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*Asriel's vines disperse, slithering between the collapsed exit of the ruins. You don't bother with fancy maneuvers. Instead, you slam your head against the rubble so hard that it shatters.
*Following Asriel, you find yourself in Toriel's home. His vines are in every corner of the house. Forcing you to search for-
White-Eyed Frisk: "No, playtime is over."
*You clench your fist and-
*House crumbling noises.
*The house is condensed into a ball of rubble.
White-Eyed Frisk: "No more hiding, no more back, and forths, you yield, now."
*The vines surround the rubble, defending it from your wrath.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Tch, very well."
*You toss the rubble into the ruins city, collapsing buildings and dropping brass bells on its way to the center. You clap your hands together, making the city smash into the rubble. Magnifying its size by manyfold.
White-Eyed Frisk: "YAH!"
*The giant ball of rubble is launched at the rest of the ruins. The spider's bake sale, the puzzles, and The long hallway. All of it crumbles and becomes one with the rubble.
*Until you reach the room you first met Flowey. You raise the now massive ball above you. You close your arms. It condenses further and further until-
*I...Is that a black hole?!
White-Eyed Frisk: "Bingo."
*Asriel and the souls scurry away while you raise your hand. A small beam hits the black hole and-
*For a brief moment you and Asriel see it expand, then it overtakes both you and him...yet it doesn't stop. The underground, the world, the whole universe is consumed by its singularity point. Time and space begin to break apart...and you're grinning.
Soulless Asriel: "What...what the hell did you do?"
White-Eyed Frisk: "Now, you can't run away."
*You destroyed the universe Frisk!
White-Eyed Frisk: "Oh can it Chara, I was going to do that anyway. Now, Flowey...or Asriel...or whatever the fuck you call yourself. Are you going to spill the beans on why you're being a major pain in my ass? Or will I need to suffer through another-"
*A Soul with enormous Patience manifests a knife for Asriel.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Ugh...power up."
*The knife shines with the colors of each soul before...wait how are we even seeing this?
White-Eyed Frisk: "We flew, shot laser beams, got yoked, unyoked ourselves, and then I made a fucking black hole. But THIS is what breaks your suspension of disbelief?"
*...Fair enough.
Soulless Asriel: "So are we going to fight or-"
White-Eyed Frisk: "Yeah, just tell me your sob story while I try to kill you."
Soulles Asriel: "Okay. YAH!"
White-Eyed Frisk: "YAH!"
*Asriel and you clash blades.
Soulless Asriel: "All of my efforts, all of my struggles, it's all been for this moment!"
*Asriel thrusts at your chest, you side-step it and counter with a slash at his head. His vines disperse, avoiding your blow and wrapping around your arm. You struggle to break free from Asriel's hold.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Seriously? We're going to downgrade to a street-level brawl while we fight in the center of a BLACK HOLE?"
Soulless Asriel: "...I thought it was cool."
*I think the big explosions were getting repetitive anyway.
White-Eyed Frisk: "What? No! They were awesome and-Gh!"
*You slap Asriel's arm away right before his knife pierces your chest.
*Tink.
*His knife is sent hurtling away from your slap. Your smile returns to you.
White-Eyed Frisk: "I just remembered something Chara taught me. You might know about it."
Soulless Asriel: "N-no."
White-Eyed Frisk: "Yes. KNIFE TRICKS!"
*You spin the knife epicly using only two fingers, it cuts Asriel's vines! Freeing your arm to slash at him.
*As his chest opens you catch a glimpse of the souls, you-
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White-Eyed Frisk: "Ahh!"
*You hold your gut, but blood spills out anyway. Asriel's bloody thorn hurries to grab his knife.
White-Eyed Frisk: "F-fuck off!"
*You cut the thorn before it can bring the weapon back, then knock Asriel over with your foot.
*While holding your gut you point your knife at Asriel, all its white concentrates onto the knife's point.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Talk, or I start blasting."
Soulless Asriel: "Fine! The first thing I saw was your past genocide... and I learned what that meant for me...and I accepted it."
*Asriel puts a hand on his chest.
Soulless Asriel: "But after that, I saw the original timeline...and that's when my heart shifted."
White-Eyed Frisk: "Pff, you don't have a heart. And if you're going to take this long to explain yourself then I'd rather not hear it."
*No Frisk wai-
*You shoot the beam and-
*Asriel's hand shines green! He deflects your beam with the frying pan!
White-Eyed Frisk: "Stop not dying!"
*You kick the frying pan out of his hands, then raise your knife t-
*BANG!
*The bullet knocks your knife off your hand.
*Both of you look at your knives. Then back at each other.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Damn you!"
Soulless Asriel: "Stop cussing!"
*Both of you run to your knives, grabbing them at the same time before pointing the tips at each other.
White-Eyed Frisk/Soulless Asriel: "DIE!"
*Asriel's rainbow beam clashes with your white energy wave in the absolute darkness of a black hole. But even the black hole can't take the pressure of your-
*What the fuck?
Soulless Asriel: "Is that ANOTHER black hole?"
White-Eyed Frisk: "ITS BLACKHOLE INCEPTION!"
*The density of your beam has somehow made a black hole within a black hole. It sucks both of you in and quickly consumes the original one.
Soulless Asriel: "...So, no beams?"
White-Eyed Frisk: "Fuck you, I love my beams!"
*You shoot out a beam at Asriel...he does the same...the same shit happens dumbass.
Soulless Asriel: "..."
White-Eyed Frisk: "Fine...no beams."
*Asriel's thorns dart to you. You duck under the first, cut down the second, and then grab the third...not noticing the vine wrapping around your foot.
White-Eyed Frisk: "W-wait wha-Ahh!"
*The vine swings you around before reeling you to Asriel.
*BAM
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*A tooth loosens from the tough glove's impact, you-
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Frisk: 'N-nice'
*Seriously!? Right after the ballet shoes break one of your ribs you-
*BEAM NOISES!
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*The beam destroys the vine and shoots you far away. You struggle to get up.
Frisk: "You asshole! We said no beams!"
Soulless Asriel: "I LIED."
*You roll away from one of Asriel's beams. Then rush towards him.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Do you really think that you can beat-"
*Your upward slash scrapes Asriel's chin. He stumbles back
White-Eyed Frisk: "Me?!"
*The white concentrates onto the tip of your knife. Asriel's knife follows suit.
*You push his arm to the side and-
*He does the same!
*The beams shoot out at both your sides, missing completely. Asriel's black eyes stare deep into your white.
Soulless Asriel: "I don't need to beat you to stop you."
White-Eyed Frisk: "Oh? You think you can convince me?"
Soulless Asriel: "Not you, THEM."
White-Eyed Frisk: "Chara won't save you Assriel."
Soulless Asriel: "I'm not talking about Chara, Frevil. I'll tell you all about it. After I finish showing THEM how awful you and your plan is."
White-Eyed Frisk: "You won't live to say shit!"
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*With your beams done, Asriel stabs at you, you kick the knife out of his hand and into the air. You try to cut him in half a-
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*His elbow digs into your chin, making your hand slip off the hilt of your knife. It soars up.
Asriel Soulless: "When you broke the barrier I was left with nothing, no power, no future, no souls! YAH!"
*Your cheek scrapes against Asriel's fist before you connect with a hook.
Asriel Soulless: "Guh!"
White-Eyed Frisk: "And you got off easy!"
*Asriel's foot slams down, swinging his entire body back at you! Your heads collide.
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*Blood drips down your forehead as you both struggle to withstand each other's pressure.
Asriel Soulless: "For years I watched from afar, not knowing what to do of myself! While you popped soda bottles and flirted with models, I was in the trenches of existentialism!"
White-Eyed Frisk: "Stop making me sound weird, I flirted with everyone! Not just the cute ones!"
Asriel Soulless: "I know, you have a problem."
White-Eyed Frisk: "Shut up! You're just mad that you lack genitalia!"
Asriel Soulles: "I...wait no! That's not the point I was-Gh!"
*You push Asriel back and jump to grab one of the knives, Asriel stretches his hand to reel one in.
White-Eyed Frisk: "pls-"
White-Eyed Frisk: "DIE!"
*Asriel barely blocks your blow in time.
White-Eyed Frisk: 'Damn it! I should've said pretty pls.'
*You scurry away only to realize you have Asriel's knife.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Trade?"
Asriel Soulless: "Sure."
*Asriel tosses your knife to you...you do not do the same.
Asriel Soulless: "W-wait but we said-"
White-Eyed Frisk: "I LIED!"
*You cut Asriel into pieces. You can't be more than an inch away from stabbing the souls until a shockwave of rainbow energy blows you back.
*The toy knife is grabbed by a small hand. A girl with braided black hair and a ribbon holds her weapon tightly.
*A boy with thick glasses and a thicker journal opens his torn book to its final pages.
*A girl with a manly bandana and oversized tough gloves is the first to stretch out her hands to be grabbed. The braided girl and thick-glassed boy hold her hands.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Tch, like hell I'm gonna let you guys pull off some...Super duper final move!"
*You sprint to the-
*BANG!
*You narrowly deflect the gunshot of a girl with a cowboy hat. Her brown eyes are sharp. Any closer and her shot would hit true.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Lucky bastards."
*A boy with an apron collects the pieces of Asriel and puts them on their frying pan before taking the thick-glassed boys remaining hand.
*A blonde-haired boy with a tutu and ballerina shoes spins with impressive form before taking the hand of the apron boy.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Come on you shitty cowboy, you need to hold hands to finish that spell, don't you?"
*The sharp-eyed girl tries to ward you off with her stare alone, but she's forced to turn around to take the hands of the braided girl and the tutu boy.
*The moment she turns you run with all your might, aiming to cut at least the cowboy girl down.
*Clink!
*The braided girl blocks your knife with her own.
*You try for another attempt but the humans and their items fly to the center. Fusing with Asriel's torn body. The items, the souls, and all their Determination combine into this one final attack. A book is manifested and opened as a powerful voice reads from it.
???: "Time shall shatter, space shall break, all shall shake!"
White-Eyed Frisk: "We're doing big boy attacks then?"
*You hold your knife with both hands.
White-Eyed Frisk: "Fine, I've been coming up with an extra-strong one just for you!"
???: "When our wills combine, the devil and angel shall be leveled to the dust they spilled!"
*A giant skull begins to consume the black holes with its mere charge up. Yet you hold your ground.
White-Eyed Frisk: "NEO GENESIS-"
*Your knife shines brighter than ever before.
???: "Let victory be ours! Chaos And Order intertwined!"
*A infinite area of colors, shapes, and possibilities surrounds the skull's beam.
White-Eyed Frisk: "ULTIMATE-"
*Existence itself begins to rip apart as you move your slash.
???: "FINAL HYPER-"
*The concepts that hold this world fall apart from the skulls growing beam
White-Eyed Frisk: "SLAAAASSHHH-"
*The timeline is cut into ribbons.
???: "GOOONERRRR!"
*Then erased and reformed in infinite combinations...before being consumed by the beam that shoots straight at you.
White-Eyed Frisk: "V.BEYOND INFINITY!"
*Your slash surpasses the infinities and reaches levels that are hard to comprehend!
*And all that is heard before everything is blown away once more is-
White-Eyed Frisk/???: "TRADE MARKED!"
*...
*......
*......
*...That... was a real mind fuck. I think I lost grip on what was happening near the end.
Frisk: 'Badass things Chara, badass things."
*...Are you okay?
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*Well, that answers that.
Frisk: 'Eh...nothing but a booboo.'
*You get up, ignoring your lost arm, the hole in your gut, and the fact that your heart seems one wrong move from shattering apart.
*How are you even standing?
Frisk: 'Determination.'
*Ah, of course.
*You walk onward, everything is pitch black...except for the green patch that Flowey rests on. Not Soulless Asriel, not that buff freak, or even that Lovecraftian with a dozen different names. Just Flowey with cut petals and a droopy stem.
*The souls lay on the ground, their lights dim, and their hearts shattered.
*You look Flowey in the eye.
Frisk: "IN YOUR FACE!"
*...
Frisk: "You can't kill diss! This was your L + Ezz game for me + you malding + cope + seeth-"
Flowey: "You really are a twatter scum."
Frisk: "Tsk, shut up!"
*You pluck one of Flowey's petals. He whimpers.
Frisk: "Check this out Flowey."
*You conjure up a pie...somehow.
Frisk: "I just destroyed everything...infinitely...on all dimensional scales and umh...systems of mathematics-"
*What the fuck are you saying?
Frisk: "I'm saying I can do whatever the fuck I want! J-just look."
*You raise the butterscotch pie.
Frisk: "In all timelines, no matter how strong I was I could NEVER eat an entire butterscotch pie. It just...intimidated me. But now, look at this!"
*...You gobble up the pie.
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Frisk: "SHEEE? I'MA AH GUUD!"
*You shouldn't talk with food in your mouth Frisk.
Frisk: "S-shut up!"
*You lick the bits of pie off your face. Gross.
Frisk: "Point is. I'm awesome, strong, smart, and I'm fucking schmoovin when I wanna be! I know what all of you guys want, I was the ambassador of your entire race for fucks sake! So I know about the economy and how corruption rises and a billion other things! And I've got the determination to make a damn good world. No, more than that...I'm going to make this...Under-tale great again!"
*You grab Flowey by his stem.
Frisk: "So what the FUCK is your issue with me?"
*Flowey sighs.
Flowey: "For...for years I roamed under the sun with no warmth...I-"
Frisk: "Was a sad little boy, I get it."
Flowey: "NO! Well...yes but....one day out of curiosity alone I ventured to the village that had killed me and Chara. I expected to receive nothing but hate and disgust...as they'd no doubt consider me a monster. Yet...the humans there...they were nice."
*...
Flowey: "Those people that for so long were nothing but a bad memory to me...now had names. Rachel, Thomas, Daniel...very generic names...yes. But names nonetheless. And on that day I realized...that this world for all its faults...still had plenty of people I could learn from."
Frisk: "War, famine, power discrepancies, you can't ignore all that just because you like a few folks."
Flowey: "But I'm not! I'm not saying things shouldn't change, I'm saying that I want US to find how to change it. Not just YOU. I-i learned things from glorified hairless monkeys! So you can learn or at least hear out the opinion of the friends you spent so long with! J-just because you're strong...or smart...doesn't mean you know it all. If you want to change this world, fine! But don't erase everyone in it! Don't take all our memories! Don't play god with us! Because...in this world...everyone...can teach you something new. Whether it's...kill or be killed...or love or be loved...or how grey things are...I...I think everyone can bring something to the table."
Frisk: "Oh so you want the rapists to be leading congress or some shit?"
Flowey: "Aren't they already?"
Frisk: "Don't get smart on me! You know what I mean! Not everyone can rule or even make good decisions! Sure, maybe everyone could teach or reaffirm SOMETHING about this world to you...but fat-chance that it'll be worth shit!"
Flowey: "...One person shouldn't decide the fates of everyone."
Frisk: "When that person is smarter than everyone? Maybe they should!"
Flowey: "You're not some perfect robot Frisk! You don't understand everyone's perspective or have the solutions to everything. That's why you need others! Other opinions, other viewpoints, and other people to learn and grow with you! Not just play GOD because you're up your own ass!"
Frisk: "You don't get it. Do you think everyone's gonna sit down, drink some tea and solve world hunger together? They'll fucking eat each other alive with their own biases and shitty ideals! I'd rather be an imperfect ruler than a hivemind that backstabs each other!"
Flowey: "You idiot! That's not what's going to happen. Sure it won't be perfect but if we-"
Frisk: "Nuah, it will be that bad."
Flowey: "No it won't."
Frisk: "Yes it will!"
Flowey: "Ugh, we're getting nowhere with this. Trump card it is then."
Frisk: "Oh so you wanna go flower boy! Fine, I can tussle another-"
Flowey: "I'm not fighting you dipshit, I'm getting THEIR opinion on it."
Frisk: "Who the fuck is this them/their loser you keep talking about?"
???: "Why the reader of course."
Frisk: "N-no, it can't be! Its-"
Frisk: "A Lamborghini!?"
*Gaster drives towards you and Flowey on a golden Lamborghini urus. And he is covered in bling. From diamonds on every one of his fingers to golden chains around his neck. He parks the car and walks towards both of you with an astonishing amount of swagger.
Frisk: "How the fuck are you here?"
Flowey: "Why do you have a car?"
*...I feel like I should say something funny here...bark noises.
Gaster: "You destroyed the universe...a lot of times, reality gets a bit funky when that happens. Makes it easier for things that don't exist to...slip by."
Frisk: "But how do you and Flowey-"
Flowey: "We talked after I absorbed all the souls, why do you think I wanted Asgore to stall you?"
Frisk: "I-i don't know to get the souls or something?"
Flowey: "That takes like five seconds tops."
Frisk: "Ugh."
*You rub your eyes, trying to get a grip on this massive game-changing information...doesn't feel so nice, huh?
Frisk: 'Shut up.'
Frisk: "Okay, so you know and can prove this how???"
Gaster: "I have a RoyalRoad account."
Frisk: "What?"
Gaster: "I like the LitRpg novels."
Frisk: "No I mean how is that relevant?"
Gaster: "...Were a Royal Road fanfiction."
Frisk: "No...no! T-that can't be true."
*Gaster manifests a computer from thin air. He types 'Undertale Genocide Abridged.' into the search bar. It's loading...loading...loading...man the internet is shit here.
*!
*It's us!
Frisk: "No Chara, it's a shitty stick figure. This isn't us!"
Gaster: "...you can check if you want."
*...You read all of 'Undertale Genocide Abridged.' and realize two things.
Frisk: "Shit...that is us...and this is shit! We're not even in a good fanfiction!"
Gaster: "I thought it was funny. And the stick figure is welcoming to the-"
Frisk: "Shut up! Just...shut up! W-what is even the point of all this? umh-"
*You squint your eyes to make out the author's name.
Frisk: "Mx.Writer!? Woah real clever! I'm so impressed by your kindergartner naming skills! Now get your ass down here and explain why the fuck you made me read your garbage fanfiction!"
*Gaster coughs into his hand's holes.
Gaster: "Well, I don't know the author's reasoning, but I was hoping the audience could decide."
Frisk: "Why?"
Gaster: "Don't you think this is very very interesting? Now that you've both presented your arguments the readers can determine which one they agree with. And choose the ending! We could learn much from their decisions and reasoning. Don't you think?"
Frisk: "No. This is dumb."
Flowey: "It's what's happening. And by the way, nothing you've said has explained why you have all that bling."
Gaster: "My rap with Frisk did very well on youdon'texisttube."
*...Well...I guess that explains my need to narrate everything.
*...So...YOU have been watching us. And now YOU must come to an important 'decision'.
*...Think for a bit before YOU decide...
*Our futures are in YOUR hands after all.
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