It's the day of the ceremony, all my limbs except my left arm are completely useless, and my voice has yet to come back to me, but Alphys and everyone can clearly tell I'm interactive and fully functional besides these hindrances.

Mettaton pushes me in a repaired wheelchair that fell from the surface world into the front row. Everyone is dressed in black, and somber for the loss of their loved ones, but despite all of this, they come to greet me and give their thanks for saving them all. For saving what I could…

I hold Alphys' hand as Mettaton has his extendable arm around us both as we get seated after the meet and greet. King Asgore takes the stage in a dapper outfit. Silence floods the land.

" My people of The Underground, it has been exactly 1 year today since tragedy struck our lands of peace and tranquility. It is with a heavy heart that we all meet here today, but let us rejoice for against all odds, the causality count did not rise in that said year. Our sole savior and heroine has miraculously recovered from her battle with Chara. Undyne, we are forever in your favor, and never shall we forget the sacrifice you, The Royal Guard and all who fought against the human made in order to save our kingdom from complete annihilation. Though many were lost that fateful day, if it wasn't for you, none of us would be here right now, and that is more than enough to be thankful for have, instead of what we have lost. "

Everyone bowed their heads in not just sorrow, but thankfulness. Despite me failing to protect their loved ones, they all still cared for me and were grateful to the point of obsessiveness

Sans stepped up to the podium, I gritted my teeth as I tried to hold back the tears for what was about to come next.

He spoke in a shaky tone, it was disturbing to see him not making puns left and right.

" Papyrus was more than just a brother to me, he was also my best friend and my rolemodel. Though he may have been a bit overambitious at times, at least he had ambition to do anything, even if it was out of a realistic grasp. That is more than I could ever say after the passing of our father, Doctor Gaster. He was too young to remember when the doctor vanished… But… But I'm sure he would have been proud of his youngest son for how courageous and kind he was. And technically, still is. For you see, Papyrus lives on in you and me, in us all. When there's a mountain too high to climb, Papyrus' crackling voice shall whisper in the wind, encouraging us all to give it just one more shot. And if we fail? To calibrate the puzzle known as our will and try again when we have ourselves solved."

Sans paused, on the verge of tears, and looked up into the black granite sky and shouted:

" I'm done giving up you bonehead, I'm going to give it my all now, for both of us, you hear me?! "

He collapsed to his stout knees, Asgore walked up to him, giving him an embrace of comfort. Both men were crying for the loss of their loved ones as they walked behind the stage.

One after another, the families of the fallen friends got up to the podium and said their goodbyes to their loved ones. As they exited the stage, they would light a candle that corresponded to their loss, illuminating a picture of someone they will always miss.

I will miss them all.

We all will.

Hours passed and Asgore finally came back to the stage with Sans, the king towered above the regular citizen. I knew Asgore and Sans were friends, but it was curious why Sans would be on stage with him.

Asgore began to speak:

" Ladies and gentlemen, before our announcement, it is time for one last person to take the stage."

Asgore nod his head and Mettaton began to push me up the ramp, Alphys following behind.

We were now on the stage, Alphys nervously took the microphone.

" E-everyone I'm glad you could come to the ceremony. I wish we could meet under better circumstances, but we'll g-get through this…! "

Alphys was trembling in fear and stress. She tried to continue to talk, to torture herself until I could take it no longer and, albeit with great struggle, snatched the mic from her.

I held it up to my lips and with all my effort tried to speak.

" I'm….. "

That's all I could say, but even the mere utterance of a sound from my mouth, after a year of silence, caused Alphys to overcome her stage fright and jump for joy, and the crowd to give me a standing ovation.

They shouted every positive thing imaginable. It's as if they knew that I was going to say sorry for failing, but in their eyes I tried my best, and though Sans' brother and Asgore's love may have been gone, and countless families torn apart by Chara, I managed to save many lives, including my soul mate.

Minutes passed before Mettaton took the microphone, in a desperate tone he asked:

" Please, anyone if you have seen Nabstablook, my darling Blooky, my cousin and comfort, please let me know, I miss him oh so very much. "

The crowd remained silent, until Muffet the baker spoke.

" He's been hiding with me and what is left of my clan in the catacombs, he didn't want us to tell anyone because he thought you'd be ashamed of him for…. god knows what, but he's alive and well, I promise! "

Mettaton's shiny metallic eyes brightened up at the thought of him being reunited with his friend.

So empowered by the thought he decided to also honor the fallen by singing a dirge..

But everything faded away as I tuned my senses to the backstage area, where Asgore and Sans began to conspire.

" With Undyne crippled, we can't afford another Chara to strike us, we'll all be wiped out " said Asgore to the stout skeleton.

" Then we must bring the battle to them. We strike in a few months "

My heart sank. I wasn't one to favor humans but… that thing… it wasn't just against us, it was against everything, living OR dead, monster OR human. They didn't understand, that was no human, that was evil itself, it was the manifestation of negativity, and if we were to carry on our hatred for humans as it is, it will….

I snapped back to a somber, yet cheering audience, Mettaton taking a bow as the monsters began to come up to the stage, one by one, to collect their memorial of their fallen ones to set off to the waters.

Though discomforting and inappropriate , I did the best I could and saluted with my left hand to the memorials as their families carried them down to the lake, a teardrop gilded my skin.

Time passed and we had arrived back at the lab. Mettaton was at Muffet's palace in search of his ghostly cousin.

Alphys carried my frail body to the bed and tucked me underneath the covers, with all her might she filled herself with the same power that she had filled me with 1 year ago today, and kissed me.

Determination.

I was too exhausted to kiss her back, so I simply smiled and dozed off into the realm of dreams. It was the first time in a year that I had left the lab, it had felt like I had just done that heated battle all over again, though my mind was filled with anxiety over the coming storm, I was simply too drained to toss and turn all night over it, I could train myself to speak up and stop the forthcoming madness tomorrow…

It was black and cold, but I was not afraid or discomforted, A shadow shifted towards me before turning around. Only his face and hands were visible. He speaks through his hands a language I have never seen before, but I'm strangely able to understand.

" I will prevent this, all of this, now rest, and thank you for looking after him all these years. "

The sound of thread being cut awakens me to the sight of a field of gold and the feel of warmth.

A True Heroine's End.