Ending Three: The Lord of Urisk

They all stared in confusion at the person standing before them. He was dressed in blue clothes, his boots reached just to his knees and were cuffed. His cloak fluttered in the light breeze, stars, galaxies and comets sparkled and moved within, as if it was cut from the night sky itself. Bracers that looked like silver covered his forearms, swirling forms in repousse decorated the surface. His tunic and trousers were different shades of blue. His hair was brown, his skin lightly tanned. He smiled softly at them.

Undyne stepped forward, spear raised.

"Who are you, buddy?! What have you done with our friend?" His smile grew a tiny bit. Asriel stared at him from where Toriel had her hand on his shoulder.

"F-Frisk?" They stared as he nodded. They all were thunderstuck.

"What?!" Undyne roared. Papyrus' jaw dropped on the ground. Toriel and Asgore looked floored.

"H-h-how? How is this possible?" Toriel asked. Frisk smiled sadly.

"My real name is Frazetta of Urisk. "Frisk" for short." They stared, but Alphys was the first to move.

"Oh my god? Oh my god!" They all looked at her. "You're . . . Lord Frazetta of Urisk? The great wizard?! That's you?!" They all stared and looked back to Frisk, who slowly nodded.

"Wait, Alphys, what's going on? Who is this guy?" Undyne asked.

"The Lord of Urisk was one of the most powerful wizards who ever lived! Legends said he was second only to Merlin!" Frisk chuckled.

"Legends have a tendency to exaggerate, I'm afraid. But she is correct."

"But how?" Alphys asked. "You lived centuries ago! How could you possibly-? It shouldn't be possible." Frisk took a deep breath, closed his eyes.

"I have been alive. All this time. Centuries I have wandered the Earth." They watched as he stood, eyes closed, but looking . . . pained. "As to the how . . . I was cursed." He looked away and opened his eyes, looking at a solitary golden flower. "My magic was sealed, my form locked as a small child, and cursed with that most awful, heinous and evil of curses: Immortality." They all stared at him. "I have wandered the world as the centuries passed like howling, angry winds. Forced to watch as everything I cherished and loved . . . withered and died." He looked at them solemnly, and they saw the same eyes they knew belonged to their friend. Now they saw, not just the true body, but the true pain, the true anguish that lay behind those deep blue eyes. "The reason I came to Mt. Ebott, to the Underworld, was I desired the one thing that had eluded me for millennia; death." There were several gasps. He shook his head ruefully, a slight chuckle coming from him.

"Wait, so . . . if you were a child, and had no magic . . ." Papyrus began. He perked up. "Then, the curse must now be broken!" Frisk smiled warmly and nodded.

"Yes, and I owe it to my dear friend here," he said, motioning to Asriel.

"B-but . . . I didn't . . ." Frisk smiled at him.

"But you did. You see, when I wished to give my life to restore yours, since I was already immortal, it canceled it out, and broke the curse." Asgore and Toriel gasped at this. Frisk smiled at them. "Now . . . Now I've righted a serious wrong." Frisk looked out at the city. "The world is open to you now. You at long last have freedom." He looked back at them. "You have your freedom, and you have your child back. They are my gifts to you, to make as best amends for the wrongs done you as I am able." Toriel had tears in her eyes.

"My child . . ." Frisk looked stricken.

"No. I'm not your child, no matter how much I might wish otherwise . . ." He sighed and looked up at the sky, a few stars beginning to show. "My mother, my sisters . . . They have all been dead for centuries. I have long-since made peace with that. My only wish was to join them in peace. A human life is meant to be fleeting." He looked at them. "I hope you can forgive me for not telling you. But it was for the best." He smiled sadly, and turned to leave.

"No!" Asriel ran up to him, grabbing his cloak. "No, please don't go away! Please!" Frisk turned back to the boy, startled. Asriel sniffled, wiping his eyes. "You promised you wouldn't leave! That you wouldn't go away!"

"Asriel . . ." The boy wrapped his small arms around his leg.

"Please . . . please don't go. I don't want to lose another friend. Please . . ." Frisk knelt and hugged the boy, who clutched him fiercely. The others came closer.

"Frisk . . . you are still my child. No matter what, no matter your past, or how big you are, you're still my child," said Toriel. Asgore smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Tori's right. Whether a child, or a man, you are still you, Frisk. That will never change." Sans came forward, hands in his pockets.

"I was enjoying not being the shortest, but she's right. What you look like on the outside doesn't matter. Or if you're older than dirt." Frisk chuckled, as did Asriel, who refused to let go of him.

"Yes, indeed, human! The Great Papyrus always knew there was something different about you! I wasn't fooled for a minute!" This drew a few chuckles.

"They're right, you know? That you're a wizard totally rocks! Now I know how you were able to beat me!" Undyne put her arm around Frisk's neck and playfully ground her fist into his hair.

"Hey, watch it, fishstick!" he laughed. Alphys smiled as she stood in front of him.

"They're all right. Your body may have changed, but who you are inside didn't. You're still the same, kind, patient, encouraging friend we all love." Frisk smiled at her. Frisk stood up, Asriel still in his arms. The two were not going to part any time soon. Toriel gently hugged them.

"You are both my wonderful children. You're both my sons, and I love you both." Asgore gently put his arm around Frisk as well.

"Yes. You've done so much for us. All of us, and all of the Underground. You're a part of our family now, Frisk." Frisk smiled as Asriel hugged him tighter. Undyne looked at this, grinned and looked at the rest.

"Group hug!" It was more of a dogpile, Frisk and Asriel laughing as they were knocked down, the laughter echoing into the valley as the sunlight began to fade.

Asgore was the first to their feet, helping Frisk and Toriel up.

"Everyone, we must now think on what comes next." They all looked at him as he looked out at the city, where lights were beginning to come on. "This is the beginning of a new era. One of peace between monsters and humans. But, for that, we will need an ambassador . . ." He looked at Frisk, who still held Asriel in his arms. "Frisk? Would you do us the honor of being our ambassador to humankind?" They all looked at him. He smiled and nodded.

"I'd be happy to." Undyne pumped her fist, Papyrus and Alphys cheered, and Sans grinned.

"Yes! Frisk will be the best ambassador! And I will be the best mascot!" cheered Papyrus. "I'm going to go make a great first impression!" said Papyrus as he began to run off.

"Hold it there, Trigger . . ." said Frisk as Papyrus levitated off the ground. They all stared as Frisk used one hand to hold Asriel, and the other to work his magic on Papyrus. "It's coming on nightfall, and monsters running around in the dark is the stuff of most human nightmares. Better we wait until we have a good plan written up, and it's bright out. We only have one shot at making a good first impression, and it's got to be a team effort." Papyrus slackened. Undyne grinned.

"Wish I could do that! Then I'd never miss a moving target!"

"Exactly why I'll never teach it to you," Frisk deadpanned.

"Hey!" Toriel giggled.

"Frisk is right. We should plan ahead before something to important. But, tonight, perhaps we can spend time under the stars?" Frisk smiled widely at this.

"Wonderful idea. The Perseid Meteor Shower should be tonight."

"What's a meteor?" Asriel asked. Frisk smiled at him.

"Some people call them shooting stars. They're very pretty." Asriel looked excited. They all did. Frisk smiled and snapped his fingers, a little flame hovering over his index finger. "How about a campout under the stars and dinner?"

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"Wow! Look at that one!" said Asriel as they watched the meteor shower. Frisk smiled from where he sat next to him.

"Oh! They're glorious!" said Toriel as beautiful meteors streaked through the skies above.

"Wowie! I didn't know the surface had things like this!" said Papyrus. Sans grinned.

"Yeah, it's gonna be pretty amazing."

Frisk had used his newly restored magic to make a fire, and even made a heavy iron cauldron on a tripod appear over it. The supper was a wonderful stew, and Undyne wondered if she should be taking lessons from Frisk instead. Of course, she would never admit that to anyone, and anyone who suggested it would end up looking like bruised Swiss cheese. Alphys was snuggled against Undyne's side, Papyrus and Sans were laying side-by-side, watching the meteors, and Frisk, Asriel, Toriel, and Asgore were all sitting together, watching the beautiful shooting stars.

"Frisk?" Asriel asked.

"Hmm?" Asriel seemed a bit hesitant.

"Will you . . . will you be my brother?" Frisk stared at him, shocked. He looked down, fighting tears.

"Asriel . . ." Toriel and Asgore watched, silent, but hoping. Frisk sniffed a bit and smiled.

"You really want an old fogy like me as a brother?" Asriel giggled and hugged him.

"You're the best brother I could wish for." Frisk smiled and hugged him back, feeling Asgore and Toriel embrace them both.

"And a wonderful son," said Toriel. Asgore hummed his agreement. They looked up just as a huge meteor streaked across the sky.

"Wow!" exclaimed Asriel. Frisk smiled.

"Did you make a wish?" Asriel shook his head.

"Nah." Frisk raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Why?" Asriel snuggled his big brother.

"Because it already came true." Frisk smiled, a few tears in his eyes.

"The same here," he said as Toriel and Asgore hugged their sons and watched the heavens.

The End

Author's note: So, we come at last to the True Pacifist Ending, and the end of the story. I hope you all enjoyed this.

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