Cry of Bravery

by MutantFanFictions

(THIS IS VERY AU BASED. ASGORE / TORIEL ARE TOGETHER AND ASRIEL IS ALIVE. CW OF ABUSE / CHILD ABUSE, TRAUMA, AND DARK THEMES ARE PRESENT) It's almost been a decade since the war of the humans and the monsters had ended. Centuries of conflict have left the Underground in a state of repair and despair. Although it's going to get a lot more interesting when a soul of Bravery falls.

1. Chapter 1

BEFORE WE BEGIN, I SHOULD NOTE THIS IS A VERY AU BASED UNDERTALE CANON SHIFT TO THE GAME ITSELF THAT TAKES PLACE NEAR A DECADE AFTER THE WAR. ASRIEL IS ALIVE. CHARA IS DEAD. AND ASGORE AND TORIEL ARE STILL TOGETHER. THERE IS ALSO THEMES OF ABUSE / CHILD ABUSE, TRAUMA, DARK THEMES OF MURDER AND PAST SELF-LOATHING. PLEASE BE WARNED.

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A LONG TIME AGO. THERE WAS A WAR. A BRUTAL AND EVERLASTING WAR THAT SEEPED THE FOUNDATION OF THE TRUST BETWEEN HUMAN AND MONSTER KIND. EVERYONE IN THE UNDERGROUND KNOWS OF THIS STORY. A WAR THAT LASTED FOR NEARLY A CENTURY. HUMANS AND MONSTERS FOUGHT AGAINST ONE ANOTHER. AND IN THE END, THE MONSTERS HAD LOST. PUSHED AWAY FROM THEIR VILLAGES AND HOMES WOULD THEY BE SENT TO EBOTT MOUNTAIN WHERE THEY WERE FORCED TO BECOME A PRISONER.

THIS LASTED FOR MANY YEARS, AND THEY STILL SUFFER THIS CURSE. A PLACE WHERE THEY SHALL REMAIN FOREVER ONE WOULD IMAGINE. NO MONSTER CAN CROSS THE BARRIER. THIS IS KNOWN TO MANY. ONLY A POWERFUL HUMAN SOUL MAY CROSS AND ENTER THE BARRIER. OTHERWISE, THOSE WHO TRY TO CROSS THE BARRIER AS A MONSTER WILL ONLY BE MET WITH A INVISIBLE FORCE ONTO THEIR SOUL. THE WATCHERS OF THE BARRIER ARE THE QUEEN AND KING OF THE MONSTERS WHO HAD FOUGHT IN THIS WAR. BLOOD AND DUST MIXED TOGETHER.

THE COST OF THE WAR HAD FOREVER LEFT A MARK ON MONSTER-KIND. HUMANS AREN'T TRUSTED. AND HUMANS WOULD NO LONGER BE ALLOWED IN THE UNDERGROUND. IF ONE FELL, ONE COULD NOT BE CERTAIN OF THEIR FATE. ONLY TWO HAVE FALLEN IN THE 8 YEARS THAT THE WAR HAS FINALLY ENDED. EVERYONE HAD THOUGHT HOPE HAD EXTINGUISHED HAVING TO PICK UP THE PIECES OF WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND. AND THEN.. A BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY WAS BORN IN THE WATCHERS OF THE BARRIER. THE DREEMURR FAMILY. HIS NAME WAS ASRIEL. HOPE HAD ONCE AGAIN LIT UP. PEOPLE HAD HOPED THAT ONE DAY, THE MONSTERS COULD BECOME FREE AGAIN.

UNTIL ONE DAY, A HUMAN FELL. A GIRL. HER NAME WAS CHARA. A 7 YEAR OLD GIRL WHO HAD BEEN RUNNING AWAY FROM HER VILLAGE. MONSTERS DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO REACT. A HUMAN IN 8 YEARS. MONSTERS THOUGHT THIS WAS THE BEGINNING OF THE END. BUT, CHARA CAME AS A SURPRISE. A GIRL WHO JUST WANTED TO BE LOVED. AND SO, BECOMING CLOSE TO THE DREEMURR FAMILY, CHARA WAS ADOPTED INTO THEIR FAMILY. LOVE. SHE FELT LOVE. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE SHE FELT HAPPY. ASRIEL, ASGORE AND TORIEL WERE OVERJOYED. THEY HAD HOPED BY RAISING A HUMAN COULD THEY SHOW THAT MONSTERS COULD ONE DAY FIND THE HOPE TO FORGIVE HUMANS AGAIN.
*HOWEVER, THIS WAS SHORT LIVED. 6 MONTHS LATER… CHARA BECAME MORE… AND MORE ILL. A HEREDITARY DISEASE THAT MADE HUMANS WEAKER. AND ONLY HER VILLAGE HAD THE MEDICATION TO SUPPRESS IT. BUT, NOW CHARA COULD NO LONGER RETURN TO THE VILLAGE… SHE WAS DYING. AND THE DREEMURR FAMILY COULD SEE THIS. CHARA CAME TO EBOTT MOUNTAIN TO DIE. BUT INSTEAD, SHE FOUND A LIFE FILLED WITH HAPPINESS AND WARMTH. AND IN THOSE LAST MOMENTS OF CHARA'S LIFE. DID SHE FIND PEACE. IN A LAST REQUEST TO ASRIEL… SHE ASKED OF HIM TO TAKE HER SOUL AND HER BODY TO THE VILLAGE TO SEE THE GOLDEN FLOWERS.

HOWEVER, ASRIEL ONLY BEING 7, DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO. HE DID NOT KNOW HOW TO HARNESS A HUMAN SOUL. ASRIEL… COULD NOT FOLLOW THROUGH WITH IT IN A MOMENT OF COWARDICE AND FEAR. CHARA DIED AT THE BEDSIDE OF ASGORE, TORIEL AND ASRIEL. IN THE MOMENTS THAT SHE DIED WITH HER FAMILY. HAPPILY AND LOVINGLY. EVEN IF HER LAST REQUEST COULD NOT BE FULFILLED. HER LIFE FILLED WITH JOY AND LOVE.

BUT YOU KNOW THIS STORY, DON'T YOU? IN A MOMENT OF GRIEF AND DISTRAUGHT, THE FAMILY BURIED CHARA IN A FLOWER GARDEN THAT SHE AND ASRIEL LIKED TO VISIT IN. THEY COULD NOT GIVE HER TO THE VILLAGE, BUT, THEY GAVE HER A RESTING SPOT WHERE IT WERE SIMILAR IN NATURE. ASRIEL BLAMED HIMSELF FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO FULFILL HIS SISTERS REQUEST. BUT, WOULD HE HAVE NO IDEA OF THE LIVES HE SAVED AND HIS LIFE AS WELL. HOPE FRACTURED, BUT NOT BROKEN AS ASRIEL HAD LIVED.

NOW, WE BRING US TO OUR NEXT STORY IN THIS CHAPTER OF THE UNDERGROUND. FIVE YEARS LATER AFTER THE EVENTS OF CHARA'S DEATH.

WE SHALL MEET OUR NEXT FALLEN HUMAN. A YOUNG NINE YEAR OLD BOY NAMED DRAKE CONNINGWAY. BRIGHT. LOVING. PROTECTIVE. BUT SHATTERED. A BOY WITH SPECIAL MAGICAL CAPABILITY THAT NOT MANY IN HIS AGE ARE SEEN IN. BUT THAT MAKES HIM DANGEROUS, UNPREDICTABLE. YET, HE CONTINUES TO SMILE EVEN THROUGH THE THINGS HE HAS BEEN THROUGH. A SOUL.. OF BRAVERY.

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CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNINGS OF BRAVERY.

Memories seemed to flash in and out of his field of view, his world twisted and turned. Flashes of light here and there. It was like he was walking on clouds of air. Weightless. It was mostly darkness with those flashes of light here and there. He couldn't make his surroundings. It had been like a blindfold had been placed over his eyes and he's merely stumbling into the dark. His palm pressed against the dark wall in front of him. He couldn't move forward in front of him. It must've been placed to keep him from going forward in that direction. "What? Again?"

An invisible wall as if. Adjusting to the darkness of the void, could he realize that it's not merely just a darkness that has enveloped him, but a literal wall. Another hand pressed against the wall. His breath fogged at the 'glass' of the wall. What… What is this? Drake didn't know what to think of it. It felt like a dream, but not. His body is all tingly like. Yet; he could feel the coldness of the wall itself. It wasn't ice. It wasn't cold. Nor was it wet. Another strange thing. He didn't feel cold. Yet, he could see his own breath in the mirror in the glass. Drake stared at himself in the glass. His own features. Even if they had been fogged in the glass. It were like the glass wanted him to see what he looked like inside this realm.

Drake has soft, yet curly medium length brown hair. Chocolate-like in color. It rested against his ears, hiding them from sight. Messy and untamed. Drake didn't bother to groom it really. Not since that day. Peering back at him were oceanic dark blue eyes that radiated the depths of his soul and his magic. At least, that's what he liked to call it. Superpowers didn't sit right with Drake. The eyes that stared back at him were filled with confusion and curiosity. As if wondering 'where am I…? And what is this place?' Questions that could not be answered by mere thought. Pale and soft skin matched his complexion with a couple freckles on the side of his face. His brows furrowed trying to push against the wall as if it were a door. No good. He backed up seeing himself fully. Red, cherry colored hoodie stained with a couple messes from the 3 months he's been wearing it. 3 months since that day. Simple, textless gray tee-shirt that is under the hoodie. Also stained. Perfect. His denim blue jeans remained untouched however. The only thing that looked clean and tended to is a bubblegum-pink colored scarf wrapped around his neck tightly. Hiding his neck and upper chest. A tail piece of it hung loosely off the side of his left shoulder. This completed Drake in his entirety.

"What the heck is going on..?" Drake muttered out. An English accent is clear as day in his voice. Hailing from England, on the northern side of Bristol. He stuffed his hand into his pocket. He's getting nowhere by just standing here. There had to be another exit to this black void. But; it weirdly stretched on and on like it didn't want him to leave from this pocket void. Or, pocket dream. Whatever it is. Drake didn't care. He just wanted to wake up from here. Pushing onward and leaving the glass mirror he had been staring at previously before. "This is so weird.. Why can't I wake up?" Drake inquired to himself, becoming a little uneasy at the idea of being trapped here for all eternity. All Drake can do is walk. The only light that's guiding him is this strange orange light inside of his hoodie. His shirt illuminating an orange 'heart' shaped glow

The silence is deafening here. All he can hear is the footsteps of his shoes against the ground. It sounded like hard ground. Stone? Gravel? He can't tell. His heartbeat pummeled against his chest. His breathing quickened a bit. He would find a way out of here. He certainly would! He just had to keep going. Even if everything is so scary right now. Questions. So many questions lifted his thoughts. 'Why me?' And 'What is so special about me that all these weird things are happening?' His magic. The accident. Being placed into another home. The staff there… and now this. Drake just wanted things to go back to the way they were where he didn't know he had magic. Where he knew he was normal. Where he didn't have to worry about things like this happening. He wished that life was normal. Drake's brows furrowed, staring at his own two feet as they just walked without much plan or goal to go to.

Just walk. That's what he kept telling himself. He'd find something eventually, right? There had to be a point to this dream. Otherwise he would've awakened already, right? Drake's eyes wandered now. He's getting desperate to find some sort of change in the void. But all he sees is darkness. Step…step…step… the steps of his feet only allow a portion of comfort to add to his system, albeit not by a whole lot. Maybe he should try calling out? Maybe that could help! Drake stopped in his tracks and decided to stay put to see if anyone would come to him. "Hello!? Anyone there?!" Drake's voice carried out an echo in the void. Gosh, even that hurt his ears a bit more than he meant to. His face twisted into a gritted expression from the ringing in his ears. "Oww.." A mutter rubbing his palm at his ear. Well. That was just pointless. A groan. Now what? He can't just stand here! And he;s already getting tired of walking! So, there had to be another option around! Drake would shake his head and walk forward a little more annoyed than previously.

However, something has changed now. There was this eerie sensation in the air this time. Like… something is watching him from the darkness. Drake didn't feel alone. His magic isn't activating. The darkness felt like it's slowly closing in on him. Like a predator cornering their prey. He swallowed nervously and began to pick up his pace from his position in a fast walk. There's a way out, there had to be! Drake began to go from a simple walk, to a paced walk, to a jog now. That sensation is eating at him from the inside. Whatever is inside of this place is starting to show it's not friendly. His breathing is faster. Drake doesn't want to find out what's here, but at the same time, he wants out of this damned place! After a few minutes of running, Huffing and puffing, Drake turned around to view where he had just ran from. Nothing. Just that open, dark void again. Except… is it getting darker now? No, that just had to be him. He stared at it for a few more minutes to make sure he's all in the clear. Then, he turns around only to watch his jaw drop a bit in shock.

"Mama…?" Drake spoke confused. She… she shouldn't be here. She's a distance away from him, across the void where a singular piece of spotlight is onto her. She's.. Crying? He could hear her soft sobs from the distance he's at. Her soft auburn brown hair. Light and fluffy as autumn. Colored like the leaves that fell. Her dress. It's all there. The dress she wore during the day of the accident. Drake remembered now. He didn't want to. But he did. Drake stepped forward. "Mumma! Mama!"

Drake exclaimed out, beginning to rush towards her where he could talk to her. But, upon the first ten or so steps he heard something strange. Drake hummed in confusion looking down at his shoes where a cold sweat ran down at the back of his neck. The floor… is it cracking? Like ice in the river when you stand on weak ice. It's continuing to crack and give weight. No! He had to reach her. At that moment he began to run faster. He's so close! He could almost reach her! "Mama!" Another desperate cry for her. He felt the ice under his feet beginning to take more of a noticeable weight. The gravity pushing him down further into the floor. Giving… and giving further until…

H

The ice gave way through under his feet as the bridge began to collide with it. Ice that strangely sounded like glass when you shatter it. His breath left his body in a surprised gasp, eyes widening heavily. His hand stretched to the ceiling as if his magic would save him. Nothing came. No spark. No wisps. Nothing. All he does… is fall. This-this couldn't be the end could it? No.. he's only nine, He had SO much more to live! Drake's cries and screams of terror echoed in the broken chamber falling deeper and deeper into the chasm. The light grows dimmer and dimmer at this point. His vision is fading further now. "Mum… save me please." As if expecting her to fall with him. And, he had closed his eyes to embrace the end. This is fitting for kids like him right? Kids who have committed terrible things deserve this fate. "I'm sorry, mum.. Dad.. I-I'm so sorry." His voice trembling in regret and remorse for everything he's done those three months ago. So; it'll all end and he'll be with them, right? He could only hope so. Then the pain, The misery. The… nightmares. They'd end. So, Drake could finally be happy even if he's going to die.

Only for another light to begin to emit beneath him. "Huh..?" Drake would open his eyes, noticing that he's falling further and further into another hole that is beginning to approach towards him. The wind whipping in his hair told him if he didn't act soon, he would most certainly fall and die! Drake felt a sudden surge of bravery now to just act on his abilities. Either encouragement to live or adrenaline was overriding his sense of panic from earlier. The fear of death actually starting to set in. Twisting his body to where his back is falling towards the light would he try again. "C'mon! Please work!" Drake exclaimed in desperation where his hands were outstretched in front of him. Nothing. No spark.

Not even the light from earlier that was casting the glow from his shirt was working. It was like whatever had guided him and kept him in a perpetual calm if he could call it that. The safety light just vanished. No.. this couldn't be it.

Panic slowly sets in again. Until… he really gave it his all. "WORK YOU STUPID MAGIC! I WANT TO LIVE!" Those words rang true now. If he could try again, then he would! He wants to try again! He wanted to live! His parents would want him to live, right? His soul bursting with energy where his eyes fired up determined to live now. Bravery and Determination strangely had a hand in hand. One more stronger than the other of course, as Determination was MUCH more powerful than Bravery.

But, when it came down to it; Drake found the courage to live. As wisps of light blue energy began to press from his palms seeking to protect its user. The energy circled above and around him in a bubble of water, slowly decreasing his fall speed and beginning to slowly descend. Hovering. Drake couldn't see beyond the bubble. But, he could make out grass and light. He thinks. Now what? He didn't really know how to make the bubble fall slower or at the very least at a distance where he could fall onto the grass. Drake sits back and exhales relief. At least he wouldn't fall to his death now. All that remained? Is just figuring out how to get out of this bubble. Drake pressed downward onto the bubble where he had hoped that upon pushing it downward would Drake also descend. That's his only thought as to what to do right now. Nothing. He is making some progress as the bubble is bouncing and jiggling to his movement.

All he had to do is just push on it downward, right? Then he'd be safe! Drake's will came back. He tries again with another push only for the bubble to bounce down… then up again. "C'mon..!" Drake pleaded in a whine. He pushed harder onto the bubble with more frustration now at this point. "Let… me.. Go.. dow-!"

POP.

The magic splashed away from his hands and so did the bubble as one would pop it on a summer day. "No.. no! NOOO!" Drake cries out as the falling descent is clear now as the light adjusted to his eyes only making out a grassy town below him. A river flowing from the east of the town that looked the same as his magic in terms of the water. There's mountainous walls covering the town around them with the only exit to the north. His falling is getting closer and closer! He didn't know what to think! His cries of fear of falling again only silenced with a sick thud against the grass landing against it harshly.

His ears ringing again. Pain in his head and leg. Things were.. Getting dark again. Everything hurts. Drake felt like he's about to go back to sleep even when he was just sleeping. Whatever this place is… it was messing with him mentally. Sleep. Go to sleep. Drake tries to crawl forward from the grass. His movements are weak and pitiful. His breaths quickened as the air got taken out of his lungs.

"Someone… H-help meee.." Drake moaned out in a plea before his head hit the grass. His brown hair sprawled out in a curled mess. Slipping. Falling unconscious. He couldn't stay awake. The last thing he hears is the sudden movement of feet approaching and murmurs around him. Unintelligible, but there. Somethings or someones nearby and crowding him.. He.. he couldn't think. Just sleep…

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An Hour Later. 4:30 PM.

Ah. The sun is shining upon New Home, isn't it? It's a very beautiful afternoon. The sun through the windows is starting to set upon the horizon. Even if they couldn't leave, Asgore Dreemurr found it in his system to still enjoy it through the corridors. His cloak wrapped around his being and staring off into the sunset as the oranges and purples were easy to see through the golden tinted glass. In his hand is a cup of freshly brewed golden flower tea. It's steaming wisps dancing off of the liquid in a motion that made it clear it's still quite warm. Life is just… simple. Even if he couldn't embrace its warmth. Asgore knows that one day he'll find its embrace. The warmth of the afternoon sun. Everyone would. 8 years. 8 long years of peace. Their sentencing after the war had ended. So much had happened in those centuries before the war's ending. All Asgore thought about was those times of fighting. How SO much blood from the humans had been spilt from him and his royal army. And the humans… they too had taken so much. Asgore remembers so much scent of monster dust. The odor would plague his mind forever as he would live. A sip of the tea to calm his mind. Even if sometimes the thoughts felt endless.

"Such a nice afternoon. Simple tea and watching the sun set. I should return back home soon. But, that can wait after I am finished with my tea. I would hate for this to grow cold." He wasn't talking to anyone in particular. Monologuing to quell his thoughts and his worries. Another sip of the tea escaped his throat. The flowery and warm taste is a welcomed one.

Asgore wondered to himself if he could try and sneak in another brew of tea before returning back. Toriel would surely let him have an earful if he tried to escape! A small smile lifted his cheeks at his expression. And a chuckle. He decided against it. Asriel is surely missing him. He would never deny his son a chance to see his father. Whenever he's away from home, he misses being around his family. Ever since the war ended, Asgore's been so busy helping the collaboration across different parts of cities and towns to repair them and have them turned back to normal. It's a slow progress, but through these 8 years he's sure that it's almost done. Once they're done repairing the towns and restoring the mentality of hope would reignite life to return back to normal. He isn't proud of having to partake in that war. But; he's grateful that is something that Asriel wasn't born for during that time. He could never imagine having to raise a son during a terrible and blooded war. Another sip of it. Finishing the cup with more drinking motion. The purple and white colors of the glass radiating against the sunshine through the tinted windows.

His ears begin to perk up at the audible motion of clanking feet approaching. Ah, a royal guard. An end of the day report as always. Asgore turned to face the guard in front of him where the cloak on him would shift on the floor making silk noises. The guard bowed in a respectful motion."Evening, Sergeant. I presume you're here for an end of the day report?" Asgore inquired curiously. Something seemed off about the guards movements as if he's afraid to talk to Asgore. The guard stood back up straight where he turned to his belt bag wrapped around his waist which contained a folder of the report for Asgore to look at.

"Yes, your highness. I made sure all the sectors of the Underground were tended to. Although Snowdin is still under repairs from the siege." The guard would reply back, his helmet glancing at the floor for a moment. Asgore would sigh. Snowdin. A terrible price of the war of the siege between Waterfall and the Old Home where Humans had made their attack and entrance from the top of the mountain which is why they had placed puzzles and traps in those ruins now. To deter any human from easily making their way into the Underground having to fight through annoying traps and puzzles to deter them back. Although some harmful traps had to be added for safe measure. Asgore knows that Snowdin would take a bit to repair. Just like Hotlands. Those two areas were mainly affected by humans. Even though they had lost, they still let them live here. Trapped. They wouldn't harm anyone if they're unable to get out right? That's why he's had Gaster work on a solution to get past the barrier. No blood needed to be shed more. "And… there's another thing, your highness. You aren't going to like this." He nervously started and swallowed.

"We got a report of… a human in the Illustrious Section." The guard would say through strained professionalism.

Those words were not something that Asgore was ready to hear leave those lips from the guard. Two years. Nearing the same day too. Could it be fate? Asgore's expression turned grim at that moment at the words. Asgore.. Isn't sure what to do or say. He just stared in shock at this. "Are.. are you sure your reports are correct, s-sergeant?"
Asgore croaked out. Asgore had never thought the day a human would fall again into the underground. But, here they were. This couldn't be happening again, could it? Not near the same month that.. She fell. The memories of that fall… Asriel who met her.. No.. Asgore needed to be brave here as his guard was looking up to him for answers and he still had to fulfill a duty towards his people. He knows that he cannot deter now. He cleared his throat as the sergeant looked back down at the report filled in the letter rereading over it. Snowdin repairs. Hotland repairs. Waterfall still secure. Old Home still secure. They found a strange hole that appeared out of nowhere on the mountain ceiling in the Illustrious Sector. It hadn't been there before and it just… appeared the other night supposedly. He reads the report just to be sure:

'3:00 this afternoon, a human had been spotted unconscious in the middle of a grassy field. Residents had said they had heard screaming coming from nowhere and couldn't find a source. Only two witnesses say they saw the boy come in through a… bubble or sphere of some kind and it dropped the human onto the hill where a crowd had gathered over him and began to look and touch at him. Two sentries of the royal guard are there now trying to quell the situation at the moment, but they aren't sure what to do with the boy right now.'

The guard looked back up to Asgore who sighs knowing that there wasn't going to be a clear cut answer here that didn't involve him. After all, Asgore knows that these monsters are going to start to get antsy if a solution isn't found. Asgore would give himself a moment to breathe to take in the situation and then set down the cup onto a table for a palace caretaker to tend to later. He is needed in the Grassy Illustrious Sector. Asgore would look at the clock. '4:45 PM.. 15 minutes later. He had to go quickly. He feared for this human's safety if this boy was kept there any longer than one should stay there. Asgore returned to his neutral expression. "Thank you, sergeant. That will be all. Tell your sentries at the Illustrious Sector to hold it down until I arrive." Asgore would gently command the sergeant. To which a salute is given to the king.

"Yes, your highness. It will be done right away. I will notify them via the magical tower." With that, the guard would also hurry along the palace back towards the towers where he could contact his troops. Asgore looked back one more time at the stained glass. The sun is setting upon this day. The shine is getting dimmer. And so is any hope for the human if Asgore doesn't make haste over there. So; with little choice left over from this moment, Asgore would begin to hastily walk out of the Palace to gather the human. This is his ONLY choice he has from monsters who might attack the human or worse, kill him. That scenario isn't likely, but it could happen. He just hoped those sentries could hold on for just a little while longer before Asgore arrived….

"Please tell Toriel that I will be a bit late coming home tonight as there is an.. Urgent matter I had to attend to. I won't be long." Surely Toriel could just wait another hour or two for Asgore to get home. With a human in the Underground again, he had to keep them safe! He couldn't let monsters have blood on their hands after 8 YEARS of peace. This had to stop! No more blood will EVER be spilled again!

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Author Note: Hey guys! Thanks so much for taking an interest in the fanfiction! I'm honestly glad I could come across writing again and could start up my own series with Drake as the Orange Soul to the prequel to Undertale essentially. I always loved and had been fascinated about what life was like years before Frisk and the other souls, and I've always wanted to do a series where Asriel remained alive during the whole ordeal. I promise to keep things interesting and introduce more characters as we go along! The first two chapters were done in one day so; I will try to get more chapters up as soon as possible since I want to rewrite this series and make it a little more... sense making haha!