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Alphys blocks Flowey attack. She is hurt, but she’s still trying to help you. Papyrus is trying to reason with the flower, which isn’t going… well.
And then Toriel comes to light Flowey on fire, and smiles at you, and Flowey stabs another tentacle through her body, and…
A goat kid? Oh. that’s good. Focus. Focus Henry.
(Kid) “Finally, I was getting so tired of being a flower!”
And then he is a- goat angel? Something like that.
(Goat) “You made it so I could become a god. I would thank you, but I’m going to need your soul if I want to stay like this.”
You can’t.
(You) “I’m sorry. But I’m not giving you my soul. Uh, even if you’re not trying to kill me.”
The angel spreads his arms wide.
(Goat) “YOU FOOL! I’m not the flower. Not anymore! I need your soul so I won’t become him ever again.”
Oh. That’s not great.
(You) “Do… you want to talk about it?”
And he lowers. Into the void.
(Goat) “This isn’t going how I planned.”
You smile.
(You) “I have a story, if you want to hear it.”
He drifts down towards you.
(You) “I used to work in cartoons. My partner wasn’t a very good person, but I took care of him. Until I went away to war. It was a terrible place, but I fell in love with a nurse there. After the war was over, I returned to the factory, but my partner wouldn’t let me in. He said I betrayed them. I tried to get in contact, but I had other things to do. I got married, had kids, and then one day I got a letter from my old partner. I left, and I came to a factory with no color. I started up the machine, and listened to the recording of my old coworkers telling me about my partner, Joey, losing it. And then I met them. And they were all… monsters? No, you’re monsters. But. Twisted. Erased and rewritten and gutted on tables. There were so many corpses. I don’t even know who they were. And now I’m here. And I’m safe. And I want to stay here. And… I’m not giving you my soul. You can’t keep all their souls. They have lives.
Are, are the children in there? Can they hear me? Oh. It’s your turn.”
He stares at you.
(Goat) “My name is Asriel Dreemurr. I had a best friend named Chara. They wanted to kill six humans to open the barrier. But I couldn’t. So the humans killed me. I guess Dad did it, instead. I. I don’t want to go back.”
Oh no.
(You) “Do you think you can keep a hold on them?”
He shakes his head.
(Goat) “Not forever.”
You hold open your arms.
(You) “Come on. I got you.”
You hold him as he cries, and he shrinks to a child.
(Asriel) “I-I don’t wanna go. But I can’t-can’t keep them forever.”
You rub his back.
(You) “How does it feel, being the flower?”
He sobs again.
(Asriel) “It’s nothing. It’s nothing and I hate it. I killed so many people, just to try to feel something, but I can’t.”
(You) “What about the souls? The, uh, human souls. Are they still there? Do they feel? Could you…use them to feel? No. That sounds bad, but?”
Asriel sighs.
(Asriel) “Not now. Not after all I’ve done. They. Wow. They hurt. A lot. I should let them go. I can’t keep them here. Not after everything.”
And he flickers, and reforms in your arms
(Asriel) “Keep holding me.”
And you cradle him, as he sobs.
He cuts the souls free.
(Asriel) “They’ll remember this. I want Mom and Dad to know what happened. Maybe I’ll regret it.”
You smile as tears drip from your eyes.
(You) “They’ll take care of you.”
And you’re still holding him as he begins to change.
(Asriel) “Please. You don’t want to see this.”
You place him on the ground.
(You) “I’m here. Right here.”
And you know it hurts, and you reach out to him, but he sends bullets at you. And you wait. And he is a flower now.
(Flowey) “Scram.”
And you wave him goodbye, promise to yourself that you will return and trek away. Towards the commotion. Towards the palace. Towards the surface.
Where the barrier lies broken, and the Underground awaits.
You smile. Maybe you can find your way back home, but if not, you’ve made things better. And that’s what really matters, isn’t it?