Hackedtale Oneshots

Morning Flowers (x White)

The sky is completely dark now, save for the stars and moon. You've been sitting on the cold ground for what feels like ages, and you almost decided to stand up and stretch when you hear the sounds of faint, hushed voices coming from down the path. "Do you have the echoflowers?"

"Of course I do, Tori. They're still in the bag. See? You can see the glow."

"Of course. I was just checking." To your surprise, the voices belong to Asgore Dreemurr, the king of monsters, and his ex-wife, Toriel. Her head is bowed slightly, her gaze trained intently on her feet. "Thank you for accompanying me this time."

"No thanks is necessary. I happen to have something to say as well." Asgore opens the bag he'd brought with him. Inside are the flowers that you'd been finding, even more brilliant in their currently unwilted state. What had she called them, again?

You're startled out of your thoughts as Toriel carefully takes one of the flowers out of the bag and begins to speak. "My child... I have so much to say, but no words to say it with. I still cannot believe you are really gone. It seems like only yesterday we were sitting in my kitchen eating Cinnamon Butterscotch pie." She laughs, her voice shaking as she wipes the corners of her eyes. You notice that Asgore has turned his back to Toriel and the statue as if trying to give them a moment alone, and you immediately realize that you are eavesdropping on something that is probably incredibly private. "I wish-- I wish I had not let you go. We all could have escaped this nightmare if I'd been able to convince you to stay. It would have given Sans a chance to figure out how to fix everything without--" Her voice breaks, and Toriel stops for a moment. You can see the struggle on her face to regain her composure. "The pain you must have felt... I cannot imagine it. And, even through all of that, you kept smiling. You would not let us give up, even when you were staring death in the face, and now you are free. Free from the pain, free from the bonds of the code, and free from us. Rest well, my little one." She places her flower at the base of the statue, and you can hear her message repeat itself. It's safe to say that you are more than a little confused, but you have no time to reflect on your new information as Asgore lifts up a flower of his own, still facing away from the statue. "I suppose it's my turn now, isn't it?"

He turns, his steps towards the statue slow and reluctant. When he finally reaches it, he kneels down, eyes trained on the flower. "Child. I want-- no, need to apologize for everything I put you through. I can't even imagine how you have suffered at my hand. I wanted to make things right, only to realize that I would have to give you your final death while everyone looked on. That feeling of helplessness..." He shakes his head as if trying to dislodge the memory from his head. " I am so sorry. Your pain has ended now. I just wish it hadn't had to go this way. I wish we could have taken you up to the surface with--" You hear more voices making their way up the mountain, and Asgore drops his flower. "I should go, before the rest of them come up here." He stands up, walking quickly past Toriel and down the path. Toriel shakes her head, and speaks, partially to herself and partially to the statue, "He wants to take all the blame for himself. Everyone does."

With that, she also departs, and moments later a new pair arrives: Undyne, the captain of the royal guard, and Alphys, the royal scientist. You recognized them from seeing them on tv at the press conferences Asgore had been forced to attend when the monsters had first arrived. They've only brought one flower, which Alphys holds carefully with both hands. They stop about a foot away from the statue. "Hey, Frisk," says Undyne, "it's been a while. Alphys finally made me come up here too..." She stops, shaking her head. "This is stupid, Al. You said it was going to help." Alphys shifts the flower over to one hand and puts the other on Undyne's shoulder. "Y-you have to finish talking. That's w-when it starts to help. T-trust me."

"What if I don't know what to say?"

"It w-will come to you. Just start t-talking." Undyne nods, then starts again. "Kid, not having you with us... it sucks. Maybe no one wants to acknowledge it, but it's true. Every sunrise and sunset makes us think of you, and how much better they'd be if you got to see them too. Everyone blames themselves. We haven't seen Sans or that stupid flower in weeks. Papyrus says they're working on a way to bring you back, but I don't think that's how it works. Speaking of Papyrus, the poor guy's heartbroken. He can't even train, because every attack he summons reminds him of your fight. Heck, I still can't look at my own spears the same way. I trained to kill humans my whole life, but..." Her voice trails off, and Undyne shakes her head. After a few moments of silence, Alphys says, "W-what she means is that we r-really miss you, Frisk, and we're s-sorry that we couldn't p-protect you."