Underearth/Book 3/Chapter 13

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The throne room wasn't all that far away. Upon arriving, Frisk could hear Asgore talking to himself.

"Curious." he said. "I've never seen a plant... cry before."

As Frisk approached, he stepped on something that snapped, alerting Asgore his presence.

Asgore flipped around, finding Frisk standing close behind him.

"Oh, you must be the one that flower just warned me about. Howdy!"

Frisk didn't respond. He simply stared at Asgore with his monotonous empty eyes.

"Erm..." Asgore started saying. "What kind of Monster are you...? Sorry, I cannot tell. Well, we can always—"

Frisk drew the dagger.

"Now, now." Asgore said upon seeing this. "There's no need to fight. Why not settle this... Over a nice cup of tea?"

Frisk took a swipe at Asgore, cutting his legs wide open. From this damage, Asgore fell to his knees.

"Why... You..." he started saying.

Before he could speak further, a hundred small white orbs appeared around him, all closing in on him soon after. Upon being struck with these orbs, Asgore turned to dust. When his SOUL revealed itself, a hundred orbs appeared around that, too, and closed in, destroying it as well.

"It was all a trick, see?" Flowey said from behind Asgore's dust. "I was waiting to kill him for you! After all it's me your best friend!" Flowey's face morphed into a replica of Asriel's "I'm helpful, I can be useful to you. I promise I won't get in your way."

Frisk began approaching Flowey, still brandishing the dagger.

"I can help..." Flowey continued stammering, now sounding to be on the verge tears. "I can... I can..."

Frisk stopped moving directly in front of Flowey, the miserable flower looking up at him, now fully crying.

"Please don't kill me." Flowey pleaded.

Frisk brought the dagger he'd taken from Asriel’s room in the previous World up, and shot it down straight into Flowey's face. Upon being punctured, Flowey let out a scream of great pain. Frisk, in response, pulled the knife out and sank it again into another part of Flowey. Then again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, until Flowey the Flower was no more than a few worthless petals.

Finally, it was over.

As Frisk turned to leave the throne room, pain gripped his chest. Very much different from the burning sensations before, it felt as though something was ripping out his heart. After a few second of the pain, Frisk collapsed to the ground and blacked out.

Sometime later, Frisk began to open his eyes. He was still in the throne room, lying in the flowers that decorated its floor. The pain from before was there, yet different, and much milder. In this drowsy state, Frisk also noticed how... light his chest felt.

When he started to stand, it felt as though every muscle in his body had been exercised to oblivion, as they all screamed in pain when he tried to move. Each time he tried, he would collapse back onto the ground. After a few more failed attempts, Frisk noticed somebody walking towards him. He could only see their legs. They wore brown leather boots and leather-brown pants. When they'd gotten near Frisk, the figure stopped, offering him their hand.

Frisk looked up at the hand that was being offered to him. It was Human, and quite fair in color. Frisk took their hand. They were warm, yet something about this felt off to Frisk. Upon taking their hand, the figure helped Frisk up onto their feet. Now standing, Frisk got a better look at the Human who had helped him.

They were female, had neck-length brown hair, rosy cheeks, fair skin, and crimson eyes. Atop her boots and pants, she also wore a green shirt with a single yellow strip running around its mid-section.

"Greetings." she spoke in a soft, soothing voice. "I am Chara."

Upon hearing her name, chills climbed Frisk's spine.

"Thank you." she then said. "Your power awakened me from death. My 'Human SOUL'. My 'DETERMINATION'. They were not mine, but *yours*."

Chara began to wander around the room.

"At first, I was so confused. Our plan had failed, hadn't it? Why was I brought back to life?"

She went silent for a second. Then she turned back to face Frisk.

"You." she said. "With your guidance, I realized the purpose of my reincarnation. Power." as she said this, she brought her arms out wide. "Together, we eradicated the enemy and became strong."

Chara then began walking towards Frisk.

"Now." she said. "Now, we have reached the absolute. There is nothing left for us here. Let us erase this pointless World, and move on to the next."

When Chara finished saying this, she offered her hand to Frisk.

Frisk just stood there, wide-eyed.

*What...* he thought. *What have I done...?* Noticing Chara's outstretched hand, he looked up into her eyes.

"No! Absolutely not!" Frisk said, stepping backwards. "I... I—"

"No...?" Chara interrupted calmly. "Hmm... How curious. You must have misunderstood."

Chara then walked back up to Frisk, grabbing him by the hair with her left hand.

"SINCE WHEN WERE YOU THE ONE IN CONTROL?" she then shouted, a black-red substance beginning to leak from her eyes and mouth. When she'd finished asked that final question, she pulled the dagger from Frisk’s sheath and stabbed him in the gut. Frisk then slid to the ground, blood oozing from his stomach, and blacked out once again.