(S1) Chapter 20: Thunderclap

Ares turned to Hephasteus, as Zeus floated above them all. Kronos growled, as a television appeared in front of him, a face of rage appearing on it. Oh my goodness gracious, that’s an Omega Flowey reference! Zeus floated down, as he raised his trident in the air, a bolt of lightning striking it and powering it up.
“Father, it seems my brother has let you free. Truly, I am disappointed… yet at the same time, quite excited.” Asgore commented, as he landed in Hades’s former throne room. Sans and Papyrus didn’t act, both standing facing one of the two forces of nature. 
“I always wanted to kill you. Yet, Poseidon stood in the way… said we needed the God of Time to keep the balance. With my new discoveries, I can instead take your place. With you dead, I will lord over both time and the underworld! I can kill the Sea King next, and lord over the ocean in turn!” Asgore declared, directing his trident at Kronos, who smiled.
“You can’t conceal this information from me, ASGORE! I am your father, and I learned this art shortly before my imprisonment. You’re fortunate that I never taught it to that sniveling rat, Hades, but now that I know you have it… I CAN’T LET YOU LEAVE HELL ALIVE!” Kronos declared. Asgore and Flowey took battle positions, as Ares and Hephasteus looked on in terror.
Frankly, they weren’t exactly expecting to get out of this one alive. For all of Sans’s bravado, he was unbelievably terrified right now- his life flashing before his eyes. 
He had had his existence torn away from him, yes- his memories flushed back. He had done horrific things, been a servant of evil, in more life than one. He had acted under the orders of… fuck, what was her name again? Star… slut? No, no, uh… cosmic whore? FUCK! That perverted cunt, over and over again. Carrying out her orders as a child. Yet, Sans… no, Ares, remembered his past vividly. As a god of war, he had carried out untold atrocities.
However, his eyes twitched. These atrocities, although in part his own, were also in part to blame on…
“ZEUS!” Ares roared, his eyes convulsing. If he had veins, he probably would’ve popped one, his grip on his spear tightening as energy coursed through his body. Asgore turned, raising an eyebrow, as if he was confused at Ares’s sudden rage. Yet, after calming, he sighed, closing his eyes and smiling.
“I see now. Well, I can’t let you two leave either way.” Asgore declared, twirling his trident around as it charged with its existing energy.
“WHAT IS IT SANS?” Papyrus asked nervously.
“I’ll explain later.” Ares declared through grit teeth.
“Asgore’s mine, you focus on the weed.” He said, his left eye glowing a bright yellow. Unsure, Hephasteus nodded, as the Underworld exploded with sudden energy.
Flowey struck first, one of his massive arms slamming down towards the duo, who both leapt out of the way. Asgore saw Sans as the more immediate threat, firing a bolt of lightning from his trident at him. Sans dashed out of the way, twirling his spear, before hurling it at the Mountain King. Asgore twirled his trident, deflecting it, before rushing Sans. Holy shit, this is metal.
Flowey swung his arm down, cackling maniacally, as time slowed to a stop. Shit, Asgore remembered that his father had time manipulation. Flowey moved to attack Asgore, who was struck, being sent flying, as time resumed. Flowey turned to Papyrus, who had leapt into the air and landed on top of his TV. Flowey looked up, grunting, as vines shot out from behind the TV, attempting to grab or otherwise stop Papyrus.
Papyrus evaded seemingly effortlessly, knocking several vines away, before slamming his hammer down on Flowey’s head. Flowey’s TV turned to static, as a loud roar of pain was heard from him, only to suddenly stop.
“Really? Is THAT the BEST YOU HAVE?!” The Titan roared, as His TV returned to normal, a pellet smacked into Papyrus from an unseen angle, knocking him off of the massive television.
Sans rushed at Asgore, who recovered from Flowey’s blow. He reached out, retrieving his spear, as he released a series of stabs towards Asgore. Asgore twirled his trident, blocking them, before catching the spear in the tongs of the blade. He breathed in, before snarling, sending fire out of his nose and towards Sans. 
Sans let go of his spear, leaping back and raising his arm as he fired a blaster at Asgore. Asgore raised a hand, the lightning coursing through his trident, as he focused it. It began to conduct all across the air around him, creating a shield to block the blast, before bouncing across it. It landed on the blaster, deactivating it, before hitting Sans, who screamed in pain from the blow.
Papyrus landed in front of Flowey, who stopped time again, as Papyrus raised his hand backward. Flowey slammed his own two hands onto Papyrus, trying to crush him as time returned.
Yet, Papyrus had predicted this, and destroyed the floor pre-emptively, preventing himself from being crushed. Papyrus hurled a hammer at Flowey, who batted it aside, as a cannon leveled itself out of the TV, firing an energy blast at Papyrus, sending him deeper into the pits of Tartarus. Flowey’s vines shot out, as he descended deeper into the castle.
As the lightning continued to course through Sans, Sans opened his eye, and redirected the shock to Asgore, stunning him enough to make him stop. Sans collapsed in exhaustion, breathing heavily. Asgore was stunned for a bit, but quickly got up. Sans stood up as well, retrieving his spear and holding a stance.
“WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO IT?!” He asked, screaming as tears began to form.
“Balance must be kept, my son. It was only logical that I sacrificed that old bastard’s children for it, he was always the one who kept me down. He was the only threat to my power!” Asgore declared, as he pointed his trident at Sans, charging it with lightning.
“I’ll… I’ll KILL YOU!” Sans shouted, as Asgore’s beam of lightning fired off. Sans swung the spear up, deflecting the lightning away and into a nearby wall, blowing a hole in it. He summoned two bones, using them as stepping stools to leap into the air, as he brought his spear down towards Asgore. Asgore caught the spear with his trident, knocking it away, as he kicked Sans in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Meanwhile, Papyrus saw himself falling deeper and deeper into Tartarus. Flowey had disappeared into the shadows, as red light flashed around him. Vines shot everywhere, as odd shapes protruded from what Papyrus assumed to be Flowey. More vines, pipes attaching to the area around. 
Suddenly, the TV’s light activated, as a simple smile appeared. It extended, revealing Flowey’s whole face, along with his massive and terrifying form, before he burst out laughing. He was a monster unrivaled, to be sure.
“TIME TO DIE, SMITH!” Flowey declared, as a blast of energy shot out of his massive mouth, lined with sharp teeth and dripping with ooze, as two bloodshot eyes tracked all of Papyrus’s movements. Flowey’s vines allowed him to chase Papyrus, as Papyrus evaded the blast. He bounced off a wall, hurling his hammer at Flowey. A bomb blocked it, as bombs rained down from the sky above.
Flies flew across the area, perpendicular to the bombs, as Papyrus dashed around to dodge. He summoned several blasters, hopping off them in a desperate effort to narrowly evade Flowey’s attacks, sweating profusely. Flowey opened his mouth, sending another beam at Papyrus.
Papyrus landed on a blaster, raising his arms as he attempted to focus on the beam. He began to resist the blast, but was quickly overwhelmed, sending him flying into the wall behind. A series of pellets flew at him, as Papyrus narrowly leapt out of the wall in time, the pellets tearing several holes in the wall of Tatartus.
“YOU PATHETIC DEITIES NEVER CEASE TO PISS ME OFF… yet, at the same time, you’re NOT one of them, are you?” Flowey asked, as Papyrus raised two hands, summoning a massive blaster. He fired it, as Flowey blocked with one of his massive arms, sighing in annoyance.
“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” Papyrus asked, diving deeper into the dark pit of Tartarus in the confines of Hades’s castle to escape Flowey’s continued wrath. Flowey pursued, his jovial smile remaining.
“YOU don’t have the glow of the other gods. You’re bulkier, no doubt. Not to mention you have REAL, PHYSICAL immortality. None of that fake spirit bullshit that these NEW GODS have. You’re like us titans, more than anything… yet the precise reason why, I can’t exactly put my finger on it.” Flowey commented, as several green, thick, eyeless snake-like beasts flew out of his mess of wires, pipes, and vines, attempting to chew up Papyrus, who narrowly dodged.
“WHY WOULD I BE LIKE YOU?! I’M A SON OF ZEUS AND HERA!” Papyrus responded, raising his arm as his hammer returned to him, using it to deflect a series of friendliness pellets. Papyrus turned around, only to realize his time was up, as he spun around, losing some momentum, but ultimately crashing into the ground, Flowey remained safely hung by his vines.
“I wondered why as well, yet, now I know! You’ve told me all about my SON’S PITIFUL SCHEME!” He declared, raising his right arm and swinging it down at Papyrus, who rolled out of the way.
Meanwhile, Sans raised his spear, firing several blasters at Asgore, who spun his trident to block the beams, before releasing a barrage of stabs at Sans. Sans slid under, knocking the trident away with his spear, as he went for a stab in the gut. Suddenly, a spear went through his own back, catching him completely off-guard.
“You thought I’d come without help? Foolish boy.” Asgore declared, as Undyne raised Sans up on her spear, hurling him into the wall.
“It seems you're in a bit over your head, son. Let’s give you some corrections.” Asgore declared, slamming his trident against the ground as it recharged with electricity.
“I’ve been WAITING for THIS ONE, ya little SHIT.” Undyne declared through gritted teeth, as Sans coughed up blood. He held his wound, groaning in pain, as he stood up with the help of his spear.
“You handle him, I need to make sure Hephasteus doesn’t rob the kill on Kronos.” Asgore directed, leaping off the platform and leaving just Sans and Undyne to battle it out.
“Asgore is not your father, but instead, Oranos!” Flowey declared to Papyrus, who was caught completely off-guard by this. Deciding not to attack, hoping he could talk Papyrus out of this, Flowey continued.
“Have you ever questioned why two goats would birth two skeletons? Why they hate their children so, to the point of killing one and throwing the other OFF OF A MOUNTAIN? That fall wasn’t an accident, Papyrus! I felt the fall from even down in HELL!” Flowey yelled, as Papyrus began to quiver, dropping his hammer. He had always known, yet never wanted to admit it. He was a reject, but it wasn’t due to him. It was due to THEM. 
Papyrus tried to control himself, as Asgore slid onto the scene, raising his trident to Flowey.
“Come on, Papyrus! Let’s finish this, son!” Asgore declared. Papyrus just stared at the King of the gods. This… this absolute backstabbing… cocksucking… unrelenting…
“PIECE OF SHIT!” Papyrus roared, dashing towards Asgore with swiftness yet unseen other than by the likes of Hermes. Asgore turned in surprise, receiving a brutal blow to the face from Papyrus’s conjoined fists.
“I TRUSTED YOU! YOU WERE NEVER MY FATHER, YOU STOLE ME FROM HIM AND TRIED TO KILL ME!” Papyrus screamed, beating Asgore down with another series of punches, as Flowey watched smugly. Asgore felt a brutal series of beatings, trying to recuperate as blow after blow slammed into him. Finally, Papyrus stopped, raising his fist again.
“I KNOW NOW WHY ARES TRIED TO KILL ALL OF YOU HORRIFIC MONSTERS!” Papyrus screamed, as he threw a punch, which Asgore caught, smirking now.
“You’re right, I did try to have you killed. You’re an ugly piece of shit, frankly, the child of a bastard AND, I never, ever, WANT TO SEE YOUR STINKING FUCKING FACE AGAIN!” Asgore yelled, as Papyrus tried to strike with his free hand, but Asgore brandished his trident, delivering a lightning-imbued blow into Papyrus, sending him flying.
Flowey sent a barrage of pellets at Asgore, who spun his trident around to parry them. Flowey dropped another barrage of bombs, as Asgore dipped, dived, and dodged around them, before sending a massive fireball at Flowey. Flowey yelped, nervously dodging, before scowling as he fired a beam of energy.
Asgore stabbed his trident into the ground, blocking the beam, before pulling it up and returning the favor with a blast of lightning. The blast struck Flowey in the mouth, as he screamed in pain, lightning thrashing across his body.
“FATHER OF FOUR, HUSBAND OF RHEA, DECEIVER OF MANY, AND KING OF DARKNESS! I, THE KING OF KINGS, SUPREME ALLFATHER, CAST YOU BEYOND THE REALM OF ANY KNOWN!” He declared, swirling his trident around, as a combined force of darkness, lightning, and fire began to swirl around him. Papyrus looked up, having recovered from the shock of the initial blow, as he saw Asgore charging this attack.
He rushed at him, firing a beam from his blaster, as Flowey fired a beam from his mouth, but Asgore responded with the curse beam at Flowey. Flowey tried to stop time, but uh-oh! It didn’t work (hey, why did he stop doing that?)! Gasp, evil curse! How un-generic! I’m sure this has never happened!
The beam overpowered Flowey's effortlessly, striking him, as he screamed in pain. His pipes disconnected, his vines shriveled, as his TV changed channels rapidly. He shook in pain, roaring, as Papyrus was blown back by the sheer power of Asgore’s attack.
Finally, Flowey fell to the ground, his TV turning off entirely, and his soul appearing above it. Asgore walked over, snatching the soul from Flowey, and absorbing it. He smiled, raising his trident, as an hourglass spun above it.
“Oh… I’m afraid that you’re out of time.” He said to Papyrus, before he dashed off to try and escape.
“USELESS GESTURE!” Asgore yelled, dashing after him, as after an intense chase which I refuse to describe since holy shit this fight has been as long as my painis, Papyrus reached the top first.
“SANS! HE ABSORBED KRONOS!” Papyrus yelled, as Sans parried a blow from Undyne.
“Wait? He’s… absorbing gods?” Undyne asked, lowering her own weapon as she quickly realized. She was also the goddess of wisdom, after all- how couldn’t she see this? The goal to kill Hades, despite the consequences- he was just trying to take all domains over! She was so stupid!
“UNDYNE, DON’T WORRY! WITH YOUR HELP, WE CAN STILL STOP HIM!” Papyrus declared, as Sans disengaged from Undyne, but kept his spear at the ready. Undyne looked up, before nodding, wielding her own spear, as they turned to the exit, only for Asgore to hurl himself up onto the platform, and into their path.
“LEAVING SO SOON?” He asked, as the castle shook from his landing. The chain attached to Frisk’s cage lowered substantially, bringing her to within view of the four combatants.
“Oh, hey Frisk.” Sans said, waving.
“Oh- wow, hey Sans! This is kinda, uh, awkward.” Frisk commented sheepishly. Asgore snarled.
“QUIT YOUR POINTLESS RABBLE! It’s time to END THIS! Undyne, KILL THEM!” He said, raising his trident to the two brothers. Undyne raised her spear, Papyrus’s back to her. Instead of stabbing it down into his back, she stabbed it into the ground.
“I won’t kill for YOU anymore, ASGORE!” Undyne declared.
“In this world, it’s KILL or BE KILLED!” Asgore declared, before dashing at the three. He had lost all royal demeanor. Now, he was a predator- and there were still two prey left unclaimed. Three, if you counted the traitor- which, to be entirely clear, he did.
The three broke into formation, Undyne attacking from the front, and the skeletons from both sides. Asgore scowled. He hated when fish was served with bones. Undyne threw a series of stabs, as Asgore parried all of them, combined with dodging a combined blast from the skeletons. He spun his trident, swinging it to the side, as lightning came down on the three, who barely jumped out of the way.
Sans dashed towards Asgore with a barrage of spear strikes, as Asgore dodged them all. Asgore threw a heavy punch at him, which Sans dodged, before slicing off a slight piece of skin from Asgore’s arm with a spear blow.
“Rick ‘em, rock ‘em, stick it to ‘em! Who’s our man? SANS!” Frisk cheered. Asgore scowled, as he stomped on the ground, using the rock as leverage to send Sans flying into the air. He pointed his trident at the bird cage.
“YOU! STAY OUT OF THIS, WHORE, OR YOU’RE NEXT!” He practically screamed, before blocking a blow from Papyrus’s hammers. Papyrus released a series of combo blows, as Asgore continued to parry, before blasting an inferno at Undyne, who was blown back. 
“…asgore, asgore, he’s our man, if he can’t do it, GREAT!” Frisk yelled in a mocking cheer.
Papyrus was now on the defensive, as a series of blows from Asgore easily annihilated his defenses, before a kick sent him tumbling away. Sans finally returned to the ground, crashing into the platform and creating a crater. They all groaned in pain, as Asgore smiled sadistically.
“FINALLY! No more of this KINGLY bullshit! No more rules, I can just LET LOOSE!” Asgore said, his smile practically already stained with the blood of the many who he intended to kill. His eyes were bloodshot, and filled with nothing but bloodthirst. The three stood up, preparing to fight. Suddenly, Sans saw a man climb up from Tartarus as he faced them. It was Gaster! Or, well, Oranos-
“Sans, remember what Yoda told you!” He said. Asgore turned, scowling, as he sent a torrent of flames at Gaster, who leapt away. OP Sans paused. Wait… OH!!! He could practically hear Yoda in his head. ‘Use the force, Harrus. Let go, you must.’ Yoda had said.
He reached down, grabbing his lightsaber, as he motioned for Undyne and Papyrus to stand back. They exchanged glances, stepping back, as Asgore continued his lethal approach. Sans ignited his lightsaber, raising it up.
“What… are you doing?” Asgore asked.
“I…” Sans said.
“Wait, no, you can’t be.” Ender said, as Cerberus entered the scene.
“Shut up.” Darkness responded, scowling.
“But… but… I-” Ender pouted.
“No, get out of here, you’re ruining the scene.” Darkness said, as Ender sighed, and Cerberus left the scene.
“HAVE…” Sans bellowed, power surging around him.
“W-WHAT?!” Asgore asked, wind practically blowing him back.
“THE POWERRRRRRR!” Sans shouted, as his lightsaber transformed into He-Man’s sword. He was… HE-SANS?!?!!? He-Sans stood tall, his skeletal muscles (what?) bulging with the strength of the sheer power of The Force.
“What is- NO! DIE!” Asgore roared, as He-Sans smirked. He dashed at Asgore, as the two exchanged blows at lightning pace. The mere clash of their blades sent shockwaves through the Underworld, as rainclouds spread through all of Greece. Thunderstorms poured down, as He-Sans and Zeus Asgore blew through the nearby wall and into the depths of the Underworld, the rain even pouring down on the both of them.
He-Sans delivered a devastating kick to Asgore’s face, sending him into the ground. Asgore bounced several times, before He-Sans dashed behind him, catching him by the back of the head. He hurled him to the ground, as Asgore bounced like a basketball, slamming into the top of the Underworld, and shaking the unfortunate village that happened to stand above this battle of cosmic proportions. 
Asgore recovered, snarling like a bull, as he dashed into He-Sans. Their clashes continued, sending several souls flying out of the River Styx.
Charon, who was just playing Mario Odyssey on his Switch, noticed the ongoing catastrophe. He watched, as several tortured souls found themselves free of the binds of the Styx.
“Hey! We’re free! We’re finally free!” One proclaimed, as Charon stared in complete shock, dropping his switch and just standing there, mouth agape. WHAT was going on at Hades’s castle?!!? He began to reconsider just letting Ares and Hephasteus pass…
Meanwhile, He-Sans delivered a crushing knee to Asgore’s face, sending him through the surface of the Underworld at Escape Velocity. Both flew out of the atmosphere, as they battled above the Earth. Their blows sent ripples through the cosmos, practically shaking the entire solar system with mere clashes.
“QUIT YOUR MEDDLING! YOU MUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE! I AM THE GOD OF THIS WORLD!” Asgore declared, regaining a burst of energy, as he flew at He-Sans, who caught his trident with the blade, glaring at his adversary, but remaining silent, as they clashed several more times.
“YOU WON’T TALK? FINE! LETS TAKE THIS SOMEWHERE SAFER!” Asgore said, grabbing He-Sans by the collar of his shirt, as they flew to Undertail.
“Wait- WHY HERE?!” He-Sans asked nervously.
“So we don’t feel pity at lost life, OF COURSE!” Asgore declared, rushing at his adversary. He-Sans shrugged, blasting towards Asgore, as their initial blow decimated Earth, tearing it in half. They flew through Undertail, their blows ricocheting off like destructive shockwaves. The poor humans of Undertail suffered casualties unknown, how dramatic!
As the battle continued, the hits intensified. The hits were too fast for, frankly, either man to effectively find a way around. The main question was not who would outmaneuver the other, but who would wear down first.
Hey, look, a DBZ fight!
Asgore raised his trident. “ENOUGH! WORLDLY BANISHMENT!” He roared, sending a blast of lightning at He-Sans. He-Sans raised his sword to block it, as the blast completely annihilated a chain of universes throughout the area, sending ripples of destruction yet untold. Asgore, you silly billy, you’re committing Universal Omnicide!
He-Sans was sent flying all the way to Timeline #934953’s Fanonswap Earth, bouncing several times before sliding to a stop, as his sword landed beside him. Asgore flew over, landing in front of him. Their sheer aura spread fear and dread through the common men. Oooo, very scary!
He-Sans knew he had to end this, too many people had already died. He raised his arm, energy forming in it.
“BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME BY MY FATHER, ORANOS. MY MOTHER, URSA, MY SUPREME CREATOR, CHAOS, AND BY THE LOVE THAT CONCEIVED ME THROUGH EROS, I SHALL TAKE YOUR LIFE HERE!” Ares declared, a lightning bolt appearing in his right hand.
Asgore staggered back.
“N-NANI!?” He screamed in Japanese, bewildered completely. That was…. no… he couldn’t! He-Sans flew through the air, flashing at several points, moving practically as a speck of light as he closed the distance.
“ZEUS… THUNDERBOLT!” He screamed, hurling the bolt of lightning at Asgore. The lightning connected, as a ball with two holes appeared to contain the destruction to a small area. Asgore was struck with the attack, attempting to catch it with both his hands. Lightning coursed through his body, as he called on his SOUL to aid him in his most desperate hour. Yet, nobody came.
He looked down, and quickly came to realize…
His soul was no more.
Asgore screamed in pain, as his attempt to harness the power of the thunderbolt was blown back. He lost his grip, lightning coursing through his body like a lethal infection. He screamed in pain, the force of entire Hyperverses collapsing was concentrated on him. He tried to hold himself together, but after enough time, his skin burnt off, and with it, his skeleton. 
The King of Kings was no more.
The blast sent a beam of the explosion one way out through the hole, that being Ares. He had used all of his Force energy on that attack, and it seemed that his time was up. He felt his consciousness fading away, as the sheer power of the Zeus Thunderbolt engulfed him, as he- wait, what?
He found himself laid down in Hades’s corridor, where he had been before the fight began. Looking down at him was Papyrus, Undyne, and Gaster.
“Oh- oh- what?” He asked.
“WELL, ORANOS IS THE SKY ITSELF.” Papyrus said, shrugging. Sans paused, raising a finger as he prepared to object.
“Trust me, you have no idea how far you can stretch the idea of ‘the sky.’” Gaster clarified. Sans chose not to question it- after all, it’s not like questioning the thing that had just saved his life got him much.
Sans looked up at Frisk’s cage, only to see the bottom open peacefully. Frisk calmly floated down to the ground, as Sans looked on in awe. Frisk floated down to the ground, landing ever so perfectly.
“WAIT- WHAT EVEN TRIGGERED THE CAGE TO OPEN JUST NOW?!” Papyrus questioned. Gaster shrugged.
Sans got up, still pretty badly wounded. He was obviously forced out of his He-Sans form, so taking that blast hadn’t been great. Frisk walked over to him, as he looked down at her, smiling slightly as blood seeped from one of his eye holes. He winced slightly, as Frisk cleaned it up with a handkerchief.
“Let’s get you back to Mt. Olympus. We can address down here when that time comes.” She said, Sans turned to his brother and Undyne, who both nodded. 
After a long journey, they arrived on Mt. Olympus, faced by Hera and the other gods, who looked on in uncertainty. 
“Sans the Skeleton. With all the power vested in me, as you are the legal son of the last King of the gods, and you have beaten him in mortal combat, I declare sponsorship for you to be the new King of the gods.” She declared, as Sans paused. Wait, holy shit, that was right. Kronos had beaten Oranos, Zeus had beaten Kronos, and now- he had beaten Zeus.
“Wait, wait, I’m not ready for that kinda thing-“ He said, waving his hands slightly. The gods murmured amongst themselves. Zeus was dead? Zeus was dead? Ares killed Zeus? Athena was with Ares? Oranos was back?
“Er- what? You’re not going to take your father’s throne?” Frisk questioned, before pausing.
“Your legal father’s throne.” She corrected herself.
“No, no. I’m not a political- er, guy. I don’t want to rule.” He said. She paused. This was… unprecedented. More murmurs came. Never, in the entire dynastic cycle, had a son chosen not to rule.
“Alright, so, I’m still… getting used to this… god, thing. I’ve usually just been a… guy. Harrus, technically. I know a lot of you don’t think well of me, and that’s- fair. I don’t blame you, as much as I hold a lot of anger towards you lot, I feel as if turning over a new leaf is preferable.” Ares explained, moving next to Zeus’s former throne. 
“So, uh, I’m not becoming King. I’ve got a lot more to learn before I’m ready for that. Technically, my father, Oranos, is the legal king- Kronos never defeated him in proper combat, just ambushed him and, er-“ Ares winced.
“That’s back.” Oranos said, frowning.
“Yeah, I figured, but-“ Ares winced. Oranos scowled. Ares backed off, as Oranos walked up to the hill on which Zeus’s throne sat.
“I understand many of you do not know me well. I am a primordial, as you all know. I have spent millenia perfecting my mortal body, left in Tartarus by the actions of Zeus and Kronos. I believe I have repented for the sins dealt upon Mother Earth, and will seek a reconciliation when the time comes.” Oranos declared.
“I intend to allow my son to take his own path, but I nominate Hephasteus King of the Underworld in Hades’s stead. Technically, the title should fall to Ares, but…” Oranos said, being cut off by Ares.
“Yeah, I abdicate.” He said sheepishly. Hephasteus seemed quite excited at his new role.
“…right. So, I will take up the duties of the god of time, and Athena will simply continue her duties as the goddess of war. Ares’s title of god of war was thrust upon him without his will, so as of now, he is free of immortal obligations. However, as a term to this, he is not allowed to return to Mt. Olympus until he regains his godhood.” Oranos declared.
“Is that understood?” Oranos asked.
“You got it.” Ares said, giving a simple salute.
“Fantastic. Now, with that out of the way, you may all disperse- just know a lot will be changing around here, this whole airhead aesthetic is driving me up a wall…” Oranos declared, as the crowd dispersed, still murmuring rumors and gossip amongst each other. However, Hera walked up to the throne.
“I must apologize, my king. I know I should have stopped Asgore’s actions, but, I-“ Toriel said, looking up.
“That is fine. Your apology is sincerely accepted. Just apologize on my behalf to Poseidon, please. I imagine he’s quite grieving for his father and brother, he didn’t show up here today.” He said. She nodded, and walked off with Undyne, leaving Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, and Gaster alone in the throne room.
“Well, Sans, this is the first time we’ve seen each other since your birth- and we’re already saying goodbye. Ironic, isn’t it?” Gaster commented, sighing slightly with a chuckle to it.
“It really is… but, say, my mother was Ursa… I remember that much. Where…” He paused.
“Ah. Ursa was a mortal who I attempted to impregnate in order to create a set of warriors to slay Kronos and retake my throne. Yet, as a primordial, my sheer power destroyed her, so I had to take you and your brother up into the sky before you could be born.” Gaster explained.
“You’re technically both demi-gods, but the primordial gene is extremely pure, so the vast majority of your blood is godlike.” Gaster finished.
“Thanks, uh, dad. We’ll meet again, I promise.” Sans said.
“I know you’re not… ‘really’ Ares… anymore, but know that I will always consider you my son. Even if only his spirit truly lives in your body. Just tell me whatever you’re comfortable with.” Gaster said, nodding.
“Ares or Sans is fine. I don’t feel as much of a connection to my past as you might think.” Sans responded. Gaster nodded, smiling warmly. Sans walked over to Papyrus.
“SANS! I GET TO BE KING OF THE UNDERWORLD! THEY’LL BUILD STATUES FOR ME, AND I CAN GIVE ALL OF THEM FREE SPAGHETTI! I CAN EVEN MAKE CHARON A NEW BOAT, AND, AND-“ Papyrus bragged, going on a rapid tangent, as Sans chuckled.
“You’ll do great, bro, but uh… cool it down, a bit, alright?” Sans asked.
“ER, YEAH, NO PROBLEM. WE’LL KEEP IN A TOUCH, ALRIGHT? TELL ME HOW STOPPING THAT ‘HAM’ WEIRDO GOES.” Papyrus said, giving Sans a handshake, as they both smiled, before hugging, as Papyrus skipped off. Gee, he was sure excited to go to the Underworld.
That left Frisk.
“Well, this is… a bit weird.” Sans said, turning to Frisk, who looked up at him, smiling warmly.
“Yeah. I know.” She agreed, as they both stood there for a bit, saying nothing. Sans suddenly felt very hot, as he scratched the back of his skull. Frisk bounced up and down a bit, biting her lip awkwardly.
“Keep in touch?” He reasoned.
“Yeah, sure.” She agreed, turning away from him. They stood there for a moment, only for them to come together and kiss. That felt… weird. Then again, Sans was kissing the literal goddess of love, so…
“You don’t need a belt of affection to make me fall for you~” He said flirtingly, now fully indulging, as she chuckled, still blushing with embarrassment.
Gaster cleared his throat.
“FUCK-“ Sans yelled, remembering that Gaster was still watching from the front of the room.
“Yeahsobyefriskseeyouaround.” Sans said, quickly dashing away from the situation like a cartoon character. Frisk nodded, rubbing the back of her head as she chuckled to herself.
||| And now, the full gang is back together |||
“FINALLY, BACK TO THE MAIN PLOT, HOLY SHIT!” Papaya shouted exasperatedly. Yup, Papaya, back to the main plot. OPtale’s arc is done, and now we’re running close to the Finale. Just gotta get through the Forest of Gadness, and we’re at the Temple of Gad.
OP Sans suddenly teleported into the Dababy Car, landing between Adam and Error, who turned to him in shock. OP Sans was still bright red, pulling up his jacket hood. Guh, he hated this.
“You look like you just kissed a girl in front of your dad without realizing he was still there.” Adam observed keenly.
“That’s oddly specific.” River pointed out.
“WAIT, NOTHING’S GONNA HAPPEN? THAT’S ABOUT THE END OF THE CHAPTER?!” Papaya asked.
Yes, Papaya. 
“WHAT THE FUCK!? WE WENT THROUGH ALL THAT, AND WE JUST GET A SHORT AS FUCK EPILOGUE?” Papaya pouted like a little fucking bitch with a bitch-ass LIBERAL voice.
“MY VOICE DOES NOT FUCKING SOUND LIKE THAT!” Papaya roared. Gee, quit complaining.
Anyhow, chapter’s not over, cliffhanger for OPtale.
“WHAT?! BUT WE-“
||| One last scene of OPtale, I promise |||
As Kronos’s corpse sat in the smack-dab middle of the deepest, darkest pits of Tartarus, Atlas crawled over. He motioned to his fellow titans, as they picked the corpse of their ex-king apart. They broke apart the TV, ripped the pipes, and the whole shebang. Suddenly, Atlas noticed something. He tore some vines off, and saw a hand reach out.
It was the hand of Chara, who groaned, crawling his way out of Kronos’s innards, sticking his tongue out in disgust. He turned to see the titans, all staring at him questioningly.
“Oh, hey guys. I actually think we can all cut… what do you call a… mutually beneficial agreement?”
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