Friskriel - The barrier

10 - Romance and Tragedy

Frisk and Asriel sat on the hill, watching the rays of sunlight leaking through the surface to the Underground. They were happy together. Very happy.

"Hey, Frisk..." Asriel said, breaking the silence.

"Yah, Azzy?" Frisk replied, getting closer inside Asriel.

"Just wanted to tell you that I love you." Asriel said.

"Aww. I love ya too." Frisk giggled. "I should thank Ic for that. He gave his SOUL to help you."

"Yeah, me too..." Asriel said, smiling at the 'sky'.

They decided to go home. It was a little nicer in there. They sat on their couch. They watched some old cartoons Frisk had when they fell down.

Suddenly, Asriel lost 9 HP. Frisk rushed to his aid. They gave him candy to fully restore his 10 HP.

He lost 9.9 HP this time. Frisk gave him more candy. This happened a few more times before stopping. They continued watching, except with candy on the table, just in case. This doesn't mean that they didn't think nothing was wrong. They KNEW something was wrong. They just didn't know what.

Meanwhile

Ic was standing in an alley, low at 4 HP. 

He was witnessing a mass murderer. He saw people die. His friends die. There was nothing he could do about it. He was filled with guilt, losing determination. The will to live. 

But he persisted. Or so tried.

The murderer was done killing or injuring the immediate area. 

Piles of dust and Fallen Down monsters lay around Ic. He started crying. He was that ONE monster with a naturally high LV. He had a HP of 48. 

He could've stood up to the murderer, which only had 4 LV by now. But he didn't.

That was 1 HP. He realized he'd killed Asriel by now, their SOULs being connected.

He started dusting. He tried finding food to eat. No luck.

Frisk is in pain now, and it's all your fault. YOU killed their boyfriend.

That was the last 2 HP. He dusted away. He left one last message to Frisk via voicemail.

"Hey... uhh... Frisk... I'm... I'm sorry. I let many... *Sniff* many people... die. There's a mass murderer coming towards... Snowdin. He got me down to 4 HP. I started taking damage. Loss of will to live. Asriel is taking the same damage... he's dead isn't he? I'm sorry he's dead. My HP is at 0 now. Heh... guess this is it, huh? Goodbye...

Home

Frisk checked their voicemail.

"Hey, Azzy, look at this! Ic sent us voicemail! See? Told ya!" Frisk exclaimed.

"Okay. I guess you win." Asriel chuckled.

"Hey... uhh... Frisk... I'm... I'm sorry. I let many... *Sniff* many people... die. There's a mass murderer coming towards... Snowdin. He got me down to 4 HP. I started taking damage. Loss of will to live. Asriel is taking the same damage... he's dead isn't he? I'm sorry... My HP is at 0 now. Heh... guess this is it, huh? Goodbye..." the phone's speakers broadcasted.

"Wait! We need to save the Skelebros!!" Frisk exclaimed.

Snowdin

The place was in havoc. The murderer from New Home was now at Snowdin. Sans stood up to them. He had telekinesis. The murderer was no match for him. Sans knocked him out and sent him to prison for interrogation. Ic's and many other's dust was spread that day. Ic's dust was spread across Asriel's previous body - a buttercup. Alphys, by Asriel's request, had injected some determination into the flower. Except less so that Ic wouldn't have control over the whole timeline. Ic never came back.

But people had to move on. Nothing except hope would bring Ic back.