Months, literal months, had passed since the battle for Albion.

Months since Prince Wales was welcomed back as the King of his nation. Months since Muffet returned to her master, some unknown noble leagues away. Months since she and Princess Henrietta returned to Tristian, hailed as heroes for saving the kingdom from war. Months since she had been given royalties and honors befitting the hero of a foreign kingdom and reclaimer of ancient relics

And months since she watched her partner die.

It was not a sight Louise could scrub from her mind, an image she could let lie or experience she could forget. Even now, months after the most horrid and dreaded of outcomes occurred, she could still see all that happened. It bore on her like her family's name.

Undyne, the Captain of the Royal Guard, impaled by her once loyal fiancé. Undyne, the Undying, using all the magic that brought her to life to make her whole again. Undyne, the True Hero of Albion and Tristian, melting away with a smile on her face.

Undyne, Louise's beloved friend, returning to the nothing she had been pulled from.

Louise shifted the blankets that covered her body, trying to drown herself in the soft fabric. She hadn't succeeded anymore the past few weeks. It was doubtful she'd succeed now of all times. It wasn't in her to succeed where others expected her to fail. It appeared the same was true for her own wants as well.

She was just a mage that couldn't keep her familiar alive, a void mage that learned of her spells before they were good for use. Spells that were casted too late to matter.

A mage that wasn't meant for much more than wallowing in her despair. It was all she had left to her name. Her name, and not her families. She no longer had the Magic Academy. She no longer had an invincible familiar. And without either, she had little to speak of.

Though others did try and speak to her.

Her Highness Henrietta, the crown princess and soon successor to the throne, spent too many of her few free hours toiling over her, speaking of things that Louise didn't care to listen to. Promises of future events, recollection of events passed, or even general conversation of the day's happenings. Louise listened dutifully, as was expected when conversing with the ruler of the kingdom, but she did little more. Nothing could be said on her part, much like her name.

Siesta, the loyal maid of the Academy, was kind and gentle to her, far more than any house-maiden of her family's estate. She brewed tea, she delivered meals, she spoke often and visited frequently. Were their titles of little-importance, she would be closer to a friend than a servant. She was more than merely a servant. She was the Plebian that had aided in righting Undyne's sense of the world. Louise was just a failure.

Derflinger, the proud sword of a master familiar, was hanging up in the armor of the castle. Gone were the dusty bins he had been kept in before. Now he was side-by-side with the royal armory, to be marveled at in the same glory as the wands of noble kings. It was a position duly earned, for what little of him there remained to admire.

Muffet, though hardly any more a presence in her life than Undyne was now, kept frequent contacts with her highness throughout. She heard whispers from maids and servants about delectable shops within the kingdom, of the mystery of how they baked, and what they were. All Louise wondered now was why she was still here at all.

Agnes, loyal musketeer, was true to her word for Undyne's sake. The monster was remembered as what she was to the knights and musketeers. A hero, a legend, a soldier that died for the sake of the kingdom. It was all true, and all magnificent. It was all just years before anything else had been done. Years before the Underground had been found, or the monster had found her home.

Now, there was no home.

Undyne was dead, fallen down, and Louise felt she was close to the same. It was all she could think to do now. No matter the words that others whispered and spoke to her, no matter the promises they made, she knew the truth.

She was, once again, Louise the Zero. A noble without a familiar, a mage without confidence. She was what was often thrown away upon first sight and disregarded for the sake of greater accomplishments.

The pink haired girl groaned, rolling through the puffed blankets after another failed attempt to drift to sleep. At least in her dreams she could imagine she hadn't failed again, at the worst of times at that. But reality was far crueler to her, no matter how often it attempted to tease her of the success she should have earned.

She lifted herself up, back aching from the effort and locks of hair falling over her face. Louise rolled her head back, letting them fall away and knot themselves out of her mind. Her appearance hardly mattered if she was to stay away in her chambers till night fell. It was all she planned to do. There was little else she could do.

Her feet touched the carpeted ground, a soft thud made by her petite frame. She dragged more than walked her way through the room, approaching the windows across from her. Tiny hands, stiff and tired still, grabbed the blinds that hide the outside world from her. She pulled them away carefully, letting the sun spill over her like water.

Blinking eyes greeted the bright day, the sun already far past the horizon and nearly out of sight. Far past ten then, perhaps into noon. An early day considering the rest of the days prior. A waste is what it was, only forcing her to stay awake longer before she could excuse herself to bed. Any earlier and one of the servants, perhaps Siesta, would beg her to stay awake a bit longer. Her desires were secondary to their needs.

Louise settled herself in a chair, hands running through her long locks as she stared out at, at the bustling town beneath the castle walls. Watching the commoners work about their lives, interacting with one another with a cheer she couldn't mimic and energy that seemed impossible to replicate. The frequencies of shoppers, clerks, managers, and the odd chariot that rode through the town, parading a noble that befit him or herself to shop in such a district.

She watched it all behind the large window of the even larger room, two things she had been given for the actions of a monster she had summoned, and a friend she had failed. None of it mattered to her. Nothing did.

Her frail figure, petite, small, and still dressed in her nightgown, settled into the chair to stare out the window. Each day she saw something new, something to focus on, and each day she hoped it would be something to give her a reason to go on. But she was no Undyne, let alone a determined figure of history. She was just a Zero that couldn't use the power that was given to her well enough.

Instead, Louise kept her eyes on the baker as he set up croissants outside his shop to cool, gathering the attention of the flower shop keeper, entertained enough by the smell to hesitate from her own collection of potted plants along the outside sill. A conversation was soon formed between them, complete with laughter, nods, and fine words. Louise heard none of it.

Her eyes drifted downward to the garden yard of the castle, or what little she could see beyond the high walls and otherwise obstructing constructions. It was plain to see that Sir Agnes was in the yard, perhaps instructing new recruits or even practicing to herself. Her diligence was obvious even from stories up and meters away. It was hard to see her as anything else.

She looked down the street once more, hoping something new had been found. Louise's efforts were rewarded with spying Siesta walking down the road. Her maid uniform was easy to see, as were the contents of her bag. Food and such products, likely for her Uncle's place. She had invited Louise there once, promising that the atmosphere would help her. It hadn't last time, and the reminder of her failings would only be compounded by celebrating commoners.

She sighed, leaning her head back into the chair. Louise already felt tired again, body unwilling to move. Perhaps it was because she had no where she had a desire to move to. When you had nowhere to be, your body had a point of keeping itself still. Her father's words held a certain meaning to them, though she suspected this was not what he meant.

Not that it mattered in any other way. A Zero had nowhere to be, so she was content to stay where she was. It was the closest she'd get to a memory of Undyne, the Captain of the Royal Underground Guard.

Knock-Knock. Louise turned to the door.

"Yes?" she questioned lightly, more than enough in the otherwise still room.

"Louise? May I come in?" There was no reason not to let her in.

"Of course, your highness," Louise answered, righting herself what she could Hopefully she would not be offended by her appearance. But there was little she could do to fix it. Let alone in such a short time.

The door to her chambers opened to show the Crowned Princess stepping through, her elegant lavender dress no less breathtaking than her porcelain features. Walking through a crowd, Louise was aware she'd be able to enrapture even a dullard in knowledge regarding the royalty. Meanwhile, a Zero such as here was only noticeable when next to superb individuals.

"I am glad to see you are out of bed," the princess spoke. "I feared you may still be resting at this hour."

"I awoke bare an hour ago, perhaps," Louise answered dutifully. "I apologize for my lack of proper appearance." The princess, having adopted a worried expression before, quickly fell into one of dismissal.

"These are your chambers and I will not entertain a need for you to prepare for me." Her words were strict and to a point. "Rather, I was hoping I could speak to you." It was why she was here, as a friend over a ruler, as she had said before.

"Of course, princess," Louise returned again. "I'm more than willing to listen." Her liege nodded in agreement, walking over and sitting in the chair opposite of her. Louise watched her, waiting for the conversation to begin.

At first, the princess said nothing. Princess Henrietta merely watched her, staring almost, with patient eyes. Eyes that Louise had become used to seeing from the many individuals who had frequented her room.

"The nobles today were rather persistent about joining with Albion again." Her voice was entertained as she spoke. Louise listened mutely. "They are determined to show that the acts of Sir Wardes were not by any means a ploy on our parts, though Prince Wales has been adamant that he understands. It is rather entertaining watching the other nobles busy themselves to please the foreign lord while knowing he has no ill will."

Louise supposed there was, though she could not summon such a feeling willingly or not. Prince Wales, wonderful and kind as he was, was not a figure she attributed to warmth or kindness, let alone peace.

"The instructors of the Magical Academy have been asking of you as well." Ah, she had nearly forgotten about school.

"Oh?" Louise returned simply, respectively.

"They have asked if there is anything they may do to assist you with your Void magic. Lessons, I am sure, though I felt the need to reply that they had knowledge of you before yet did nothing to aid you." That they did not, though knowledge of her powers she was not aware of.

Perhaps it was an open secret and she had merely let it slip her by. Such was the nature of a Zero.

"The maid Siesta has also applied her for work as well, citing the Academy and you as moral references." Louise was a bit surprised that the maid was already not one. Then again, perhaps she was merely expecting better of everyone than herself. "I have asked her to be stationed in the East Wing, as I am sure she has much experience preparing the chambers for nobles. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, your highness." Louise returned easily again.

"And Muffet's small business has been expanding well into the kingdom," she began. Ah, the familiar of the Underground who had not disappeared. Even leagues away, her master knew what they were doing. "She has offered to share many of her confections with us, even to spare some for you if you were willing to meet her. I believe… she wants to speak to you as well."

"Perhaps another time," Louise replied easily again. "I do not feel I would make the best of company for her at the moment." Honesty was expected in the face of royalty.

"Perhaps not," her liege returned. "Though I feel she, as a spider, will care little for your appearance. She does frequently speak of the need for function over appearance, even in pastries." She was a master of craft, so she would not best. So unlike Louise in her own.

Silence fell between them then, with Louise watching Princess Henrietta carefully, making sure her posture was straight and eyes focused. To be anything else, even while dressed poorly, was an insult to her friend. The Crown Princess had been patient enough with her.

A sigh left her monarch's lips, a deep one that Louise recognized. She woke up to releasing many of them.

"Louise," Princess Henrietta spoke to her, breaking the silence. It was the same way she always spoke to her. Full of love, and sympathy. "I have… a present from Wales. A book from Albion he believed you would benefit from, for what you and Sir Undyne sacrificed for his kingdom." Louise sighed through her pink locks.

"I'm sorry, your highness," she spoke kindly to her liege, even with eyes focused out the window. "I am just… not in the mood at the moment." You did need a specific mood to enjoy a good book. And Louise did not have it. Speaking of what Undyne had done, and how she was being rewarded for it, was nothing something she could enjoy.

"I am aware," her princess returned. "However, … I took the liberty of opening it before you." That was quite alright. She was her princess, after all. Requests were made only to be fulfilled, not considered.

"Is it something you desire, princess?" Louise asked. "I am more than willing to offer it to you should you require or desire it." Either was reason enough.

"No, no," her princess replied with a shaking head. "This gift… I am sure it is something only you can benefit from." With those words, she held out a book in her hand.

Louise knew not where she produced it from, but that was not something for her to wonder on. Instead, she reached forward, taking the thick text with little hesitation. It was a gift from a Prince, offered by a Princess, and an insult to two kingdoms should she even think to deny it.

It weighed heavily on her lap, resting with a strength she believed ancient tomes to possess. She doubted little that it was one. A prized possession from the Prince of Albion perhaps, a token of appreciation, something for Undyne's calloused and practiced hands, not her own dainty digits. It was just one more thing for her to enjoy and her partner to never witness.

She sighed lightly as she grasped the unimpressive cover. It would be rude to note glance upon it, not as Princess Henrietta watched her move across it. She would be expected to read something at least, to show some level of appreciation. It was what little she could do, being the Zero that she was.

Her eyes fell to some unnumbered page, eyes rolling over the text carefully. She may be asked what it was about, or at least details to prove her focus.

'This GASTER creature is a monster like nothing that has been documented before.' Louise stared down at the words, blinking in confusion. 'It possesses no matter of speech I can discern, which is annoying enough! It makes the same sound to the same questions implying a level of understanding, yet the Void magic has yet to decipher his speech!'

Now her eyes widened, blinking, and hurdling over the pages.

"Huh?" She let out, confused. Her hands grasped the edges of the cover again, thick volume of pages between her fingers. She flipped the pages over, finding another bout of convenient text to read.

'My familiar of bones, pure bones, laughs as if he possesses lungs the likes of which dragons would be enamored to hold!" A skeleton familiar? No such thing existed in Tristian or the rest of the world. Except…

"Louise?" Princess Henrietta asked, and she foolishly, perhaps ignored her.

Louise was busy flipping through the pages faster, finding more text to read, finding anything that she could easily grasp.

'I've never heard of this plane creature before, but her ability to fly is something that I am sure many would be astounded to hear of from familiars, especially those who may speak!' Speaking familiars, monsters. Louise flipped to another page.

'Though slimes are common enough through the world, this one of mine appears truly unique! It holds conversations with a mixture of rhythm and sound, converses with other monsters and convinces them to dance, and has even managed to replicate its size!' Not just familiars, magical. Louise flipped to another page.

'A wizard as a familiar was something taught for the last few decades to be impossible! And yet, as I watch her float around with an armless body, this Madjick is able to work out spells outside of the paradigm schools of magic. Not only that it speaks in magic words. Please is such a grand thing to hear' Louise flipped to another page.

'A king of monsters… my familiar for my life.' Louise hovered on the page.

"Louise, what does it say?" She continued to ignore her liege, staring at the text, enthralled and terrified of the words written. She read them more carefully than she did the hundreds of citizens she had watched the past few months.

'A monstrous being with fur as alabaster as snow and fine for a king's coat. Armor golden like the sun and a spear red as the blood it may draw. Yet, he speaks with a kindness that I cannot disrespect. He fails to see me as his master, yet I can understand why. Grand as I am, having a king bow to me, that of monsters, would be an accomplishment herald in tales of yore and song.' It was difficult to breath.

'Though a king he calls himself, and appearance and strength prove him to be, he continues to converse with the commoners as if they were his equals, in a manner most undignified. Maids and cooks talk to him, bowing as they properly should, but followed by him patting their backs with a hand that could just as easily crush them like wood. Instead, he laughs, laughs as if they were speaking jokes to him.' This was him… this was who Undyne swore fealty to.

'His magic, for a king of any race must possess an aptitude of magic, is odder still than my own Void incantations. Fiery spells that are no doubt worth of an ardent name, yet with a green thumb about him reflected in the bountiful garden he has bloomed in not but a few weeks' time. The children of nearby estates visit often, and I cannot tell if they come for me, for him, or for the garden he made. They pay such attention to each.' It had to be him. It was… It really was.

'But odd that he is, I will not disrespect a familiar as grand as him. Truly this monster, the King of the Mountain, has earned his place as my familiar. Nah, perhaps I should say, as my partner, for it will be shoulder to shoulder he will assist me through this eventful life I am sure to embark upon.' Where was it… where?

'King Asgore, my monster of a familiar.' It was…

"Louise!" She felt arms on her shoulders, pushing her back until she was staring at the face of her liege. It was only then she recognized the terror in Henrietta's eyes, just as she realized the hazy tears in her own. "What happened?! Are you well? Do you need me to contact the physician? Or perhaps I should remove the book-"

"No!" Louise shouted, stopping only when she realized who she was shouting to.

She stared up at the princess, who bore back down at her in shock, well deserved at that. It couldn't be let to lie.

"N-No, your highness," Louise returned again. "I… I am immensely grateful for this. I am…" She spoke no dishonesty in her words. She never would.

"Louise…" her princess returned in equal parts shock. Was the insult to grand? "You… you're okay." It was an odd thing to say, but her princess likely had good reason.

"I… am. I believe I am." Louise returned. The palm of her hand pushed at her eyes, pushing away the tears that hovered on the rim of her vision. "I just… this book has… it details the history of familiars… familiars of past mages… void mages." She watched the realization dawn across her liege's face.

"The Tome of Familiars," Princess Henrietta returned. It was an apt name, and one that the princess rightfully picked. "It is said only void mages can read it. And… you can." Tears were welling in her liege's eyes. "And you've come back from it." That didn't make sense.

"Your grace? Are you well?" Louise made to stand, worry for her liege's tears. But she hardly got further than the lift of her back.

No sooner did the Crown Princess latch to her, pulling her close and burying her head into the crux of her neck. Louise's vision was swarmed with lavender. Her hearing was drowned by hiccups and gasps for air.

"You're back… you really are back." Back from where, Louise did not know. "For months I feared you had given up. And here… now you are back. I am… beyond words." Louise offered none as well. She had no idea what to say, fear for what may ruin the clearly delicate situation.

"W-Wales said the book may… he said it was for the kingdom's mage, yet he insisted it be given to you." The Crown Princess continued to speak into her neck, sniffling as she did so. Louise knew her gown was already due for a wash, so it hardly mattered. "I feared it would mean nothing to you, and yet… here you have finally read it… and I could not be more satisfied."

"I-I thank you, your grace, I-" She was silenced by Princess Henrietta pulling away from her, staring at her with red and bleary eyes.

"Do not thank me, Louise." It was an order in tone. "I… I have been distraught for you recently. To see you so alive again, awake…" Had she not been awake? No… that wasn't what her liege meant. She meant, aware. That, she could tell, she had not been.

"I'm sorry then," she returned. "I-I don't deserve to have you think so… so much for me and I-"

"No," the princess spoke again. "No, you deserve every bit of it, Louise." Her hands tightened on Louise's shoulders. She did not dare look away from the monarch. "You deserve so much more than what you have, because you have endured just as much. This, everything… it all remains because of you and Sir Undyne." Ah… Undyne.

She was gone… just like all the familiars in the tome likely were. Likely… but…

"She is not here for me to reward, not anymore." Princess Henrietta looked no happier for the news. "But you are, Louise. And I… I am so very thankful that you are." Louise felt her breath shake.

"Thank you," Louise whispered. Her voice was hoarse with tears she'd shed, but even more threatened to come. "Th-Thank you… Henry." She smiled broadly at the nickname.

And the Crown Princess of Tristian threw herself into the void mage again, laughing. Louise joined her old old friend.

It wasn't fair that she had lost the friend who had taught her about self-respect. It wasn't fair she had lost the friend who had been her partner through attacks, trails, and tribulations. It wasn't fair that she had been left feeling like nothing, when her friend had vanished into nothing at all. None of it was fair. But what in life was?

She was still here, with her old friend and future queen, with stories to read and life to experience. Undyne, the Undying Captain of the Royal Monster Guard, had given her life to let her kingdom march on. It would be nothing short of disservice to not see it flourish into a grand kingdom in her name.

Besides, Louise was confident she knew right were Undyne was.

It was written on the end of every page of the tome still held tightly in her hands.

'They've Fallen Down and Gone Home."

There was absolutely no way to tell where Undyne was. Mainly because everything was dark, like pitch black dark. The kind of dark that came over the Underground when every light was off and the spiders tried to clog the holes in the ceiling. All Undyne really was sure of was one thing.

It was dark.

"Uw, wy wacwing wad." The words came out of her mouth, for sure, but they sounded wrong, distorted. All kinds of messed up. "Aw wo, whaw wow!" Aw geez, she couldn't even tell if it was her hearing or her words. Losing either would just suck!

"Wrrhhh wrhowen on!?" Undyne twisted her body, flailing her limbs, righting herself as best she could. IF something was in her way, she'd smash it!

SPLOOOSH!

Her first flew out of the water, exposing her to the air above.

She stared up at it through her good eye, ignoring the water that rushed backed around her from the mini-explosion of her first. Happens enough you tend not to notice. What tended to not happen a lot was falling asleep underwater and forgetting where she was. Yeah, that was a new one, and something that she really didn't want others to find out about.

The famed captain of the Royal Guard stood up, quick as she could, feeling the heavy metal she wore clang and bang as she did so. What a familiar feeling that was.

Actually, it was almost great to hear. That was weird. Yeah, she loved the stuff, custom made by Alphys. But she wore it every day. Why was now any different?

Speaking of what, where was also a good question. As in, where she was.

Only took a casual glance around to get her bearings on that.

"The… dump?" She mused, scratching the back of her long ponytail with her gauntlet. It nicked her scales, but left her grimacing face push her teeth up high. "The heck did I come down here fer?" Her good eye looked around, hoping to spot something to give her at least a little hint.

A ruined TV, heck of a lot of trash, rushing water from the waterfall, the usual endless pit, nothing new or even interesting on the barest level. Undyne felt her teeth grit. She drugged through the water, letting her boots blow pockets of water out of the way as the stomped through the submerged trash heap. Literally nothing she saw reminded her of anything, anything new at least.

That was usually a bad sign. Only would have been cool if she went full blown amnesia like an anime protagonist.

Right now, thought it was just recall, and that was the worst kind of amnesia.

"Gah," Undyne let out, gauntlet scratching at the back of her head, trying to recall any reason for why she'd be down here, alone, in her armor, and literally sleeping underwater. She had a great water tank back home, no reason to do it here! Heck Asgore even told her how bad idea it was to sleep in weird places.

Undyne blinked, feeling something… weird in her chest.

"Huh?" She let out, dropping her hand to touch the top of her cuirass. Metal didn't dent, as she knew Alphys's awesome handiwork wouldn't, but that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was the weird twisty feeling just inside her chest. "That's… weird…"

She had no idea what the feeling was, but Undyne was sure of one thing, she hated it.

Too bad she couldn't beat emotions out of herself. Hadn't worked last time at least. Maybe it was something Asgore could help her with.

Undyne frowned as the feeling rippled through her chest again. Same thing and no different than before. Some hollow hole inside her, something she really hated to feel.

Her snarl turned into a grumble, lips swaying as she twisted her head back and forth. Damnit, she was practically lost with how she got here and now she was feeling some weird shit whenever she thought of Asgore?!

Ping. Like that!

"Calm down!" Undyne yelled down at herself. "It's my body and Ah'm tellin' ya to cool it!" the water rippled around her metal boots at the voice, just like it did whenever she let loose with her awesome lungs. Too bad her body didn't listen. Typical, her body was just too tough for her voice. Who'd have thought of that?

"Well this blow?" Undyne let out again, twisting her lips around her protruding teeth. "No combat gear set-up, no reason to be here, no memory of here, and freaking weird feelings popping in my chest." Felt like the beginning to a human story, but not one she could recall. That just meant it wasn't worth remembering, cause no way would her mind let go of something awesome.

A sigh left her lips, wondering on what the heck she was going to do now. Stay here and keep looking through the dump? Probably not, she did that for fun, not to stress herself out. Go home a take a nap? Not after just taking a water nap for Angel knew how long. Talk to someone about it?

Yeah, that one sounded good. Undyne let her snarl flip up to a grin.

It was damn near impossible to get upset when she was thinking of her legendary friends. The best monsters in all the Underground. King Asgore! So long as she ignored that stupid feeling, was the best guy to talk to over a good cup of tea. Sparing sessions were pretty ace, too.

Papyrus would be great to relax with, too. Probably had a lot to unload on her about his training cooking and all that, but she'd help him out. Probably get him to help her get her memory back at the same time.

Heck, if she wanted that, Alphys would be the chick to talk to! No way would her number one monster friend being anything else other than super helpful with her. Undyne could already feel that dumb feeling in her chest falling away at just the memory of her.

She didn't even get to Louise yet…

…

"Who the hell is Louise?"

Undyne asked herself, screwing her good eye as she looked at the ground.

"Louise? The heck kind of monster name is that?" That was a human name, and no way were there any humans she was friends with. Least of all short stacks with pink hair tall as they stood and not enough muscle on them to lift a basic boulder.

Now Undyne screwed her head sideways with her lips.

"Where the heck are these ideas comin' from!?" She yelled up, letting the water splash around her again. Figures the Angle wouldn't answer her with this. He was too busy finding humans to help them break the barrier.

Oh yeah! That was something she could focus on! The barrier.

"That stupid wall of magic," Undyne grumbled, even as she let a small rise back over her lips. "Last damn thing keeping us from gettin' back to the surface." She recited it the same way she had heard it. Or close enough. "Wonder if Alphys's got a new idea on that thing?"

Yeah, that was an idea Undyne could get behind. Talking it up with Alphys for figuring out new ways to get around the barrier, or maybe just ways to get a couple of humans to help them out. Tomato more tomatoes as the humans said. Definitely what they said.

Her gauntlets fell to her hips, turning to face the oblivion behind her. Same thing that was as silent as Sans's mind, she was sure. She grinned at it, right into the face of death.

Just like a kickass monster hero would.

"Welp, no use standing around here," Undyne spoke as she turned. "Got too much to do then waste my time wondering."

Her boots clanked away, beating past the water and trash as she went. Crushed beneath her boots, kicked away, and sent to drift off into the oblivion behind her. She never let her good eye flick back. Whatever reason she'd fallen asleep there, didn't matter now.

Human scraps could stop her and bad dreams weren't things to worry about. Because in the end, there all that mattered were her friends. No way was she gonna mope about something she couldn't remember when there was something to do.

Just like a good anime might say at the end, her tale wasn't done.

Author's Note:

So long my friends, thank you for being here until the end.

Earlier than I expected, I admit, as I anticipated writing a story that threw in all the four kingdom void mages, bringing in other monsters like Toriel, Alphys, and even Asriel himself, but I've been burned out of this story since Chapter 10. Eyes bigger than my gut and all that.

But you guys deserved a complete tale for helping this grow up like it has, and I'd be a right bastard to not see it through.

So, hopefully this does for a satisfying ending. If you want to know more, or just want to talk about, feel free to comment (as a NON-GUEST) and I'll talk.

As an aside, and sort of self-advertisement, I do have three other stories on this site and another crossover in the works. If you want to see more of me, gives those stories a look over. If you want something closer in line with this, then maybe check out Unknown Legends or Man of Focus. If you want more of the family feel, try out You're Father's a Hero.

And if none of that entertains you, then wait for a crossover I've got for My Hero Academia and… actually, that'd be a spoiler.

Till then, have fun and thanks for the good times!

~Wizard of Words