"Ready?" He said turning around. Seven capsules rose from the ground. Five capsules had five different colored souls. All glowing brightly.
Asgore started a battle with me. It was silent for a moment. The sunlight flowed in. "Human, it was nice to meet you… GOODBYE!"
An absolutely massive pitchfork was thrust out of his cape, pushing it back. Asgore was wearing a large amount of body armor. It was going to be tough to hurt him with just my gloves. It didn't matter. He did NOT destroy my spare button. I was going to do everything in my power to not hurt this Goat-man.
Asgore attacked. He had the same fireballs as Toriel. I easily dodged them. I tried to spare him. He didn't listen. He launched I large barrage of fireballs at me. I bobbed, weaved, and caught a couple using my gloves abilities. Instead of firing them back at him, I threw them at the ground where they dissipated.
"I'm not going to fight." I said to him sternly. He didn't listen.
Another attack, this time I dodge side to side as walls of fire blasted right by me. I dodged them still with ease. I stood my ground.
"I won't let you kill me though either."
Asgore's ten foot tall pitchfork turned blue. Just like Papyrus! I stood still. It fazed right through me. It then turned orange, which meant I needed to move right through it. I dove right into it. Once again it fazed right through.
The battle went on for awhile. It was the same thing. He would attack, I would dodge them, I would then not attack him. Eventually I started telling him about my time here in the Underground. I told him about everyone I met, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, heck even Toriel. I struck a nerve with Toriel, I guess talking about his ex really ticked him off. His attacks got even more violent.
I dodged all over the place, but this time I misjudged a couple fireballs. They hit me in the torso, taking away some health. I ate a slice of food and quickly recovered my health back. I had a stocked up on food so I could go as long as he wants. Or so I thought.
We were getting up to Undyne's fight in terms of length. I was getting tired. Two fights like this were really taking a lot physically out of me. I continued though. I told Asgore how I got here. My mom, my dad, my sister. Everything. He wasn't slowing down, and it didn't seem like he was listening. Still I spoke, vainly hoping he would listen. I just wanted to talk.
"So, my sister thinks that I'm the brave one in my…"
"I bet that if your sister saw you now she wouldn't think that you are brave." Asgore cut me off gasping.
"W-why is that?!" I said slightly taken aback.
"Well, you are just delaying the inedible. What kind of bravery is that?"
"No, the bravery is that I haven't attempted to destroy you yet!" I said chuckling.
"Well, then stop running scared! You're not going to stop me from doing this."
Fireballs flew out of the ground and towards me.
"Alright then, your funeral." I said.
I dodged a few fireballs. Then I grabbed a couple out of the air. Quickly they were whipped around and thrown at Asgore. They hit him in the face. He screeched. I smiled.
"Come on Asgore, you wanted this!" I goaded.
Asgore must've had steam pouring out of his ears. More fireballs came flying at me. I dodged as much as I could. Still some hit me. I checked my pockets. I had no food. The fires burned themselves out but it still hurt. I was angry. I charged at him with reckless abandon. I was going to give him atleast two black eyes. I leapt at Asgore's face, fists ready to unleash.
Mid air though Asgore dodged. My foot clipped Asgore's crown, knocking it off. I face planted into the ground. How embarrassing! I was ready to get up and attack once again. I winced as I got to my knees. I closed my eyes trying to get my wits about me.
I opened my eyes and tried to get myself up. Something was wrapped around my wrist. My eyes widened, a vine had wrapped itself around my wrist. I yanked my arm away and looked at Asgore. He was winding up for something big. I jumped to my feet. I tried to make a step. A spiked vine had wrapped around my legs.
"JUST…" Asgore started to say.
I struggled. The vines rose up to my back. The spikes cut into my legs as I struggled.
"DIE…" Asgore said as he winded up.
He was going to throw his pitchfork at me. I couldn't bend down, the vines around my back held me up. I was in trouble.
"ALREADY!" He yelled as he let go of the pitchfork.
The red pitchfork came blazing at me. Everything was moving in slow motion now. My only hope was to deflect the pitchfork away from me. Maybe my gloves would stop it! I put my hands up as the deadly weapon was getting to me.
…
I missed.
…
The pitchfork went past my hands. The three prongs pierced my chest with deadly accuracy. The force of the blow launched me back. I hit the wall so hard the area around me shook. I didn't have time to shriek or scream. All I did was gape at the pitchfork that was lodged into my chest. Asgore looked just as shocked.
The pitchfork disintegrated out of my body and reformed into Asgore's hand. It was covered in blood. Blood poured out of my chest.
"I-I-i'm s-s-so..." I cut Asgore off.
"Don't bother." I said quietly.
Asgore seemed dejected. It was quiet for a moment. I didn't want to die in here, no, I wasn't going to die in here. I stood up using the wall as support.
"Wha-what a-are." I'm pretty sure I flipped him off. Luckily he didn't follow.
I don't know how or where I was going. Things were started to shut down in my body. One of the prongs had pierced one of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. I was getting dizzy. I stumbled into the throne room, and collapsed into the soft yellow flowers. I wanted to just go to sleep. That's when I heard that annoying high pitched voice.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A fallen little boy? HA!" Flowey laughed. "What happened? Dragged down by life?"
Everything was fading away.
"You probably want to know where all those vines came from! Well… that was little ol me! I guess you needed to learn that…" I thought I saw a goat child in the face of the flower. "IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED!" He said demonically.
And everything faded to black.
I had failed. I had failed… her.
No.
She would come for me.
I just needed to wait.
"Alphys, we have just acquired the sixth human soul."
Well... that's that. Honestly what were you expecting. Favian was the 6th soul. He was fated to die... don't worry though. Sequels are in the works. We'll see our famed orange soul friend once again. Thanks to everyone who read this, and to those who commented. You guys are great. See you later.