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jusauria · 3 years

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Hotcattale (basic storyline)

Like every Story we have to start from the beginning of all.

Long time ago. In an AU of undertale there were monsters and humans. Both creatures needed the same kind of food to survive. The soul powers of the monsters scared The humans. The monsters were afraid of the soul energy of the humans. The fear turned into hate and a war began. In this war many lost their lives and both sides capitulated. The monsters were aware of the humans hate and so they moved out of all human villages to start a new life in peace. The only problem for the monsters in the mountains is the lacking source of food. Some of the best guards are hunting animals. The others are going to the cities to get other needed food supplies.

In these awful times of hate and rebuilding the life story of Sans and Papyrus begin. When the little skeleton opened his eyes he saw two taller skeletons in front of him. A huge smile were on their faces. They pick up the little skeleton and tell him: “My child. You made it. Of all the dead children's bodies, you made it to become a skeleton. We are so proud of you.” The surprised child looked around and saw something moving in the ashes. He started to move uncontrollable in the arms of the huge skeleton, only to tell them there was something. The female looking adult stuck her hand in the ashes and got out another little skeleton. The ashes made his bones look black and he sneezed a few times. The adults looked pleased. They grabbed their stuff and went to the forest where all the skeletons live.

Both kids grew up there and learned many new things. Even so they learned that skeletons can’t make kids like other monsters can. They need dead children in the age between 5-10 and have to put soulpower in them. Unfortunately not all kids become skeletons. That’s why the population of skeletons is looked over very careful. The two young skeletons knew they were from now on brothers and so they treated each other like. The smaller one got the name Sans, in the meaning of a calmness of the Ocean and the Sand. While the other one got the name Papyrus, in the meaning for the Power and Kindness from his soul. Sans was always the weaker skeleton of the both. He almost died of an unknown sickness and so his Heal Points (HP) went down to 1.

Papyrus and Sans often went outside to see others of their kind. But they never felt welcomed near them. When both got 15 they moved out. On that day all the skeletons in their villages said to them goodbye and wished them a ‘skeleton’ of luck. The brothers left the villages and walked many days to finally see the mountain they wanted to start a new life. They tardy walked in the entrance and asked other monsters where the king and queen were. On their way they met ,a bit younger as them, Asriel who showed them his parents. The royal family allowed the skelebrothers to live in the Underground. Toriel asked them kindly with a caring voice where they both want to live. Sans said: “I don’t mind any place. My bro should choose. He is the coolest in this stuff” Papyrus looked at the huge map on the walls of the gigantic room and pointed at Snowdin. He yelled: “There! This place should be as calm as Sans and as cool as me. Nyahaha.” Toriel looked at Asgore and both agreed. In snowdin was an old house where nobody lived. So the brother took this opportunity and made it their own.

Many years passed and the brothers grew in knowledge and happiness. While Sans found a job as scientist assistant in the labor from hotland. Papyrus made his hobby of cooking to his job in “Grillby’s”. But Papyrus' dream is to become a part of the royal guards. He wants to go outside and buy food for the monsters who need it. Sans and Papyrus are the only skeletons in the Underground. They always get from the town people rotten or spoiled food to eat and to cook with. They give this to the brothers not because they hate them. Generally because they don’t want to waste food. Even so skeletons can eat all kinds of food without getting sick.

One day the brother's knowledge about human and monster relationships broke apart.

Sans was in his room. All dressed in black and in front of his door was Papyrus in black too. He stared at the door wanting to knock but couldn't make him do it. He broke into tears.

Both had come home from the funeral of Asriel and his best human friend Chara. The brothers, Asriel and the twin sibling Chara and Frisk always have been very close to each other. One day when they were in a restaurant of all kinds Asriel and Chara got poisoned by the golden flower poison. The brothers ate the same dish. But because they are skeletons it had no effect on them. If Frisk had been there too, he would have gotten poisoned like his sister and the prince.

Sans was sitting in his room corner thinking why they couldn’t save them. Why they didn’t notice something was wrong. Papyrus otherwise was thinking how sad Frisk must be. Lost his twin sister and wasn’t able to be at the funeral because he is still ill.

A month later Sans and Papyrus are fine again. Of course they are still sad about the lost, but they need to work to earn money. Else they will lose the house and that’s what both don’t want to happen.

Sans walks nervous around in the labor and Dr. Gaster looks at him and asks kindly: “Sans. Do you think a maschine could produce all kinds of food, with water and the key atoms?” Sans stopped walking. He thinks about all possibilities and replies with yes. Gaster smiles and shows him a room which was always locked up. On the walls were plans for a food making maschine to solve the hunger of the monsters. The sketches and files amaze Sans . The doctor put his hand on his shoulder and whispered to him: “This will be your work from now on. Work on this machine and save the monsters. I will work on the core power machine in the meanwhile.” This is a huge job opportunity for Sans. After work he takes a shortcut to his home door and jumps into Papyrus arms. Both brothers walk inside the house. Walk to the kitchen, make tea and sit down on the table to talk about what happened on this day. They have no secrets from each other and speak open to each other. Papyrus tells Sans that people like the food he makes. The royal guard Undyne wants to teach him more cooking tricks. She was very impressed by his skills. Sans is happy for his brother and lets him talk for a while more until he tells him his news. At the moment Papyrus finished talking he tells him his whole day in detail. What a huge responsibility he has now. Even so he informs him that he will stay at the labor for a while. Papyrus stands up and hugs his brother.

The next day Sans walks to Papyrus and says: “Listen. I know you can stay alone for a while. Please be safe bro. I will be gone for about 2 or 3 months.” Papyrus looks at Sans and replies: “You don’t have to worry at all. The brilliant Papyrus will make sure everything is ok and safe! Be careful of your heavy bones”. With a last hug their paths split.

Stress is for Sans a foreigner word. He has never known stress until he sees the deadline for the machine to work and be ready to use. Sans calculations have to be all correct. Every mistake will take too much time to fix. So he worked fast but meticulous. Skeletons don’t necessari need sleep, so he had only 2 hours of sleep everyday. Gaster looks like a skeleton but isn’t so every night Sans is working alone in the labor. Often he gets scared that something will pop up out of the darkness. But this wasn’t a reason for him to stop working.

Day after day was hard work on his plan but 2 months later he finished the first machine of his kind.

In the 2 months Gaster hired a new assistant named Alphys. She is shy but it isn’t that bad to work with her. Sans invites Gaster for seeing and testing the prototype. Gaster sets up the maschine and pour the special liquid in the maschine. He starts the maschine and walks a few steps away from it. First all looks good but then Sans notices that the machine starts to form some cracks. He yelled at Gaster to walk farther away. But he was too late. A huge explosion is the result and Sans gets smashed to the wall behind him. He hits his head on the wall and his whole body gets covered in a strange hot liquid. He stands up and some of the liquid gets inside of his skull. The pain of the heat, how it burns through his skull and cracks it makes him faint.

When he opens his eyes he sees Papyrus and Alphys talking. He sits up and asks: “How long was I out.” Papyrus' face shows that he was sleeping for longer than 1 day. His brother jumps on his bed and gives him a strong hug. He cries in relief and Alphys goes outside to let both of them have some time for themselves. As soon as Papyrus finished crying himself out, Sans stands up. He sees in a mirror two cracks on each cheek and the almost full healed hole in the back of his skull. They go outside the room and Alphys asks Sans to do some task.

All monster kinds can use magic. Not all the same kind of magic, Skeleton uses bone magic.

She asked him to spawn some bones. Sans focuses and sees the bone in front of his spiritual eye. But at the moment he releases the power he spawns a hotdog which looks more cat-like. A hotcat? Sans tries again to make a bone but all he does is make hotcats. All in the living room are in shock. Sans runs upstairs in his room to do some more tests by himself. Papyrus walked behind him but he couldn’t enter the room in time. The still hurt skeleton tries harder than usual to make a bone but it doesn’t work. Only hotcats. He takes one and bite a piece off. It doesn’t look spoiled or anything. Warm is it too. All a sudden his back skull hole starts to heal up. Only a crack left. But cracks on his cheeks are still there. Sans calmed down and continued to test his other abilities. He still can do shortcuts and the telekinetic stuff. He can’t make bones and he is able to spawn two gaster blasters at the same time. To Sans' surprise the blasters can turn into Skelecats. He opens the door and Papyrus gets scared by the skelecats running out of Sans room. Alphys is already gone and both brothers walk downstairs in the living room to talk. Papyrus tells Sans that Gaster must have died. Not long ago a talking flower appeared after this bad event. Sans tells him that he not being able to make bowns isn’t as bad as he first thought. He can make food for other monsters and make them less starving and that he is more happier to be alive than dust.

A few weeks later Sans and Papyrus start to work together for Grillby and have a nice time. But then Sans got the idea to make his own little restaurant with papyrus. Papyrus agrees. With the help of their friends they build a little eating place which can move around hassle-free. The skeleton brother wants to become a travel food bistro. When they both are about to leave the underground, the royal family give them both a little present. A red scarf for papyrus and Sans gets a book full of jokes, to make them both laugh hard. This is a heartbreaking moment but the two boys know that this isn’t a goodbye forever. They walk away with the little bistro. Sans uses his telekinetic powers to move it around while papyrus is looking at the map where to go first. They decide fast where a good spot is to begin to earn money and a reputation. Sans walks around the small town offering humans and some monsters his hotcats. First they didn’t know what to think about this but soon everyone fell in love with these. It looks like the taste of hotcats varies from person to person. Some say it tastes sweet, some spicy and some salty. It depends on the person's preferences. The two make good money from them. Papyrus buys some food to cook healthy and taste food. Many humans and monsters love the taste of his dishes. The skeleton’s little restaurant becomes downright famous overnight. A few days later they closed the shop for the first time to get a small break. They walk around the town and talk a lot about what to improve and fix. In an alley Papyrus notices the talking flower he saw once in Snowdin and walks to him. The flower monster looks confused and a bit scared. Papyrus sits down in front of him and says in a kindly voice:”Hello little golden flower, why are you here in town? Are you following us?” He gets more confidence and replies to him:”Maybe. But I am here to see if you and the potato are doing fine.” The eye sockets from the huge skeleton become bigger and you can see sparkles in it. He hugs the flower and offers him to go on his shoulder so they can walk together around. The golden flower agrees and introduces himself to them as Flowey. Flowey tells them how he came to life and how confused he was first. Sans notices that the soul of the flower is awful similar to Asriel’s and asks him if he knew him. The bright yellow color from his blooms turns minor darker and he replies with a sad face: “ Yes and no. I somehow have his soul and heard his voice a few times. He told me one day that I am my own person and since then I haven’t heard of him.” Papyrus puts his hand on his head to make him feel a bit more comfortable. Sans starts to think and comes to the conclusion that the flower must be a by-product of the explosion he caused.

The sky went from a light blue to a red, violet color. The brothers arrive at their restaurant. Papyrus makes a movement to flowey to say that he can stay with them as long as he wants to. In Flowey’s face is happiness. Flowey became the mascot of the shop and is the first waiter too.

The next day the shop is booming. Many customers want to eat the special hotcat from Sans. Others some fresh made dishes from Papyrus. A human with brown hair and a yellowish skin comes to Sans and asks for the manager of this shop. He responds that he and his brother are the owner of this all. The human asks kindly if he can work there. Sans walks to Papyrus in the kitchen and asks if they should hire the human. Papyrus goes with Sans to the front and looks at the human diligent. He gasps and says that the human is Frisk. Frisk smiles and says: “Hehe. Long time not see you two. Sans to be honest, what happened to you? Did you fight with a dog and lost? hehe.” Sans explains all and both skeletons decide to hire Frisk in their small business. The not so tall human is already 19 and so he can legal work for them. At the end of the day all 3 monsters and Frisk help to clean the shop and set up a sleep area for Frisk.

They stayed 2 months in the small town and then continued their journey to another town.

After a year Flowey and Frisk discovered the other AUs. They told the skelebrothers about this. Since that day they are known as AU travel Restaurant “Hotcattale”. Which stays in every AU at least 1 week.

The end.

(I know. The story is not good. but it gives a good view about this AU and what makes it unique ^^)

#undertale au #undertale au story #story #storyline

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for-a-flower · 6 years

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Buttercups

Almost a whole hour later, the room door opened. Chara lifted her head. Asriel stood in the doorway with a bundle of buttercups in his hands. He slowly stepped into the room and shut the door. Asriel frowned, hurried over to Chara, and threw them on her lap. "There." He backed away from her and sat down on his bed.

Chara glanced down at the flowers. Suddenly their bright, cheerful colors didn’t seem so bright and cheerful anymore. "Never thought these things would be the death of me." She glanced at young Dreemurr. "I would like to see the flowers of my village when we go. Remember . . . the Golden Flowers I told you about?” Asriel glanced toward the picture she had drawn of one several years ago. Chara nodded and continued. “They grow in the very middle of the village. They’re much prettier and . . . they aren’t poisonous. It's the one good thing they have on the surface."

Asriel glanced back at her. "Can we get on with it? I don't know how long I can stand the thought of this.”

Chara sighed. "Fine, but I can’t touch these, so I’ll need you to take off the petals for me and get rid of the rest after. If our parents find them . . . their hearts will break anyway."

Asriel reluctantly nodded. “I’ll burn them.” He stood to take the buttercups off Chara’s lap then sat down on his bed and began picking off their petals. "Chara . . . mom and dad wouldn't want you to do this, you know."

"At least this way, they'll remember me fondly. And it will be no one's fault," said Chara. She watched in silence for a moment or two as her brother pulled off flower petals. Chara sighed. "I have a confession to make, Asriel. Everything I did in those tunnels . . . all those things I said. I . . . well I said I had a point to make. Do you want to know what it was?"

Asriel paused what he was doing to lift his head. "Hu? Didn't you tell me already?"

Chara shook her head. "No . . . not the whole truth anyway. I did all that so you would be willing to go along with this plan."

Asriel stared. "You tried to make me hate you?" Chara nodded. Asriel dropped the flower he had been holding and leaned forward. "Why? I couldn't do that . . . ever."

The human sighed, her gaze drifting downward. "I didn't know you would still be willing to care, after I put you through so much. I was stupid to think you wouldn't. I didn't know what it meant, ‘monster souls being made of love’ . . . until now. It's true." When she lifted her head again, Asriel’s eyes were filled with tears despite his best efforts to prevent them. "It's for the best, you know," Chara said.

Asriel reached to pull off another buttercup petal, though his hands trembled as he did. He slowly shook his head. "Chara . . . I can't take your soul."

The human scowled. "Stop it, Asriel! It's too late now. You agreed and you're not going to back out! You’ll let everyone down!"

"S-sorry. I just . . ." Asriel shook his head and stood up. “I’m done. Take them.” He stepped up to Chara and dropped a handful of little, yellow petals on the blanket beside her. Asriel sniffled then rushed out of the room with the flower stems. The door slammed behind him.

Chara glanced down at the petals. She had forced Asriel to do a lot for her already. Making him watch her eat these as well would be far too brutal. The least she could do was save him from that by doing it now. She took the petals in her hands and sighed.

Several minutes later, Asriel Dreemurr stood in the hallway of the home. He took a deep breath, reaching to open the door of his room. He put his furry hand around the door knob and paused. He could hear the voices of his parents in the dining room. He glanced down the hall toward them. They were on a couch together in front of the fireplace. He knew they would be pained to find out Chara was sick. Asriel sighed again before opening the door. He stepped in, leaving the door open behind him, his head still lowered. "Chara . . . there has to be another . . ." He stopped mid-sentence when he lifted his head and saw her. The petals were gone and Chara was lying on the bed. It took him a second to realize that she must have eaten them while he was gone to save him from having to watch. She cringed and gagged.

Asriel shook his head and stepped away. Tears coming to his eyes, he turned and ran out of the room. He rushed into the dining room to join his parents. Toriel and Asgore Dreemurr stopped their conversation to look at him. Asriel clenched his hands together tightly as a nervous panic overcame him. "Mom! Dad! Chara's really sick! Help!" he said. At once the two jumped from their seats, rushing for the hall. Asriel followed after them. When he entered the room, Toriel and Asgore were already beside Chara’s bed. She opened her red eyes and managed a smile. Her throat burned and mouth watered. She wanted to swallow but doing so hurt.

Toriel knelt down beside the bed. "Chara, my child," she said. "What has happened?"

Chara groaned. "My mouth hurts . . .”

“Can I see?” Toriel asked. Chara opened her mouth as she lay on her back. Toriel frowned and shook her head. “I . . . do not know what this is. I have never seen anything like this. I do not know about human medicine or illness. Chara, is your throat sore too?”

Chara nodded. “My throat . . . everything inside.”

Asgore moved closer. "I will make you some special tea that might help. I will be right back," he said. The king left the room, hurrying down the hall.

“When did you start to feel this way?” Toriel asked. “Do you think you might have caught something in those tunnels?”

Chara shook her head slowly. “No . . . this just started.”

Toriel gave the teen a very worried look. "Well . . . do not worry, alright? We will do whatever we can to help you recover.” Asriel stood quietly in the corner, watching and sniffling as tears ran down his face. Seeing his friend like this . . . he could hardly take it.

Asgore returned, hurried to the bed, then carefully handed Chara a small cup. "Here. It is hot, so be careful," he said. “If your throat is sore, it should help.”

The human reached out to take the cup and sat up a little. She sniffed the hot tea. It smelled amazing as usual, but right now she knew drinking it would be extremely painful. “I . . . can hardly swallow anything." Chara handed the cup back.

"Oh . . . well that is okay," said Asgore. He took the cup.

Chara laid down again. “What’s happening to me? Am I going to die?” Both Toriel and Asgore shook their heads.

“No, my child. We will help you all we can,” said Toriel.

“You are strong,” Asgore added.

Chara tried swallowing and immediately regretted the attempt. The burning in her throat hurt worse each time. She moaned. "Well . . . if I do, let Asriel take my soul. He can get you all out of here. You can be free. All I want is to see the flowers of my village . . . one more time."

Toriel glared at her. "Do not talk like that. We will bring you back to health. You will get better."

Chara sighed. “I . . . it hurts.”

Toriel frowned and reached out to smooth down Chara’s reddish hair a little. “I am sorry. I will look for anything about human illness.” She glanced over at Asriel and Asgore. "Come. She should probably rest."

The king nodded. “Yes.” He gave his daughter an encouraging smile before turning to leave.

Toriel approached Asriel, who still leaned in the corner near the door. By the expression on her face, Asriel could tell she knew this was tearing him up inside. Toriel held out her hand. He reluctantly took her hand in his and followed her to the door. Asriel paused to look back. Chara waved to him just before they stepped out of the room. Toriel turned out the light and closed the door.

Chara groaned, covering her head with the blanket. Strange feelings filled her. Her stomach ached now and mouth felt even worse. She actually hadn’t expected this. It was growing worse faster than she thought. Her strength was leaving quickly. That was okay. She wouldn't have to deal with the pain for too long. Chara sighed. But this had to be done, and she knew she wouldn’t completely cease to exist. She would still be aware as long as her soul was alive.

The next several hours were nothing but a painful, disgusting blur for the sick human. Due to an announcement from Asgore, the whole kingdom heard the news. Everyone was worried. They wished her to recover. Each monster searched for any and all information they might have about human illness, but none of them knew what to do. Chara grew worse, while the Dreemurrs continued trying their best to bring her back to health or at least make her comfortable. Asriel couldn't bring himself to see her much during that time. Toriel was by her side almost constantly. The few times Asriel did come to see Chara, she didn't want to respond. Either that or she physically couldn’t.

“I don’t understand,” Asriel’s voice said. “It wasn’t like this for dad at all. Chara . . . did you know it was going to be this painful?” She opened her eyes and slowly shook her head.

As more time dragged by and her life and strength grew faint, Chara would hear the Dreemurrs calling her, telling her to hang on.

"Chara . . . can you hear me?" said the voice of Toriel. "We want you to wake up."

"Chara . . . you have to stay determined," said Asgore's voice. "You . . . can't give up. You are the future of humans and monsters."

Chara couldn't respond to them. She felt as if she was drifting away into the dark where she still lay in her bed. The voices of her family grew more faint. Chara knew she was close to death. At this point, she welcomed an end to the pain. She only hoped Asriel wouldn’t let her down.

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promisedangel · 6 years

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A Curious Condition

This oneshot is a gift for my most active and loyal follower, @not-a-heathen-potato ! If there’s one follower who’s done so much to support me, it’s them. They’ve already given me three pieces of lovely fanart, and so much general support that keeps me going. As a gift, I offered them a free writing commision, in which they requested my take on classic Flowey’s first timeline. I certainly hope it was worth the wait!

Enjoy!

Among the golden flowers within Asgore’s throne room, one flower strangely stirred. Eyes opened on the center of the flower, at first not fully awake, but soon shot open in shock. The flower’s eyes darted around the throne room, desperate to make sense of their situation. It found that it could not move and looked down at itself. It froze in shock, tears began to drop from its eyes. It looked around the room and called out in a child’s voice, “Mom! Dad! Someone help me!” The flower waited and waited, but they could hear nothing other than their sobs. Nobody came. The flower curled their stem downwards, even their petals seemed to wilt slightly. They sobbed quietly once more, quietly begging for someone to hear them, “Please…. Somebody…” But nobody came. Not for a few hours, at least. The flower did nothing but cry throughout the hours, so much so that they did not hear the large footsteps that eventually approach. A deep voice rang softly, curiously, “A crying flower? How curious.”

The flower paused their weeps at the sound of the voice. It was familiar. The flower turned towards the voice to find the King of all Monsters, Asgore Dreemurr, kneeling down to examine them. The flower cried out in desperation and panic, “Dad! It’s me! Asriel!” Asgore’s eyes widened at the name, he nearly covered his mouth and hesitated to speak, “But… that is not possible…” Asriel wept through his word, “Please… believe me, I don’t know what happened either! I was just… going along with Chara’s plan and-“ “Chara…” The king’s expression became downcast at the other name spoken, his hand lowered to his side, “I… haven’t heard anyone say that name in… such a long time.” Asriel paused and calmed slightly, but was still distraught, “It… just feels like I woke up from a night’s sleep.” “…If... you really are… Asriel… It has been years.” “YEARS?!” The flower screeched in shock, “But, but how?” Asgore settled onto the flowers in front of Asriel, “Why don’t you start with what you remember?” Asriel sighed, “Well… Chara… they asked me to help feed them buttercups… and… they died… and it was really bad…” Asgore intervened with a small shock, “That sickness… they asked you to poison them?! Why?” “Chara had a plan… I didn’t like it when it got to that point. They died and I absorbed their soul. We then took Chara’s body… and walked out of the barrier.” Asriel paused, but Asgore encouraged him, “It is alright, Asriel. I am not mad. I only want to know what happened.” Asriel nodded, “We went to a village at the bottom of the mountain, and Chara put their body in the center of the village. In a bed of the golden flowers they talked about.” Asriel looked around the room curiously, “Like… these flowers…” Asgore nodded, “Yes… they began to blossom after….” Asgore’s words trailed off, so Asriel continued, “The humans were scared of us, and Chara wanted to kill them…. That was the plan. We’d get the rest we need. But… I couldn’t do it. The humans… they looked so scared. I froze up, and… I remember hurting a lot. Chara then picked up their body and ran us back here…” Asriel looked up at Asgore, “Then… I woke up like this…” Asgore leaned towards Asriel, “Asriel… you… you and Chara, I should say… you two came here and… turned into dust.” Asriel’s eyes widened in realization, “We… died?” Asgore began to gently wrap a hand around Asriel’s flower form, as though to bring it into a hug, “There, there. Everything is going to be alright.” Asgore began to choke up on his words, “We can… be a family again…” Asgore laid his face into the flowers before Asriel and began to sob. Asriel stayed there. A stunned expression upon his face. Confusion, bewilderment, no comfort came. He remembered a hug always helped, but this one… nothing. He knew it wasn’t the shock of dying; something was… missing. Something important. Something he could not place.

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Asgore began to stay with Asriel in the throne room. He would only leave the room to eat or sleep. Asgore tried to help Asriel eat as well, but found that no food worked. He eventually tried watering Asriel, and that seemed to work, much to both of their surprise.

Asgore caught Asriel up on his side of the situation. Toriel leaving, declaring war on humankind, and even a few humans had fallen since Asriel died. All of them Asgore had killed. Asriel raised a brow curiously, “Why did you have to kill them?” Asgore sighed, setting down his cup of tea before he spoke, “Every monster is now counting on me to free them. I… I have no choice.” “Did you… collect Chara’s soul?” Asgore shook his head, “No. Chara’s soul seemed to disappear with your death.” Asriel mused in an even tone, “Maybe… if I was able to come back… maybe Chara could, too?” Asgore looked away shamefully, “I… it is selfish of me, but… As much as I would like to see them again, I do not think I would want this for them.” Asriel snipped lightly, “So you wouldn’t want to see them.” Asgore blinked in surprise, “But I would, but I would like to see them as… well, themselves. I would also like to see you as yourself, Asriel.” Asriel spoke curiously, “Are you saying that I’m not myself?” Asgore spoke carefully, “You do seem to… act a little different.” Taking the insult, Asriel inquired in a snide manner with his eyes narrowed, “Different… how?” “Well, things like that. You never used to be this… snide. You also seem a little distant. I only say these things because I care about you. I do not mean to insult you.” “Still an insult.” Asgore gave a defeated sigh and deeply frowned, “Perhaps it is…I apologize…You are in a difficult situation and…I should take care to help you…”

Asriel looked at his father’s frown and… raised a brow. Normally such an expression would cause Asriel to also be sad, to sympathize with the feeling. Yet, no such feeling came to them. No feeling came at all. Asriel began to think on what his father had said, wanting to understand. Asriel’s eyes suddenly widened, “That’s it!” Asgore looked down at Asriel, understandably confused, “What is it, Asriel?” Asriel loudly proclaimed, “I don’t care!” Asgore paused with a long, bewildered expression, “I am sorry… I do not understand.” Asriel growled in frustration, his mouth became sharp unconsciously, “Are you deaf?! That’s what’s wrong with me! I. Don’t. Care!” Asgore narrowed his eyes for a second before they widened in the same realization, “That... makes sense…” Asriel calmed and spoke curiously, “So… I can’t care… can that be fixed?” Asgore mused, “I do not know… I would… imagine such a magic could exist… but… many things other than lives were lost in the war.” Asriel replied in a huff, “So, the only monsters that could fix me are dust.” Asgore stood, his tone turned to soothing, “Perhaps not. I will see if I can find anyone who knows of such magic. It should only take a few days. Please, be patient, Asriel.” Asriel rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I’ve got anywhere to go…”

Asgore nodded before he said his goodbye to Asriel. He left the throne room, determined to find a solution. And so, Asriel was left alone. He gave a large sigh and muttered, “There’s no way this is going to work…” Asriel stayed there for a while before he noticed he was dried out slightly. Asgore was nowhere in sight, he was most likely out of the castle by then. Asriel grumbled in annoyance before he noticed the watering can was at the end of the large garden of golden flowers. Far away from him. Asriel leaned forward, as though trying to reach toward the can. After a few seconds of grunts and leans, Asriel stood his stem upright once more. He groaned and leaned back as though to lie on the ground. Asriel felt himself sink very slightly into the ground. He blinked in confusion and stood his stem once more. He felt normal again. He narrowed his eyes and concentrated on his roots. He used the small number of roots to pull himself ground-ward. He found himself pulled in swiftly. He gasped in shock as he disappeared into the dark dirt. Somehow, he could move, but just barely. He couldn’t speak. He could barely see. He wanted out. He tried to do what he did in reverse. He popped out of the ground. He instinctually gasped for air as he curled downwards.

It took Asriel a few moments to collect himself before he fully realized what happened. He looked towards the watering can and thought about it quickly. He pulled himself downwards once more, but this time moved through the dirt using his roots to push along with his head from side to side in substitution of arms. He popped out of the ground next to the watering can. He gave himself a victorious grin before he tipped the can over. Water spilled forth like a broken dam and flooded himself and the flowers around him. The soil beneath him was absolutely drenched, and the water only reached a quarter of the garden. He sighed with a bitter expression, “Guess I can’t get everything right…”

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Asgore occasionally returned within the next few days. Upon his next arrival, Asriel was quick to show his new movement, much to Asgore’s shock and amazement. The two quickly found out that Asriel could even wriggle through cracks in the stone and small gaps in wooden flooring. It was tough but doable. He could travel.

Asgore returned with no news of a monster that knew about any sort of magic that could restore Asriel. After those few days, Asriel and Asgore were talking within the confines of the Dreemurr home. Asriel huffed in frustration, “Everyone in the underground knows about you’re asking about this magic, right?” Asgore nodded, sitting in Toriel’s chair, “Yes. I have been thorough.” Asriel raised his voice, nearly roaring in anger, “Well, apparently not!” Asgore jumped slightly, startled by Asriel’s sudden shout. He kept his voice calm but firm, “Asriel, please. There is no need for that. We just have-“ Asriel swiftly interrupted him, his mouth became sharp, “Patience is useless! Everyone’s heard about your damn request, and no one knows how to do it!” Asgore frowned, “Asriel, please… I know-“ Asriel groaned before he roared, “No! You don’t know! You can’t know what it’s like not able to feel love or compassion! You weren’t the one that helped Chara eat those flowers! You weren’t the one that felt all those humans attack us. And, you’re not the one stuck in a goddamned, loveless flower!”

Asgore became downcast. He said nothing as Asriel regained his breath and calmed down. After a few moments of silence, Asriel spoke darkly, “I’m done. If you can’t help me, then you’re useless to me.” Asriel disappeared into the ground, far too quickly for Asgore to react. Asriel resurfaced outside the home. He heard the cries of his father, calling out his name, “Asriel! Please! I can help! Please…” Asriel heard Asgore began to loudly sob, “Please… don’t leave me alone again…” Asriel once more focused on his father’s cries. He expected to feel pain for leaving and making Asgore cry. No such emotions came. The one thing he wanted, he knew Asgore wasn’t the one who could provide it. He easily turned around and began to search for some way to return to normal. He had an entire unground of monsters to consult, after all.

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Asriel began to search the underground for anyone that could help him. He’d talked to many monsters, even helped a few. Nothing helped, and no attachment to them formed. He ventured all around the underground until he was deep within Snowdin Forest. He came across a large, stone door. He examined it curiously, “A door, all the way out here?” His eyes widened in a realization, “Wait… this… this has to be… Home…” Asriel disappeared under the door and reappeared on the other side. He saw there was a long, singular hallway. One that he recognized, “This was… our first home…” Asriel looked up, recognizing that the hallway was lit by wall sconces. He crooked his head, causing his petals to flip slightly, “That’s weird. Is someone living here?” He looked down the long hallway and mused aloud, “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

He traveled down the hall. He expected the warm feeling of nostalgia, but even that didn’t feel as it should. He felt the memories wash over him, but they felt… hollow. It was as if he was viewing pictures of a stranger’s life that he remembered. Or reading a story of a character he could not connect with. Even as he appeared at the top of the stairs, the emotions that would normally overwhelm him did not come back. The sad events were there in full force if they happened to himself, but all moments of love and joy were a shell of the memory.

Asriel was ripped from his pseudo-nostalgia trip when he heard a small giggle from down the hall. His eyes widened. He knew that laugh. Without thinking, he called out in confusion, “Mom?!” He heard a small object drop alongside a startled gasp. A door opened before a woman called from the room, “Is someone there?” The woman came from down the hall to the main entrance of her home, where Asriel could fully see her in the firelight. It was indeed his mother, Toriel Dreemurr. A thought crossed his mind; if he couldn’t help, could she? He always knew Toriel as the most loving person, after all. Maybe she could be the one to help fill the void.

Toriel raised a brow at the flower that had sprung between her floorboards, “A… flower? Are you alright?” Asriel frowned and spoke calmly, “Mom… it’s me, Asriel.” Toriel leaned down to examine the flower with a shocked expression, “Asriel?... could it really be-“ Toriel stood, disbelief suddenly overcame her, “No. You cannot be Asriel. He-“ Asriel nodded, “Died. Yeah. It… wasn’t pleasant. Chara asked me to help poison them with the buttercups in the garden. They got… really sick from them and died.” Toriel’s expression dropped, “We… had found flower stalks and missing buttercups… but… I did not think…” Toriel shook her head in denial, tears began to bud from her eyes, “No! My family has suffered enough! This has to be lies!” Asriel gave a long sigh before they spoke calmly, “Remember when we got the lockets for Chara and I? You said that was the first time Chara smiled. They smiled a lot of time before, but you said that was the first real smile you saw from them.” Toriel’s mouth nearly hung agape as a single tear fell from her eye, “I… I never told anyone that…” “Do you believe me now? I’m Asriel. I died… and then I woke up like… this.” More tears began to fall from Toriel’s eyes. She sat on her knees and cupped Asriel’s face gently, “I… cannot believe it… and yet I do. My child, it has been far too long. I… have missed you.” Toriel gave the top petal of Asriel’s head a kiss. Asriel expected the love and warmth of his mother’s kiss, but the love did not come. Asriel frowned, he hoped it would come in time. If anyone could allow him to love again, it would be her.

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It had been two months since he had first found Toriel, but Asriel had felt no change. The two had traded tales of what had happened since Asriel’s death. Toriel was eager to help Asriel with his condition, from telling stories to even explaining many feelings in detail. Nothing seemed to work. After a while, Asriel began to cry at night, often crying himself to sleep, much to Toriel’s chagrin. She would often try to comfort Asriel, falling asleep by his side a few times. Still nothing from all the effort.

One night, Asriel stayed up in thought. Toriel had already gone to sleep, but Asriel was still up and deep in thought. He had been there longer than with Asgore, and yet there was just as much progress. None. Asriel frowned; he thought Toriel could help, and yet he had been proven wrong. What else could he do? Run away again? To whom? He has already tried with a few other monsters of the underground. He shook his head. No, if his parents couldn’t help, no one could. They couldn’t even give Chara a chance. They were gone. More tears slowly dripped down his face. Asriel didn’t want to live like this, unable to feel any love or compassion, unable to form or appreciate attachments. What good was their life if there was no joy?

Life. Asriel thoughts drifted to what Chara had done to themselves. They had no pain now. No joy. No sadness. Just… nothing. Just like Asriel’s existence. He shook at the thought of an empty existence. If he couldn’t be with the people he loved, then there was no point to existing at all. There was no difference than not existing at all.

Asriel didn’t hesitate. He disappeared from Toriel’s home without another word. Not even a goodbye. Asriel traveled the underground until he arrived in Hotland. He traveled to the lowest level and surfaced on the edge of the dirt. He leaned forward to look at the magma below, his petals began to wilt slightly in the heat. This will do. This would be the fastest. He shook for a moment, hesitating on the thought. But, his mind then filled with what had transpired these past months. He couldn’t live like that.

With a few buds of tears, Asriel began to pull towards the magma with all of his might. He focused on pulling his own roots up out of the ground. It was a large effort, but he succeeded. He uprooted himself, and as he did, he tumbled forward towards the magma. No chance to change course, no second to reconsider. He felt that instinctual panic, but he let go. He closed his eyes and awaited to leave his mortal coil. The second he hit the magma, however, he cried out in pain and anguish. He felt burning everywhere, something even began to burn within, as though his very essence was burning as well. He tried to fight the thought that burned, but he couldn’t, despite that he felt it was too late. He clung to that thought, what happens when a monster dies? What happens to their soul?! His panic drifted to another thought, one that rang throughout his entire being: No! I don’t want to die!

The instant that thought ended so did the pain. Asriel’s eyes shot open in shock, and he breathed heavily to take it all in. The even larger shock came from his surroundings; he was back in Asgore’s garden! He paused, unsure of what was going on Was this a dream in his death throws? Was this a sick version of an afterlife? Was... all of that the dream instead? He looked down at himself and still found he was a flower. He leaned forward and put his face in the dirt with a groan. That was still real. But… what happened? Was he taken to the garden? Or was it… something more? He had an idea. He stood his stem up and called out, “Hey! Asgore! You there?” No response. Asriel growled lightly before he traveled through the ground into his old home. He found Asgore tending to piles of paperwork on the living room table. Asriel growled before he shouted, “Hey! Asgore!” Asgore jumped with a start, sending some paperwork to flutter to the floor in a small, uneven pile. Asgore set his sights on Asriel and gave a nervous chuckle, “I… I apologize. I did not realize I had arraigned to speak with someone today… How did you get in here, little flower?” Asriel tilted his head and gave a perturbed look for a second before Asriel gave a sharp mouth and raised his voice, “What the hell! I’ve been gone for only two months and you don’t recognize me?!” Asgore stood from his seat and began to examine the flower, “I… am sorry. I try to know all of my subjects, but I am afraid I have not met you as of yet. What is your name?” Asriel nearly screeched, “You already know my name! It’s-“

Asriel cut himself off, his expression calmed as a realization washed over him. This wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t an afterlife. It was real. All of it. Asgore didn’t know him because it was when he first woke up in the garden. He somehow traveled back in time. Asriel thought quickly and thought of something else to say in a much calmer voice, “I’m… Flowey. Flowey the flower!” If what he thought was true, Flowey had something to test.

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