Undertale Scenarios

They Make It Up To You

They Make It Up To You:

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Alphys:
“(Y/N).” Her hands prodded your sides as she tried to lightly shake you awake. You only rolled over on the couch, hugging a throw pillow against your head. You opened your eyes slightly to stare at the back of the cushions, all those feelings of jealously and anger returning to you, but only in memory. You heard her sigh, and her weight settled down by your back. She hesitantly laid a hand on your side, but it was light like she was ready to remove it if you became irritated. “I’m sorry I never told you before. I didn’t know it would be such a big deal.” You grunted in response, and she laid her head on your hip. You were both silent for a few moments, then you decided it was time to speak.
“It was my fault,” you muttered into the pillow, and she asked you to repeat yourself. “It was my fault.” You shifted your face away from the couch and looked down at her. She looked back. “Maybe I just wasn’t feeling all right in the head. I don’t know why it set me off so bad.”
“So, uh…” Her eyes flicked away from you, and her face started turning red. “Is this like… Are we good now?”
“I don’t think there was ever a moment where we weren’t ‘good’,” you laughed, and she grinned, surveying you again. You both sat up and hugged each other. As you took in her scent and felt the heat of her face against your shoulder, you swore you would never let her go.

~+~

Asgore:
You watched as he descended the porch’s steps, something he had never done before. He marched himself all the way to Toriel’s car, then open the back passenger door for Frisk, greeting them as they hopped out. You watched as he said nothing to his former wife, but instead waved shortly, then turned around and grabbed Frisk’s hand. He led the child back to you, where they then climbed into your lap and began to play with your hair. You smiled at them, then glanced worriedly at Asgore. He simply gave you a kind smile and returned to his wicker chair, not even blinking an eye as Toriel drove away. You stared out at the gravel drive, hiding your grimaces when Frisk pulled your hair too tight, but contemplating just how far your words had gone.
“What was their name?” His deep voice rumbled, and you peeked over at him.
“Zacchary.”
“Tell him I said thank you.”
You smiled over at him, and shook your head lightly. “He doesn’t exist when you’re around.”

~+~

Asriel:
In the morning, you had awoken to a rather panic-inducing pounding on your front door. When you scrambled up to answer it, door swinging open, you found no one. But a flower crown made up of the familiar golden flowers atop the hill was resting at your doorstep. There was no question on who had left it, and you snatched it from the stone step, taking it inside and placing it on a bookshelf. The day went by rather slowly, but when it neared 5:30, you threw on a coat and some shoes, starting your trek up the slope. It didn’t take long to reach the top anymore, legs accustomed to the climb after a few months of doing so. Asriel sat at the top, neck arched as he played with the strands of grass, his curling horns casting shadows down his head. You quietly seated yourself beside him and looked out at the sunset as best you could.
“Hey,” he greeted you, and you replied with a similar salutation. “About yesterday…,” he started, and you knew where the conversation was going. “I’m sorry about everything that happened.
“Why?” He seemed stunned that you asked that. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
“But –”
“‘But’ nothing, Asriel. I’ll admit, I got a little riled up. My bad.” Your voice was harsh, yet you couldn’t find any other tone.
“(Y/N).” You looked at him sadly, and he drew you close, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You welcomed the proximity, not denying his affections as he told you how great you were. And even if you said that apologies were unacceptable, every sentence he found some way to slip one in.