What Went Wrong?

Chapter 31

I recognized this grey barren hallway. This was the hallways to the Throne Room. I gasped slightly in surprise. Undyne used to hang out a lot right outside this door, she once was the gaurd to the castle, but now she got her dream come true. Anyways, down the hallway to the right there it was. The basement to where I was first buried. "Hey Frisk, I know Asgore is right inside the throne room. But... maybe you go down stairs for a moment? I want to see Asriel." I asked them hopeful.

Frisk grinned and nodded as they started down the long staircase. The steps where huge compared to Frisk's feet so each step was about five steps for them. It was obvious that they were make for mom and dad. I remembered the look on mom and dad's faces as they carried Asriel and my body down the steps. Suddenly Frisk entered a cramped room and they stepped back in fright at the sight.

The room was crammed pack full of coffins with different color of hearts on the top. The temperature dropped a few degrees as I saw how horrified Frisk was. The deep blue soul coffin from so long ago, was still there but there was also many other colors now. Frisk inched their way towards the coffin closest to them. 'It's a coffin. There's a name engraved on it. Chara. It's empty.' Frisk stared at it and their eyes widened so big I don't think they could possibly open them any further!

"Hey Frisk, I think you have seen enough here. I really don't think you should open those back coffins." I told them. They took one last glance at Asriel and mine's coffin, and scrambled out of the small room, taking two steps at a time... or they attempted to.

Frisk stood outside of Dad's throne room and stared at the closed door. Soon enough, I glance over and saw the fear and sadness in their eyes. They sniffled and pushed open the large wooden door. But the old wooden door was stuck. It was quite a funny sight to see. The pushed and pushed until, pop! The door flung open and Frisk stumbled onto a huge bed of golden flowers. The golden flowers that I killed myself with.

They lifted their head up and looked around the brightly lit and colorful room. They looked amazed! They flowers they were laying on were freshly watered and small green leaves grew out of the sides of them. There was one royal purple king-sized throne, and there was also a royal purple queen-sized throne shoved in the corner, covered by a huge white cloth. I felt a sudden surge of sadness, why did the plan of mine take sure a toll of Dad and Mom. I turned my head up and noticed the King standing right in front of Frisk, watering his flowers.

His voice was still deep and jolly, and his mood was still happy... like before everything. As he spoke to Frisk I let my mind wander. Why does Dad have to throw dumb but happy memories at me? Why did I ever even think that my plan was fully flawless? Why didn't I think of family before everyone else? Why am I such a stubborn asshole who takes shit from no one? I sighed as I glanced up and noticed that Frisk had just entered the locked up barrier room and Dad stood in front of Frisk facing away from them.

King Asgore stood, towering over Frisk. The twilight was blazing through the door. It filled Frisk... with DETERMINATION! Asgore spoke, disturbing the subtle silence, "Human... it was nice to meet you. Goodbye." His head lowered and his eyes darkened, he lofted up his humongous deep red trident and smashed it down beside Frisk. The fight started and Frisk can't spare him. A lonely and scared tear strolled down Frisks faces as they struggled to find a conversation topic.

Asgore's attacked and swung his trident towards Frisk, left and right. But Frisk always dodged! Or almost, they had a long cut down their face. Down to ten HP. I had to hold back the urge to straight of destroy him right then and there, so instead I told Frisk what to do. "Frisk! I gave you the permission. You have to do it. You have to kill Asore." Frisk stood there for a second and then just as fast as the fight started, the whipped out my old knife and a look of evil crossed their eyes.

But before they started to attack they quickly sat down and ate the week old butterscotch cinnamon put that Toriel made before we left the Ruins. Asgore look shook for a moment, maybe it was fact that they were hold my knife or maybe it was the old scent of the pie is ex-wife used to make all the time.

He held his trident tighter as Frisk landed their first attack. They slashed the knife down on Asgore but only hit the side of his arm. "Hey you landed the hit at least. Just a few more swings and you'll get the hang of it!" A creepy smile crossed their face. They were oddly enjoying this fight. Their next attack they landed directly on his chest, but not deep enough to kill him. Just enough to lower his HP even more. In response he smashed his weapon across and one his blades hit Frisks mouth. They wiped the blood away from their mouth and continued to slash the sharp knife at my dad.

I won't lie it was kind of difficult to to give Frisk the permission to kill my dad, on behalf of them, but maybe it was for the greater good. I sat back and watched the fight go down. I wasn't going to stop them... but I wasn't going to encourage them any more either. This is the end of the or journey. They will leave me, I will go back to my grave, and live in pain... like I deserve. I closed my eyes for a long moment until I heard a weapon clatter to the ground and a groan of despair. I jumped at the sound and I stared into the eyes of an almost dead king. A tear strung at my eyes, but I refused to let it fall. He spoke slowly to Frisk, but I didn't hear it. It seemed like everything was moving in slowly motion.

Soon, Frisk had only two options. Kill him and leave the Underground forever or spare him and never see the surface again. I stared terrified as Frisk slowly raised their arm up to kill dad. I through my head back and shut my eyes tight. I may have watched my brother die but I couldn't stand to watch my dad die too. But instead I hear another weapon clatter to the floor. I quickly opened up my eyes to see Frisk knelt down in front of Asgore holding his extended hand. His face was so shocked.

Then he smiled a genuinely happy smile. "...After everything I've done to hurt you... you would rather stay down here and suffer... than live happily on the surface? Human... I promise you... for as long as you remain down here, my wife and I will take care of you the best we can. We can sit in the living room, telling stories... eating butterscotch pie. We could be like... like a family!" I noticed all those things he said, was what mom, dad, Asriel, and I used to do together. Frisk was beaming. I would not go back to the grave, I will be happy!