Frisk walked through the gray halls, almost seeming as if they never ended when they got to a room of coffins with colored hearts on them. Frisk read them and two names caught their eye. A red heart on a coffin with the name 'Frisk', and a second coffin at the very end with a red heart with the name 'Chara'.
Frisk left the room and went through a door. So many flowers yellow and green coated the float as Frisk entered the room. As Frisk went closer to the center they saw a goat like man similar to Toriel but taller standing in the center of the flower field.
Asgore turns and looks at them. "I'm sure you know what we must do, when you're ready please come to the next room." Asgore goes to the room behind the throne.
Frisk continued through the hall and came to a long white and black room. "This is the barrier. It is what keeps us trapped underground. If by some chance you have unfinished business turn back now and finish it. You will come here anyway if you wish to leave as much as you do."
Chara watched and followed as Frisk left and went back to the room of coffins. They watched as Frisk pried open the one with their name on it and Frisk took out Chara's soul. ".....I won't survive this, and Toriel misses you. If this will bring you back it will all have been worth it," Frisk said in a quiet and soft tone before going to Chara and putting the heart to her chest, it being sucked in slowly before going in completely.
Frisk smiled sadly and went back to Asgore as Chara's eyes closed and they slumped against one of the coffins.
Asgore turned to face Frisk as seven containers rise from the ground, one with a green heart, one with a yellow heart, one with an orange heart, one with a dark purple, one with a blue, and one with a cyan, and one empty where Frisk's own soul will go.
As the fight raged on suddenly white pellets surrounded Asgore in a familiar circle and attacked him before the final one destroyed his heart. "You idiot! In this world," Flowey paused and his face became demonic.
"I̸̩͐t̶̻̃'̵̩̇s̴̛͓ ̷̺̇k̸͙̃í̷̝l̸̻͂ĺ̸̙ ̷̤͠ò̴̗r̶̗̽ ̴̢̉b̸̗͊e̸̛̻ ̶̳̐ķ̴͒i̶͉͘l̵̠̋l̵̟̒e̶̫̓d̸̬̃.̶̻̅."
Frisk entered a new world at that statement and began a fight with an eldritch demon Flowey.
After a long time and nearly dying several times only to be saved by the souls in the containers Frisk got the option to kill or spare Flowey. After trying so many times to spare Flowey it seemed to have worked, at least that's what they thought since he ran away.
Frisk continued through a new door. Suddenly Frisk received a call from everyone they had met and made friends with, Sans, Undyne, Papyrus, Alphys, Mettaton, Toriel....and then Flowey appeared.
"Why don't you understand? Being nice just gets you hurt in the end. You made all these nice friends and now you'll probably never see them again.....I don't get it...doesn't it hurt?"
Frisk nods and hugs them before going to the barrier. They take out Asgore's broken soul and piece it back together before taking out their own and before their vision went black with death they put the two souls to the barrier and broke it, letting the monsters be able to leave once again before they themself fell to the ground.
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The Yellow Flowers
FanfictionWhile trying to escape their father and prove the urban legends wrong, Frisk falls down into the mountain, and must learn to survive in an unknown world as a ghost follows them around
