Finally. After all the resets, after all the deaths, all the runs, pacifist... neutral... and... genocide....
We are finally free.
Free from the underground, free from the unchanging, consistent lifestyle, just free. Free to run wild, free to live the lives we've wanted, free to survive.
Now out of the underground, the monsters, and the human set off to build their new lives on the surface. Mettaton himself, set off to Hollywood in hopes of finding fame, glory, and riches, but still staying close with his own, dear friends. Asgore went off to travel the world, he hasn't seen very much for he never really left his castle in the underground. So the whole earth was something new to him, so much to do, so much to explore, and so much to experience. The rest of the monsters, and the little human frisk, stayed together. They started building a village. A village where monsters and humans could co-exist in peace and tranquillity.
The monsters lived in peace with the humans for many years. The monsters spread out to expand, and to explore the world. Monsters were now accepted into the human community, they had jobs, families, lives, all across the earth. But, there was one thing forgotten. One thing that they thought was just a bad memory. But they were still remembered in the minds of some, more than others. But, none the less, they were back.
Chara.
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Tale of Our Golden Years {~Undertale~}
FanfictionBirds are singing, flowers are blooming, on days like these, those monsters, Are free from the underground. The monsters have stretched across the earth, living in all countries. They're accepted in the community, and living amazing lives. But what...
