Frisk sauntered down the lifeless corridors of the Ruins at a smooth yet rushed pace, until they finally reached their destination. The place where it all began.
"Asriel?"
The young prince gasped as he heard his name and whipped around. "Frisk?" He sighed heavily and continued, "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"No, you're the reason I came here," she said softly.
"Please Frisk. Just leave me here. I can't face them after all I've done, besides, I'll change back soon enough."
Frisk put on that determined face that many people knew all too well, her eyes stern yet soft.
"Asriel, please I-" she was interrupted by the presence of six objects floating towards them. They both watched in wonder as the six human souls, thought to have vanished, placed themselves in front of the goat monster. They abruptly began to glow brighter and then swiftly merged together in a flash of bright light. When the light cleared, and the glare faded from their eyes, they stared in awe at what had become of them. A soul. White and pure as driven snow. The heart-shaped object flipped upside-down and merged with Asriel's stunned form. He gasped and breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the warm sensation of compassion flow freely through his veins. His expression changed into what could only be described as pure joy as he hugged Frisk tightly, tears of happiness streaming down his face.
"I can't believe it," he said, teary-eyed.
"You...You have a soul! Don't you see what this means?" Frisk said gleefully as she grabbed his hands and looked him with excited eyes.
"No?"
"It means you can come with us, knucklehead!"
Asriel let her words sink in and the realization hit him. He could go home. With his mother and father. With Frisk. He smiled as big as his mouth would allow him and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a muffled ringtone coming from Frisk's pocket. They looked at each other for a moment and Frisk retrieved the phone from their pocket.
"Hello?" she began.
Chatter could be heard from the other end of the phone as Frisk talked with them in turns. Frisk eventually ended the conversation and put the phone back where it belongs. "It was Mo-Toriel. She wants me to come back."
"Oh." he said quietly. "Frisk?"
"Hm?"
"Do you...Do you think they'll recognize me?"
Frisk looked at him a bit dumbfounded. "Of course they'll recognize you, you're their son!"
"I mean, do you think they'll recognize me as...him?" he said with hesitation tainting his voice.
Frisk drew a deep breath and looked at him with understanding eyes. "Asriel," she said firmly.
"That was not you. This is the you they'll see. Their son."
Asriel stared at the ground for a moment and then looked at Frisk with kind eyes. Frisk understood and held out their hand.
"Let's go home."
A/N:
Hi y'all! This is my first fanfic (woohoo). I hope you like it.