This was it.

You were going to leave the RUINS and leave for good. Coming back only meant giving Toriel a hope that may not come true.

What if you promised to come back and ended up dying in the process? She would be waiting for so many days and have no visit. Eventually, you think she might start stitching herself again if you promised her something you probably couldn't keep. It's just best that you leave and never return.

So now that you're standing in front of this huge purple door, only a heartbreaking future lies ahead. You look back at Toriel who just smiled, ushering you forward.

"Well, go on, my child!"

You use your thumb to wipe away a tear wanting to slide down your cheek, a sad smile coming to your face. You turn around and run into her arms, squeezing her tight. She stands there shocked before actually relaxing into the hug and bending down, embracing you back.

"While I'm gone, don't beat yourself up. If you want to look at buttercup flowers and cook cinnamon-butterscotch pies, then do it." You pull away, putting a hand to the side of her fluffy face.

She nods, letting your small yet meaningful words sink in. You retract your hand from her face and back away towards the door, waving with a cheery smile. As much as you felt like crying, you had to stay happy for her in this moment. When she waves back, you felt your breath hitch and slow down. You spin back around, taking deep breaths to keep in the tears and lips curling downward into a frown.

As you walk through the doors, you hear her sigh sadly and her feet shuffling against the floor as she walked away. You don't dare turn back as the door closes, pooling tears spilling over your cheeks.

She was the closest thing you had to a mom figure. Actually, you considered her to be your mom. It hurt to leave her, and even more so that you had just established you really cared for one other. You even think she considered you her daughter. You don't go around saying 'my child' for nothing.

As you're walking, a patch of bright green grass blocked your path yet again. In the middle, Flowey hung his head and cried. He hadn't noticed you yet because of loud he was being. You quickly wipe away your tears with the backs of your hands and then wipe the tears on your pants. You can't cry in front of these monsters because you're scared they'll think it's because of them. They're sensitive and you don't want to break them anymore than they already are.

You walk up the patch of green grass and kneel down next to Flowey. His head snaps up and his eyes widen a your face. He didn't cover up his tears, only crying some more. You lean your head down and kiss his tear stained cheek, a small squeak coming after.

"Don't cry, Flowey." You dry his tears with the bottom of your shirt, giving a motherly grin towards him.

"I-I'm sorry, but it hurts, (Y/n)."

You hum, nodding your head with understanding. He just tilts his head, wondering why you were being so nice.

"W-why are you being s-so nice to me? I'm nothing but a pitiful flower." He hisses harshly.

His harshness made your eyes soften, hand reaching up and booping where his nose would be.

"No, you're not just a pitiful flower. Not to me. I think you're an awesome friend that needs some support."

His glare turns back into his helpless eyes that shined for some kind of feeling. His head hits your lap, an angry sob passing through his pale lips. You let him cry, petting his pedals with your thumb and index finger. He seemed so broken and it made your heart hurt. You look down at his stem, wincing at how painful those stitches looked. By far, Floweys was the worst stitches you have ever seen, and they're all because he hates himself.

"I just want to feel something other than anger and sadness..." He mumbles, looking up from your lap with pleading eyes.

"Kill me, please."

You clench your jaw, looking down at your now empty lap. Flowey continues to look at you with his tear glistening eyes, lips pursed. You shake your head, refusing his plead.

He reminded you of yourself. He wanted the easy way out like you did. One good jump and you wouldn't be here. Well, how did that turn out? You couldn't just off the little guy. He was now your friend and you wanted to help him, not kill him with nothing but your bare hands.

"I want to help you, not kill you."

His saddened eyes harden at your answer and his face turns a bright red. You knew at this moment it wasn't the answer he wanted.

"No one will help me!" He shouts, growing angrier by the second.

"No one can help me..." He whispers, shriveling back into the dirt without another word being said.

You stare at the patch of grass, hands trembling and eyes half lidded. His words sent a knife through your easily damaged heart, an emotion you had never felt before sweeping through your body.

"No one can help you? Or do you refuse to be helped?" You question aloud, pushing yourself up from the ground.

You pat off your clothes, walking past the patch without another word. If Flowey had heard what you said, you hoped he would take it all in. After all, death isn't the way out. You know that now.

You come up to two more huge purple doors, a hand reaching out and touching it with your fingertips. The door was extremely cold and chilly air spilled from in-between the door cracks. You look behind you one last time, lips tightening and eyebrows furrowed.

After you walk out of this door, you can never come back. But you have already decided, you're not doing this for you. You're doing this for them. No matter how bad you want to run back into Toriel's warm home and just hug her to death, that's not an option. There was never an option.

You puff out your chest, taking a deep breath and pushing open one heavy door. Once you get it fully open, you step outside as the door closes behind you. It takes your eyes time to adjust to the bright white snow, but you eventually get used to it.

Seeing snow for the first time was really nice. You loved the feeling of inhaling cold air into your lungs and the snow crunching under your feet. It was all a new experience and it was absolutely the best one you've ever had.

You huff, taking one last glance at the slick white snow before stepping forward and messing up the perfect white with a dirty footprint. You start to trudge forward, shoving your red hands into your pockets to keep some warmth. The pine trees swayed even if there was no wind to make them move. You felt relaxed and all your worried slipped from your grasp.

You watch the trees swing from side-to-side, eyes sparkling and hair tickling your nose. Taking another step forward, you feel something under your foot that isn't snow. You look down and see you had stepped on a branch, snapping it in half. You look around, wondering why it was laying in the path by itself with no others around it. It made you a little suspicious, but you shoved the thought aside and kept moving.

You start to get really cold, teeth chattering and cheeks turning bright red, as well as your nose and ears. You see in the distance some kind of bridge. It was too far away to be sure what it actually was, so in order to know what it was, you start to run.

You sprint through the thick snow, almost tripping over your own feet once in every few seconds. The closer you got, you noticed some monster leaned against the bridge. You skid to a complete stop, not too many steps away from the bridge or monster.

Their body was somewhat slumped over and their head was down. You take in their appearance, snorting at their dirty pink slippers. They had a dark gray scarf wrapped around their neck and it looked really warm. The ends of the scarf were torn and almost shredded to pieces, and you noticed some blood drops on the scarf next to their neck. Under the scarf was a dark blue hoodie; almost a black color. They wore white gym shorts with two black lines going down both sides. Their hands were shoved inside the hoodie pockets and their hoodie hat was pull over their head so you couldn't see what their face looked like. By looking at their uncovered and boney legs, you guessed that this monster was some sort of skeleton. You didn't know for sure, but you had a really good feeling.

And so far, you didn't see any stitches. You remembered Flowey saying that some monsters down here don't have stitches. Could this be a monster that didn't have terrible stitches? If so, your job would be a lot easier.

You stumble back at hearing them snore. You slap a hand over your mouth to prevent laughing, a huge grin eating away at your lips. They were asleep the whole time! No wonder they hadn't moved or noticed you yet.

A sigh passes through your curled up lips, hands going to your hips. As much as you didn't want to wake them up, you had to. There was no other choice. Plus, you wanted to know their name and why the heck they were randomly sleeping out here.

"Alright..." You whisper, stepping forward and reaching your hand out.

"Here we go."