"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? THERE'S NO WAY TO SAVE ME! JUST LET ME HAVE YOUR SOUL SO I CAN RESET THIS TIMELINE!" Asriel's voice cracked as he covered his face, tears streaking down his soft cheeks and running off his chin. They fell a far ways till they splattered onto the floor beneath him, splashing upwards until falling into crystal puddles.

Frisk's shoulders slumped as the looked at the god, their chest heaving, cuts and brusies marked on their skin. The tattered remains of the sleeve of their sweater. The limp heart shaped locket that hung from their neck, so fragile and serene, didn-'t bear a single scratch or scuff.

"Asriel.. I know you're in there.." They said softly, watching sadly as their soul stayed suspended in front of their chest, the warm red light bright and determined. It shed little luminescence in the hollow space the two occupied, succumbed in darkness.

"NO! NO NO NO! I AM THE GOD OF HYPER DEATH! NOT A PUNY MORTAL MONSTER!" Asriel screeched, throwing his arms to his sides as a large skull appeared behind him, its eyes hard and dangerous, a beam of infrared light mixed with other colors charged in it's gaped mouth.

Frisk stood their ground, their jaw line tightening as pain racked their body, trying to straighten themselves. They lifted their head, their bangs swaying to reveal wet cheeks and watery eyes. A gash above their eye brow leaked blood, dripping down along the side of their face.

"Yes, Asriel.. You are.. You're Asriel Dreemurr, prince of the Underground. You're parents are Toriel and Asgore Dreemurr!" Asriel pressed gis paws to his head, his eyes closed tight, his muzzle wrinkled as he shook. The metal that engulfed his body glowed in his strange weapon's light.

"NO!"

"YOU WERE THEIR SON, YOU LIVED WITH THEM IN THE CASTLE! YOU WERE BEST FRIENDS WITH CHARA DREEMURR!" Asriel froze at the name, his eyes eyes opening wide, a gasp filling his chest.

"Come on, Azzy! Let's go play in the garden!"

"Chara.." Frisk felt their soul tremble, their feet shifted om the ground to keep their balance. They fought off the blackness that attempted to engulf their vision.

"You remember, don't you? We used to play outside whenever mom and dad had meetings.." Frisk let their gaze fall, watchin the flood of memories that flashed into their mind.

"Come on, come on! Before the guard sees us!"

"We used to play hide and seek in the throne room, and pretend to be the king and queen.."

"I now royally decree that homeowork for small monsters is banned from the underground!"

"And.. we used to pick the golden flowers.."

"Now, now, Asriel. Those flowers are poisunous. Be a good lad and take them back to where you found them with Chara."

"I.. remember.." Frisk looked up at the sound of Asriel's voice, no longer deep and echoed. It sounded small, and childish.

"You.. Chara you.. You made tea.. with the flowers in it.. and.." Asriel rubbed his cheeks with his paws, emitting a soft glowing light that engulfed him. Frisk shielded their eyes as the monster was reformed, peeking to see the small child before them weeping.

"Don't worry, Azzy.. We'll be together again soon."

Frisk stood still as Asriel cried, the pain ebbing away into numbness as they watched him. The goat kid's lip trembled as he looked at them, his eyes wide with fear and sadness.

"Chara.."

"No. I am not Chara." Asriel looked defeated at the harsh words, his head lowering, his floppy ears hanging by his cheeks. He tensed as a hand touched his shoulder, surprised when it turned into an embrace.

"What.." He didn't know how to ask, instead shakily hugging back  and burrying his muzzle into the warm fabric of their sweater.

He could feel their soul beating between them.

"Don't worry, Azzy. I got you." The prince of the underground sniffled, his eyes falling shut from exhaustion, an invisible weight lifting from his back. He felt his power drain as the souls of the monsters' he had stolen disappeared from his grip.

"Wh-who are you then.." He managed, his voice low and quiet, just louder than a whisper.

Frisk let their soul glow, hugging the kid tighter.

"I'm your best friend."