Part I: Toriel

Toriel couldn't stop running. Her mind wouldn't allow it. Her son's dust was still on her clothes. She was a murderer. She killed them both. They were children. Her own children.

Her vision was clouded with tears. Her feet ached badly after hours of endless running. She couldn't stop. Why did she have to do it? To them?

Her incoherent screaming echoed through the subterranean land as she ran, ran, ran away. Many times she saw an open chasm and the thought crossed her mind to jump. End it all. Suffer the same fate she inflicted onto her dearest.

Was it possible she could ever be redeemed? No. She was too vile for something like that. A person who uses poison. A coward's weapon. Chara, the sweet child, couldn't even see it coming.

Her mind wouldn't drag itself away from gazing over the abyss of insanity. Perhaps it never would. Forever shattered by the repercussions of her own actions.

But not all of her thoughts were completely lost. In that moment, the small part of her mind that still functioned vowed to protect any other human that might fall down into this savage place. The constant pain from that battle long ago would never go away, but she had to push it aside. She still knew her sins could never be cleansed away. In fact, they were all she had now.

Part II: Melusyne, Captain of the Royal Guard.

Melusyne was in her small, simple home, threading the leather straps through her plates of armor. She would be off to battle soon. Her newborn lay asleep in a comfortable bed of blankets inside a wicker basket.

She hoisted the armor into place, before sheathing her three swords into the scabbards. She was about to put her helmet on when something caught the corner of her eye. She put the helmet down and slithered over on her two serpentine tails.

Hands were randomly grabbing at the air from inside the basket. Melusyne reached out a finger, the baby grabbing onto it. Melusyne smiled. It quickly faded when there was a pounding on the door. She turned and spoke before the person could even say a word.

"I am still preparing for the battle ahead," she said in her commanding voice. "I will join you shortly. Dismissed." The lack of sound signaled the departure of the guard.

Battle. Melusyne sighed. There was always the possibility she could never return. Some criticized her for having a child she might not be able to provide for in the future. Such was the case of the tragedy that befell the royal family. She looked down at the small creature, snug in its blankets. Just in case.

"It is possible we will not see each other again," she began, stating the facts, albeit with a certain tenderness that only a select few have seen, "So is the way of a warrior. It cannot be changed and it is what I must face day in and day out. I do this, not because it is the safe thing, but because it is the right thing. This kingdom and its inhabitants must be protected, no matter the cost." A sharp jolt pressed its way into Melusyne's missing fourth limb. The pain never really subsided after it was lost.

"But be warned, a warrior never lets her emotions cloud her judgement." She massaged the stump with one of her hands. "That leads to carelessness." She let go of it. "I tell you this now so that you might one day learn from my mistakes. You are going to be a strong leader when the day comes that I fall. Farewell, my sweet Undyne." Melusyne grabbed the helmet from the table, placed it on her head, and slid through the door.

Part III: Gaster, The Royal Scientist

Gaster didn't bother with the self-loathing of letting the loss of such a prime specimen haunt himself. It was inefficient. He had much work to do with what he had.

The solution gathered from the human was plentiful enough for what needed to be done. He reviewed his notes. The two creations were coming along just nicely. Both were designed with different heights in mind so as to test the new formula with different body types. One was small with thicker, rounder bone-like structures. The other was tall and thinner.

Soon they might just be, according to most definitions, alive. Part of Gaster's field of view made the chalk board more clear. It contained the most important equation to ever exist. Simply referred to as 'The Alpha Equation.' It took up the entire chalk board in its length, spanning multiple lines. It hypothesized the definition of what was commonly know as a soul. The entire existence of a living being condensed into cold hard numbers.

In theory of course. If the two models failed then that would mean the equation would be incorrect. However, Gaster had a hunch there would be little, if that, changes necessary to his calculations.

Gaster barely allowed himself the sentiment of using his own eyes. His vision faded in and out until the structure of his face had reconfigured itself enough for use of his "real" eyes. He looked up at the massive blueprint on the wall of the lab.

He had already thought ahead as to his next series of tests and experiments. He still had plenty of solution from the human specimen. Perhaps it was time to test its capabilities on a much larger scale.

Part IV: Asgore, The King

How long had it been since it happened? The day his entire family disappeared. Now all he could do was sit in a dusty throne inside a lifeless castle. Waiting for the day the day he often fantasized about when his family would reappear, as if by magic. The day he could be a father and a husband again. But in reality, there was no shining light to cut through the gray.

But Asgore had to be the king till the very end. His purpose in life wasn't to protect the people he cared about. No. He had already brought that dream crashing down with his actions. It happened because he was king.

All that was left was rules, order, and law. He didn't get up out of bed to greet his family, he did it to be read reports and messages. He didn't talk to others because he cared about them, he did it because he needed to relay orders.

If another human ever did fall, Asgore could take their soul and free his people. He wouldn't. Instead, he must lead a kingdom of blood and ruin. To quell the unending anger and hatred of a people he himself hated. They all deserved to be trapped down in this underground prison for all eternity. As the king, so too did he deserve this fate.

THE END

Author's Closing Notes: It really does amaze me that we have come this far. I have the tendency to give up on things half way through. I knew I couldn't do that with Hopes, Dreams and Dust because of all the support I had when writing this. I thank you all for your kind words and interest in the story. You really helped me get through this! Its also worth noting that I am not good at judging my own work so every time someone says something nice I literally can't believe it. Thank you all once again!

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