On The Surface | An OCTale Sequel

10) It's Quiet Uptown

20th August

"TYLER I WARNED YOU, BUT NO! GET READY TO DIE AGAIN, YOU IDIOT!" is the first thing I hear from Flowey as I wake up.

"Shush Flowey...I need to get ready..." I groan, yawning as I get changed into my 'ambassador' attire.
Gúidea has ordered me to wear at least something smart for going to some meetings with Asgore. So she bought me a purple checkered shirt and some fancy pants.

I...don't really like wearing them. But this matter is kind of important.

I comb a hand through my hair to straighten it, and clear my throat as I pick Flowey's pot up.

"You're making a huge mistake Tyler." Flowey chastises.

I rifle through the cupboards and grab a packet of Popato Cwisps and a single cinnamon cookie.

Inventory:
PenKnife
PopCwisps
CinCookie

Flowey sighs as I lock the door behind me. Then, I head towards the town hall. It's to the left of the school.

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The huge clock chimes 9 times as I enter the shiny building, which is definitely in better condition than the houses in the village. Someone - probably Asgore - must have a lot of spare time.

"Oh! Howdy Tyler, why are you here so early?" The goat King announces, walking into the room with a fresh cup of tea and wearing his 'Mr. Dad Guy' sweater.

Flowey mumbles something to himself.
"That's the sweater we made..."

I now realise I never got Asgore's phone number. Even then, does he even have a phone?

"Oh, I've booked myself into the conference room in an hour. You're welcome to join, if you'd like?" I request politely. Asgore simply nods in response, completely unaware of what I want him to be in there for.

I then decide to wait for everyone to arrive whilst sitting on the reception desk. I wave several friends and foes inside. Castellar and Impact stop to chat, and I smile.

"SAY TYLER, WHAT IS THIS ALL ABOUT?"
"Yeah, I'd like to know too." They both ask separately.

"YES, IT IS RATHER CONCERNING TO SAY THE LEAST." Webdings announces, as he makes his way across the room to us. I glare at him for a second.

"Well, just go wait in the conference room, please. I promise I'll explain everything when you're there. It's the second door on the right." I gesture politely. Webdings nods respectfully, and takes his children away to the room where it will happen.

Finally, as soon as everyone I invited has arrived, I take a deep breath, and take Flowey into the room with me. The surrounding gaggle immediately goes quite. They are all seated around a long table, which is also very clean spare a few coffee stains.

"Ahem. Thank you everyone for taking your time to come here..." I start, and glance over at Webdings.
"...No matter what you may think of me at the moment."

I cough awkwardly. Everybody's eyes are on me, besides Flowey...
And Impact?

...Then again...

"I need you guys to understand something important. And...it may change your opinion on me forever."

"TYLER I CAN'T HANDLE THE SUSPENSE!" I hear Crimson yell from the other side of the room.

"Shush!" I scold, earning a growl from Sam. "Please take this seriously."

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"Well....l'll get straight to the point. This...isn't the first time I've been here." I confess.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Guidea asks. Meanwhile, Impact and Webdings look at me like they already knew this...

"All of you are aware of the 'multiple worlds' theory, right? It's the theory that every action you take creates an alternate timeline. What if I told you I have the power to potentially play God?" This earns a few murmurs from my friends.

"The power I wanted to use..." Flowey growls.

"I am the anomaly." Now, Webdings, Sam and Impact's face light up, but not in a good way. It seems they are the only ones who understood what I said.

I sigh a little, thinking back on Impact's words from...whenever that was. "I'm an anomaly in the timeline. Everything stopping and starting, jumping left and right. Because of how much determination I have, if I die, or something goes wrong, or if I just want to, I can go back in time to change things. I call it.. We used to call it...Resetting." I explain sadly, looking at everyone intently. I then show everyone my save file.

Tyler
LV 1
Conference Room
2117:13

CONTINUE RESET

Flowey grins maniacally at me.

"Even if we were to believe you, how can you prove it?" Impact chimes in.

"...Let's have a codeword. If I reset, I'll tell you the codeword and then you'll know. I'll demonstrate now, if you want. Do you want to make up the codeword, Impact?" I assess, being polite as I say so.

"Uh, sure. Let's say the codeword is...Popato Cwisps." He stops to think, and shrugs.

I then hover my hand over the LOAD button, my arm trembling.

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"........Even if we were to believe you, how can you prove it?" Impact chimes in.

"Popato Cwisps." I say simply. Everyone raises their eyebrows in question.

"That's...the codeword..." Impact confirms.

"And that is the answer to your question. Remember everybody, the codeword is 'Popato Cwisps', 'kay?" I nod, addressing the rest of the room. They nod in agreement collectively.

I sigh happily. "I'm just glad you all know now. Meeting dismissed."

As everyone leaves, some hugging me as they do, I think to myself.

I didn't tell them everything. I left out Asriel, obviously. I intend to keep my promise to Flowey. And I didn't tell them how many times I reset to try and get Luke to stay...

Or that one time... Where the Demon of Power overtook my conscience. Luke made me go a different direction one time. I...we...killed them...all, and almost destroyed the entire underground... resetting before it was too late. Of course I always forgave them after, but I never really understood why they even did that to me.

Power is a strange thing.

It can be used for both good and bad reasons.