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Keywords story 12679, undertale 9488, to 3265, asriel 2671, toriel 2646, au 2327, i 2041, sans 1085, alphys 644, go 622, frisk 606, undyne 536, asgore 424, papyrus 412, dont 392, flowey 362, want 286, chara 285, mettaton 222, determination 106, let 50
Asriel was descending. As the last few monsters souls slipped from his grasp, he committed their feelings to memory. Thoughts of love, hope, friendship, each was stored away in its proper place, to be reflected on when he no longer had feelings of his own. Ho would not reset. He could not, not ever, so if an echo of tenderness was all he could ever have, it would have to be enough.
She was watching him, still wearing that strange expression he could never quite read. When his feet touched the ground in the empty place they had gone to during the battle, he forced a smile. "Frisk...I have to go now."
He watched her face for some reaction, some indication of her feelings. She was reaching forward, she was about to speak. Would she try to stop him? Would she cry, or tell him not to go? She was a good person, and he didn't think he could bear it if she asked her to stay. Fighting off a rising panic, he pressed on before she could say anything against it. "W-without the power of the human souls, I can't keep maintaining this form. In a little while, I...I'll turn back into a flower. I'll stop being myself. I'll stop being able to feel love again."
That did it. He saw her wilt, as if she'd been struck a blow. He could see the tears forming in her eyes as surely as he felt them welling up in his own. He tried unsuccessfully to fight them back. He didn't want to cry in front of her. He didn't want that to be the last memory they had. But he couldn't help it, he felt his throat close up as the tears spilled over and down his face. "So...Frisk..." Sniffing and wiping them away, he tried for his best impression of an encouraging smile. "It's best if you just forget about me, okay?"
In the wake of his tears, he felt empty. He welcomed it, the hollow feeling that came after grief. He didn't want to feel this, didn't want to face the fear and the grief of knowing he was going to lose himself and there was nothing that could be done about it. It was better this way, if it happened quickly. All that was left was to send her away, let them all get started with their lives. And yet, despite the emptiness that was creeping across his heart, he couldn't look at her. For some reason, he couldn't face that hope anymore, knowing she would still be yearning for something better. He hung his head, stared down at the void, and dismissed her. "Just go be with the people who love you." (Because I can't anymore.)
There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of footsteps in the dark. Good, she was leaving. But when he looked up, she was coming towards him. He wanted to push her away, yell at her to go and to leave him alone, but he felt so drained. He didn't have the strength anymore. And the her arms were around him, holding him close, as if to say 'it's going to be okay'. He felt his knees give slighty as he returned the embrace, laying his head upon her shoulder. And then, there it was, a feeling, something he couldn't quite describe. It was faint and distant, far removed from the soulless thing he was doomed to turn into, but it was there. A very clear sense that he wanted to be here. He wanted to stay, to keep holding on, to be with her and all her friends, to go places and do things and laugh and cry and love and all of the other things that very soon he would never be able to do anymore. It brought fresh tears to his eyes, and he couldn't help but laugh quietly as he realized the bitter truth.
"...I don't want to let go..."
His breath caught, the laugh that had been about to emerge dying in his throat as he stepped away, knees trembling. Those were his words. They were supposed to be his words, should have been his words. But they had come from her. She spoke the words before he could, and he knew exactly what that meant. "Frisk...you...?"
"I don't want to let go." She was smiling. She was crying. She was holding him again, even as he tried to back away. "I won't let go. I'm going to save you."
He felt a surge of panic, and he tried to fight her off, to push her away. "Frisk, you can't!" But she wouldn't let go. He fought harder, shoving at hr arms and pushing her away. "Don't you get it!? You can't, Frisk!" He was angry, furious. They had been here before, at least once. They'd had a future, a life ahead of them, freedom. And she reset. She reset everything, took them back here, back to the dark and the pain, and it was his fault. Even now, it was still all his fault. He screamed at her. "You can't, Frisk! You CAN'T!!"
"Well, actually, umm...she can." There was someone else, another presence there in the dark place. Shaking, he turned, and there she was. Alphys, her white lab coat sticking out against the dark, even though she was just a Soul, hovering around Frisk. "I've SEEN the data! It's a long shot, but it can be done! A-and I know Frisk can do it. She even saved me, after I did all those terrible things, so...so I know she can save you too! I just know it!"
Asriel was angry, but more than that, he was scared. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to have a future, to move on. He wanted to scream at the both of them, yell at them to give up, but before he could, a firm hand clamped down upon his shoulder and held him back. It spun him around with such force that his shoulder ached, and brought him face to face with the captain of the royal guard. She wasn't smiling. "Look, this isn't your choice to make. I was there, remember? I watched you die. Never mind that no captain could get away with leaving the prince behind in the underground. I, personally, am not going to leave you behind. And THEY agree with me!"
As the Soul of Undyne joined her partner next to Frisk, two more materialized at his side, and every objection he was about to raise died in his throat as his mother and father knelt beside him. She was smiling, she was crying, so much like Frisk herself as she held him close against her. "Do not be afraid, my child. I, Toriel, am going to keep you safe. I..." He could hear her choke back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. "I...I am going to bring you home."
When his mother stood, his father took her place, leaning down to hold him with the strongest arms he had ever known. "There is nothing I would not do to bring you back to us. Do you understand, Asriel?" He held him by the shoulders, staring into his eyes with all the authority of a Father and a King. "There is no future I would not give up if it meant I had the chance to save you. Trust in Frisk. She is a good person, and together, with all of our might, we WILL bring you home."
As his mother and father turned back into Souls and joined the others near Frisk, Asriel knelt on the floor and cried like a child. So much love, so much hope, and it was all going to be thrown away for something that couldn't be done. "You can't..." He sobbed, pleading, begging to them to understand. "You just can't, okay? There isn't a way. Please! Please just go, let everyone live and be happy and forget about me, please!"
"just give up. i did." And there it was, the voice that at one time he never, ever wanted to hear again. Sans, the judgement, one blue eye aflame, was starting at him, and he felt the fury building again. "How...how could you? You, of all people...you know what this means!" He was up, grabbing the skeleton by the folds of his jacket, shaking him. "How can you let her do this!? Why aren't you stopping her!?" His smile never broke, even as he was throttled with such force that Asriel was afraid his skull would pop off and roll away in the dark. That one blue eye bored into him with the knowledge of a thousand resets, before the skeleton simply shrigged and shook his head. "i know better. if you think i'm not scared, you're wrong. i'm as scared as you are. but..." Flashing that smile again, Sans winked at him. "i don't want to have a bad time. you and i, we both know what happens if you try to stop her when she's determined." Casually, as if it were the easiest thing in the world, Sans walked away, and somehow his fingers simply couldn't keep their grip on the skeleton's jacket. It was like trying to hold air. "oh, by the way, that was a lie. the truth is, if everyone cares that much about you, you must be someone worth saving. right, papyrus?"
"THAT'S RIGHT!" From out of nowhere, Sans' brother was taking his place at Asriel's side. "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, COULD NOT POSSIBLY LEAVE YOU! IF WE LEFT YOU BEHIND, YOU COULDN'T HANG OUT WITH US! AND THEN I COULDN'T COOK YOU SPAGHETTI!" Smirking, the elder skeleton crossed his arms, while his scarf billowed dramatically in a non-existant wind. "BUT DON'T WORRY! BECAUSE WE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU BEHIND! FRISK IS A GOOD PERSON, AND SHE BELIEVES IN YOU! AND I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE NEVER KNOWN HER TO BE WRONG ABOUT ANYTHING! SO I AM ABSOLUTELY SURE THAT EVERYTHING WILL TURN OUT OKAY!"
He could still hear Papyrus' 'nyeh-heh-heh' on the air as he turned back into a Soul and joined the others. They were all orbiting Frisk, falling into Frisk, and more were joining them. The human Souls, monster Souls, every Soul in the underground, they were all converging upon Frisk of their own volition, as though they all shared the same singular purpose. Almost as if, somehow, every last being in the underground wanted to save him, even after everything he'd done. "Frisk...no..." He was sniffling again, crawling towards his friend. "Don't do this, Frisk. You have a future, you...you have a life! Everyone has a chance to be happy now! i don't want you to take that away, I don't want everyone to give that up! Not for me, not for this. So...please! Please don't reset, Frisk!"
Frisk was smiling at him. She was kneeling, holding him under the arms and standing him up again to face her. "I'm not giving up the future, Asriel. see?" She was holding something, something small and square. It was a photograph, and as he stared at it, he felt his throat close again. Everyone was there, standing on a cliff, against a backdrop of the sunset. Frisk, surrounded by all her friends. Sans and Papyrus, looking cool. Undyne and Alphys, arm in arm, clearly ecstatic to be together. Toriel and Asgore, arm in arm, as if all the bitterness and separation between them had never happened. And between them, cradled by both, was...was...
Sniffling, he let the photograph fall to the ground between their feet. "Just...just promise me one thing, okay, Frisk?" He looked up at her, fighting back all the fer, all the grief, and not daring to hope. "Promise me you're still going to save everyone, okay? I...I won't forgive you if everyone doesn't get to be happy. So you gotta promise me, okay? That you, everyone, you'll all still be able to be happy. You better make that happen, Frisk, so promise!"
He could feel it, feel the pull inside his consciousness as time began to rewind. Standing outside the stream, he watched their fight play out in reverse. Watched Frisk re-trace her journey through the underground, before the core, before Hotlands, Before Waterfall and Snowdin, and, in a flash, watched her asced back out of the mountain from which she fell. Everything, all that they had accomplished, undone in an instant. And still, time went back. He watched monsters going about their days in reverse, living their lives backwards. And he saw himself, just a flower, toying with their lives. He saw the loop, ten thousand resets, a million years and more of him just passing the time, events done, undone, re-done, and undone again all in an instant, and then even further back, before the start of it all. Before he could see his own life play back to him in reverse, Frisk turned him away, held him close. "I promise. It'll be okay, so you can let go now. I'll see you soon, all right?"
Still crying to himself, he laughed. "I...I still don't want to let go, Frisk. I don't ever want to let go." He felt a pat upon his shoulder, comforting, reassuring. And then, after one last squeeze, he pulled away, and let his mind get caught up in the Reset before everything he ever knew faded to black.
Asriel Dreemurr, crown prince of the underground, couldn't believe his eyes. He stood in shock, gazing upon the field of yellow flowers and the thing that lay unconscious within it.
There was a human in the Underground.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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"Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind." - Lilo and Stitch

Undertale: Ohana tells the story of what happens when the protagonist, Frisk, takes the above quote to heart, and decides to SAVE Asriel no matter what it takes, even if that means risking the entire timeline.

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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 8 years, 1 month ago
Rating: General

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Lucifus
8 years, 1 month ago
That's an interesting idea I've not seen before. Power up the whole "time manipulation" and shoot back to before this all started.
I liked the style.
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