*Snowdin's buildings are submerged in snow. All thanks to the force of Flowey sliding through town. He stops his momentum near the librarby, just in time for him to spot your fist making its way to his face.
*BAM! (you....)
*The blow launches Flowey into the Christmas tree, and by some miracle, it doesn't snap. Instead, it bends just enough for Flowey's speed to be directed upward.
BUFF Frisk: "Hm, pathetic. I'm using only 1% of my power."
BUFF FLOWEY: "W-WELL I'M ONLY USING NEGATIVE INFINITY OF MY POWER!"
*You catch Flowey's fist with one hand.
BUFF Frisk: "Then I'd suggest you to step it up-"
*You raise your shoe
BUFF Frisk: "Or I'll be stepping on YOU!"
*Your feet squash Flowey's head.
*BOOM!
*Snowdin is now nothing but a crater. It's Craterdin.
*You float to Flowey's headless body.
BUFF Frisk: "Y'know, I don't see the point to all of this. To preserve a world as rotten as this one is so...useless. Why salvage a dumpster fire when you could live in a dumpster, Flowey!"
*That's still trash.
BUFF Frisk: 'You greatly underestimate the comfiness of dumpsters.'
*A Soul with genius Perseverance shoots out of Flowey's body. Opening a book and flipping the pages wildly. In turn, the vines make Flowey's body reform to be more thorny and bushy.
*Flowey's new body rises u-...it...it looks like Asriel. But...he has no eyes, no fur, nothing but spiky vines hold up an image that lacks the...the soul of the original.
Soulless Asriel: "Letting this world end would be more than just risking the end of our friends! It be erasing everything they'd strived for."
BUFF Frisk: "But for a greater purpose, don't you think that's worth it?"
Souless Asriel: "Not like this."
BUFF Frisk: "Hm-"
*You crack your neck and knuckles.
BUFF Frisk: "I'm getting tired of your spiel, it's time to finish this. ERASE!"
*BAM!
BUFF Frisk: "H-how?"
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*Asriel blocks your blow with his pinky finger and a slight smile.
Soulless Asriel: "Your soul isn't the only one capable of getting stronger with DT."
*Asriel flicks you out of Craterdin.
*Asriel outstretches both his hands to make his vines grow into more Asriel's. Dozens, hundreds, thousands...until they surround you. They speak at once...while holding hands, which is adorable.
Holding Hands Soulless Asriel: "From the weakest monster to the strongest human, each one possesses the potential to grow, to strive higher. A true ruler brings out and helps increase those potentials. You who discard everyone's strengths and ideals just because you are strong...that is a sign that you are unfit to rule!"
*Damn straight.
BUFF Frisk: "Ugh! And you called ME a theater kid."
*Asriel's smile grows.
Holding Hands Soulless Asriel: "It seems neither of us could be around Chara for long without gaining their theatrics. But I like to think that my naming conventions at least...are all mine."
Holding Hands Soulless Asriel: " CHAOTIC THORNY WORLD!"
*Thorns shoot out from Asriel's mouth. You're left with no room to dodge as they pierce into every inch of your body.
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Frisk: 'D-damage?'
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Frisk: 'N-not fake pain or a slight struggle...real danger? I'm...I'm..."
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Frisk: 'Dying?'
Frisk: 'No...NOOOO!'
*A white light spreads to every part of Craterdin, destroying the little that was left of it.
*Your body hovers in the center of this new abyss. Watching as pieces of Asriel fall into the darkness.
*Your body has returned to its child-like form, with only one difference...you have no pupils. Only white stares back at the world.
???: "Error! Error! Error! DT source rapidly depleting, stability of Barrier-"
White-Eyed Frisk: "Silence."
*...
*Pieces of the many blown apart Asriel's rejoin and combine into a giant that could tower over mountains. He crosses his arms.
Giant Soulless Asriel: "So, you've taken the angel's power for yourself?"
White-Eyed Frisk: "It was always mine, I had simply no reason to use it."
Giant Soulless Asriel: "So a hissy fit? Are you going to do that every time I outpower you?"
White Eyed Frisk: "No-"
*You raise your hand.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Because this fight is over."
*Hundreds of beams of white light cut through the giant Asriel before he can even blink.
*As his body falls apart you close your eyes. Searching for something.
*By the time you open your eyes you've already appeared at the giant's chest. A simple wave of your hand dispels the vines, revealing 6 souls, 5 of them shining.
White-Eyed Frisk: "So, this is where you kept them. How fitting."
*Your knife emits a white light so violent that it feels as if death itself hides within it.
*You aim for the-
*The torn-apart pieces of the giant slam into you, confining you in a veiny prison.
White-Eyed Frisk: "This is a waste of time."
*But that too is blown apart by your ever-rising strength. You spot Asriel flying away, and you can feel the souls in his chest. You look past him and notice the last haven of the underground. The ruins...how ironic.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Very well, we can finish this where we started." (Thank)