Undertale: Regrets *DISCONTINUED*

Part 5: The Others

Sans and Frisk walked out of the Judgement Hall, finally. Frisk offered to help Sans walk, because of the incident, but he declined her offer. They didn't talk much; with the realization that they could potentially get into fights because of how unstable they are.

Nevertheless, they exited the horrific halls and traveled to the throne room, hoping to find others.

Luckily, they found signs of Asgore: the glistening golden flowers were freshly watered, there were careful footprints around the plants, and the throne was still slightly warm.

Frisk and Sans walked more into the room, then they heard loud footsteps through the wall, it sounded as if a massive beast was about to enter the throne room. Sans freaked out and teleported behind a pillar, while Frisk stood confidently, waiting for whatever was there to approach.

Asgore stomped into the room, the sound shaking the walls, "Oh... you must be the human that flower warned me about..." he paused, as if he was anticipating an interruption, "So... I would like to give you a cup of tea, but you know how it is..." he lowered his head.

But before he could finish, Frisk interrupted, "I'm sorry, but I am not the human you were looking for. Well, thats the half truth. Please listen to what I have to say Asgore."

"How do you know..." Asgore peered at the determined child with confusion.

"Well, it's a long story..." Frisk continued, explaining everything of what has happened so far, including the timelines. Asgore just nodded his head, despite not understanding anything of their situation.

"Ok... so you had something controlling you, but then you came back in the middle of a battle, and you also have the power to reset, you called it? And you have been traveling back in time aswell?" The child nodded their head, "Ok, ok... this is very hard to believe, Frisk? I believe thats what you called yourself... just give me some time to process this..."

Sans stepped out from his hiding place, "Oh um, heh, I was the one she was fighting... the name's Sans." He extended his boney hand.

Asgore shook the hand, and stared in surprise at the sound of a whoope cushion that Sans had carefully prepared. Frisk snickered, the skeleton grinning aswell at the king's reaction.

"Oh... you... you kind of remind me of someone I once knew..." Asgore looked at the floor, recalling a memory from the past.

Frisk jumped up, "Oh yeah! You said a flower told you?" Sans' eye glowed a light blue, he hoped no one noticed, "What exactly happened before we got here?" Frisk asked.

"Oh, a terrified golden flower showed up a little while ago. He said that he made a horrible choice, and that I need to watch out for a human that comes through," replied Asgore.

Frisk looked at him in disbelief, "What? Are you absolutely sure that it was a flower."

"Yes, it was indeed a flower," answered Asgore. Frisk ploped down on the floor, pondering about how exactly Flowey-if it was him-could get so scared.

Sans walked over to Asgore, still smiling as his eyesocket's lights both extinguished, "A n d w h e r e i s h e ?"