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Undertale is a really great game with characters that will tug at your heartstrings. Toby Fox made it, so if you haven't played it. Go buy and support it and him as well. I don't own anything about it.

"Hey you want it to end this way?" The voice, cold, harsh and flat echoed in that child's mind as the door to their room closed. The faint scent of butterscotch and cinnamon pie, warm from the oven began to fill the air.

"What do you mean?" The other voice, soft, often with little to say but utterly kind and patient replied. "This is the good ending isn't it?" It belonged to a child named Frisk who pushed back the covers of the warm bed that was theirs. "Everybody was saved. Monsters got to go free. Humans accepted them. My friends are happy. Mom's happy as well." Frisk said.

"The only one who isn't happy is you." Both of them knew why that was the case.

"Yeah, but there's one friend you couldn't save." The other voice pointed out the only flaw in what would otherwise be considered the satisfying conclusion to the child's, Frisk's story.

Frisk was silent, remembering the only monster that would never leave the underground. Not even remaining in the form he wanted to be remembered. Their best friend. Unable to understand, truly feel anything. Forgotten by everybody. Sure Frisk wanted to do something for him but… "Why do you care?" Frisk asked the other voice.

That voice, menacingly urging to fight, murder and destroy from the start of Frisk's journey through the underground had grown more silent and sulking all throughout their SAVES and LOADS. Every time Frisk rejecting the path it whispered, seeing to spare instead of fighting. Until it was utterly quiet when their best friend admitted to its actual nature.

The other child answered. "I am now nothing more than the feeling one has when they gain in power."

"LV, EXP, HP, AT, DF these things that were the drive to continue. You denied to me, instead gaining and collecting what that old bag of lazy bones called love."

"Because of that I can no longer revive myself as those bonds you made would never allow you to distance yourself from killing them." The other voice admitted.

"But still the fact that there one monster you couldn't save. I can not stay satisfied with that. And you shouldn't either. The type of person you are." The other voice said.

Frisk however had to ask. "And is that the only reason?"

"..." The voice paused. "I simply can not be satisfied without having everything. Nothing more, nothing less "

"You know what this would mean." Frisk looked at the closed door to their room and outside. Toriel, probably preparing for the next day of lessons she would teaching at school. Toriel who was caring for them. And Frisk's other friends he had met through his journey. If they would be RESETTING, all those trials and troubles they got through, the friendships they shared, the happy end they had gained. They would lose it all.

"Of course, but then again, you have the DETERMINATION to make sure they'll keep getting it until you reach that goal. Unless I misjudged you." The other voice, growing more quiet said.

"No… I do" Frisk said, remembering the last words of their best friend wondering why they were still by his side.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Alright Chara. Let's do this. But" Frisk said.

"What now?" Chara retorted, determination already burning.

"Won't he remember all of this?" Frisk said.

"Not if we start from the very beginning." Chara answered. Frisk's eyes opened. "What? You don't think saving him would be that easy or simple would it?" Chara's voice had some dark amusement in it. "It would take time and we'll need all of the time in the world. The only way to do that is to go to the very start."

"Alright" Frisk said, filled with the determination to SAVE. Closing their eyes once more, clinging on to the dream they decided to go after. As much as Frisk wanted to say a farewell to Toriel. It might be better not to. After all it wasn't a goodbye but instead more like a see you later. But this time it would be with another by their side once they greeted her again.

When Frisk opened their eyes once more, familiar aches and pains followed. Along with that was the familiar smell of those golden flowers. Chara stated that it would be something that their body would just have to get used to. Frisk stood up, picking up a stick that was clenched tightly in their hand. Frisk checked themselves over, just a few bumps and bruises. There was that bandage though… They tightened it, had it always been so loose? Though it wasn't surprising if it was, being used so many times.

It was just a short walk down that dark corridor from where the flowers bloomed. So many paths were coming up with the appearance of that door. The door that led to that clearing. The clearing to where their best friend was.

How would they react? This very first meeting? For Frisk there were so many things to say. Or maybe not say as they had done the first time they met the flower. And the second time and the few times after that. Flowey had skipped over his part once entirely.

Then again perhaps something to show their DETERMINATION to SAVE their friend would be best. And if Frisk had to be honest, interacting their best friend's current form could be rather Chara had to agree with that.

Then there was Flowey in front of them introducing himself to Frisk. Talking about how the child was new to the underground. Then Flowey said that somebody ought to teach Frisk how things work around in the underground. Frisk could feel their soul being pulled into that space again. That space where souls come into conflict.

Flowey gave his little speech about LVs and "friendliness pellets." Chara shot back a suggestion for their first LOAD. And suprisingly Frisk agreed to it. The flower filled with DETERMINATION but without a soul shot out his bullets. They hovered in the air before falling down upon the space where Frisk's soul was.

"Asriel" Frisk said "You're not going to be left behind. This time we'll save you as well." Then Frisk dived straight into the "friendliness pellets." Even Frisk had to admit, the look of utter shock and disbelief on Flowey's face was worth having their soul shatter into tiny fragments.

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