving the dark thoughts for another day. Their beautiful flower was back with them, and really, that was all that mattered at the moment. The worries didn't matter right now.