Hal Henderics

The two Screwdivers are destroyed instantly by Ignia's twirling whirling keyblade, expelling their hearts and scattering treasures about. As the Heartless fade away, the pool of shadows congeals into a swirling pillar. A small monster child thrashes their way out of it, screaming and crying. They flop out of the ooze, choking and coughing up the foul black substance. The darkness pools together, transforming into a eerily glowing fragment.

Flowey looks relieved as Arminius forces his tattoos to shut down. "I've been a flower too long, that's what happened. I don't have enough power to return to my 'true' form, but I've got too much power to stay a stupid little doll." Despite not being a "stupid little doll", displeased. "It seems I really am Flowey." They take clumsy steps on roots not meant for walking. It strikes Arminius that, if they wanted, Flowey probably could have tricked them all from the getgo into thinking he wasn't the asshole he is, as he puts on a tearful, shiverin

-Arminius (3, 19) (77) (43) Flowey absorbs the Essence, and, after several moments, nothing happens. Suddenly, Flowey's body bloats, and begins to tear at the seams with plant matter as it flops backwards. The head of the doll swells and tears in half to reveal a familiar, if far healthier-looking flower. The white center of the flower melts and shifts like sludge, until it forms a disgruntled face. "Ugh. Just when I was getting used to having arms and legs. Look what you've done." they scowl. After a bit more disturbi

Flowey rolls their eyes. "Calm down, idiot. I don't care what you do to me anymore. Why would I?" "I may not remember what they feel like anymore. Compassion, Love, Hopes and Dreams." "But I still remember the day I died. I remember how they screamed." His face morphs into a facsimile of Chara's. "You IDIOT! You've got to fight back! If you don't, we're going to die! In this world it's kill or be killed Asriel! It's kill or be killed!" "I still remember how scared I was. How angry they were, how betrayed... I decided they were right,

In the center of the garden, Frisk's hunch turns out to be right. The doll is standing in the middle. Silent and still. When they see who came in, their face doesn't change. "Don't you have anything better to do?" Frisk steps forward. "Arminius is willing to give you some of his own Compassion. You'll be able to feel again. Isn't that what you wanted?" Flowey's lip twitches. "So I can end up like that brat?" Their grin splits wide open, toothy and dangerous. "That little shit probably won't have a full night's sleep ever again

"We have to try." "I'm so tired of bittersweet endings. I just..." They shake their head. "It will work. It has to."

"The only thing he has is willpower. He's been like this so long, he doesn't even understand feelings like that anymore." Frisk looks unsure. "I don't know what he'll do next. I've never seen him behave like this." "Normally, when he loses, he becomes despondent. His "games" are all he has. A stubborn determination to see out his whims is the only thing he can truly feel."

Seemingly overjoyed, insomuch as a spider can look overjoyed, they offer Arminius a Cider, on the house. Frisk halts Arminius at the room just before the garden. "Once we go in here, he'll remember everything we do and say, even if I LOAD." "Be careful."

-Arminius Muffet gasps. "Oh, really? I had seen the flash of light, but I never... Oh my, oh dear, it seems I'll have to hurry up and pay for that heated limousine, so the spiders in the Ruins can leave with the rest of us..." She hums thoughtfully. "Be seeing you around dearies," she says, rummaging through the till to count the Gold inside.

-Jun "A karaoke machine, eh? You know, I think I know just the place to get one of those. I'll go scrounge it up. Hey, brats, come here and help an old man get some work done!" he shouts over at the Dog Squadron, who follow him out of the room to fish up the equipment. -Arminius "I'm afraid not, deary~ I'd know if I met humans like you," she giggles, reaching down to pinch Frisk's cheeks. "It's the oddest thing, though, I can't help but feel like I know this little one here." The child withstands the pinch stoically. "I'm Frisk.

Toriel chuckles at Jun's words. "Perhaps, then, we will keep that as a backup plan, as it were." "Very well. I suppose if ever there was a time for pie, it would be now." "...Although, it seems I may be cooking for a while, with how many are here," she hums, looking over the crowd of excited monsters. "Come along, then, there is no better time than now to begin," she says, her tone brokering no argument from Asriel, Chara and Asgore, as they all walk into Asgore's house to start cooking. Asgore looks at Lucine. "Would you like to come along, l

The snowman smiles. "Please, if it isn't too much trouble, I'd like you to take it with you. Even if it does melt, I'd like to know that a part of me has gone further than ever before." The hunk of snow transforms with a flash of light, turning into a large, upside down heart-shaped snowflake keychain.

At Ignia's words, Alphys sweats. Asgore's face scrunches up in confusion. Alphys and Undyne freeze for a moment, before Alphys sighs in relief. Toriel frowns. "I would not call him 'Your Majesty' if I were you. I think it's safe to say that Asgore will not be acting as King in the foreseeable future, so long as I am around." Toriel glances at Asgore sideways. "Yes, well, you have proven that you are better at gardening than decision-making." "That said, you are sti

Frisk thinks for a moment, before realizing with a start. They dash over to Dr. Alphys and tug on her coat. "Dr. Alphys, can you make seven more Mettatons, for the seven SOULs?" The lizard woman is some blend of startled and surprised, but quickly runs the numbers in her head.

Frisk smiles awkwardly. "All the way back where we started. The flowerbed." "It'll be a long walk."

Frisk is torn. On the one hand, Asriel has a point. On the other hand, Flowey is a murderous psychopath usually, and he seemed especially murdery this time. They tug on Arminius's sleeves. "I know where they are," they whisper to him. "There's only one place he would go." The other monsters are groaning, and slowly coming to. Lucine looks none-the-worse-for wear. Human souls ain't shit compared to Heroic Spirits.

Dolly stares dispassionately at Ignia as they pin the doll to the ground with their keyblade. "Do it. Even if I HAD something to live for..." They glance at Chara and Asriel for a moment with a frown. "I don't anymore." A fireball slams into Ignia's keyblade, sending it skittering off before they can finish off the Soulless Abomination. Before Ignia can respond to this... Lucine's body ignites with white light that floods the entire room, as the seven SOULs surround her, whirling faster and faster.

The souls enter Lucine's body, one after another. She doesn't feel anything particularly strange as she does, aside from the weights in her chest, and the whispers in her mind. She suddenly feels a booming voice in her mind, and only barely manages to shut her fat mouth before blurting it out out loud. 'STATE YOUR WISH, AND I SHALL GRANT IT.' Lucine hears, and assumes that she was meant to just sort of shout that so loudly that everyone could hear it. She has the power, now. It may not be complete, but whether or not she has the power that a gr

Prodditor reads the thoughts in her head only a few seconds before she actually voices them. Papyrus chuckles, arms akimbo with pride. Asriel's entire body erupts in a cold sweat. "W-w-w-" he stutters. "Was it this asshole?" Tattletale asks, revealing her presence near the back of the room, kneeling on a very familiar doll with a gun pressed up against his head. "Let me go! I'll kill you, I swear to god I'll kill you! I need those SOULs!" Dolly shouts, writhing with white hot rage.

Asgore is taken aback. "...You would rather spare my life, even after all I have done." Suddenly, monsters begin bursting into the room. Even more monsters crowd into the room, all familiar faces. Undyne quickly corrects her language in front of the children. Undyne's efforts to modulate her language is thrown down the drain by Alphys, who withers under Toriel's disapproving glare. The dog squadron burst in barking up a storm.

"I'm pretty sure with Queen Mom here, this is a coup," Chara points out. Frisk nods resolutely. "This is it then." The gang continue, walking through the final hallway, and into The Barrier's chamber. Asgore is in the room, facing away from the party. Seven canisters have extended out of the floor with a mechanical hiss. Six of them contain floating hearts, in various colors. The seventh and final one is empty. To the others, the King is still mostly recognizable, though he is far larger and more fearsome than before.

The party quickly reach Asgore's house once again. The Dog Squadron wait outside, as the party enters the home. Toriel, who is seeing the place for the first time in a long time, is struck horribly by the sight of everything, kept just as it was before. There is a small chain strung across the stairs, with a note on it. "Howdy! I'm in the garden right now if you need to talk! The keys are in the hallway and kitchen." Toriel quickly goes to the kitchen, and, searching around, finds the key in question. The crumpled up pile of failed recipes fo

Toriel is agape at this. "That cannot be true, if it were, the very mountain would be shaking, surely. The barrier would already be broken!" Frisk does something mysterious, and everyone feels a sense of deja vu. "He hasn't absorbed seven SOULs. If he did, I wouldn't be able to LOAD or SAVE anymore. Only the strongest individual in the underground can control time." Asriel wipes his face, forcing a determined expression on it. "We still have time, then. But not much." "Even if he has Nader's SOUL, he hasn't absorbed the others.

Frisk breathes a sigh of relief. It's a massive red flag that they simply shake their head at all of this. Even attempted suicide isn't high up enough to really shock them by now. "God, we are going to need so much therapy after all of this." Asriel's continued and loud emotional incontinence simply reinforces this notion.

"Oh god! What the hell?!" Chara shouts, standing up and sending their adopted brother backwards. Every single goat in the room crowds Rachel, while Frisk fingers the "LOAD" button with a rush of adrenaline, prepared to undo this mess if they die. Toriel shoves Jun bodily out of the way and casts a variety of healing spells, gritting her teeth for several moments as she ignores the fact that Ignia had already tried that. When Rachel still isn't dead or dying, she takes a few shaky breaths. She looks at Chara, then at Rachel. "Your rac