Chapter Text
Asriel opened his eyes to darkness. Black space surrounded him, expanding on for as far as he could see. Where was he? Asriel wondered. He walked forwards, the sound of his feet padding across the ground echoing into the silence.
Suddenly, after a while of walking, Asriel felt something soft under his foot. He took a step backwards and looked down.
Dust.
Asriel sucked in a breath, his eyes growing wide. He followed the trail of dust with his eyes, up and up… there was a bowtie…up…a red scarf… up…a blue jacket… up… a piece of armor… up… a crown… a purple robe…
And sitting at the top of the pile of dust, surrounded by tokens of the dead…
Was Flowey.
Flowey was laughing maniacally, the RESET button floating in the air before him. Asriel gasped, too late slapping his hand (paw?) over his mouth to try to stop himself. Flowey spun around, and seeing Asriel, laughed.
Asriel fell backwards, flinching as he hit the ground. “Aw… too scared to speak? Ugh, I didn’t know I was such a wimpy little crybaby.” Flowey mocked, snarling in disgust. Asriel mustered a glare, Flowey laughing at the attempt. “I’ll admit,” Flowey continued “I wasn’t expecting any more… free EXP.”
Asriel tensed, and managed to shout out “You need to stop this! You’re no better than Frisk was!”
Flowey narrowed his eyes “Oh really?” he said. “Well, that may be true…but there’s one teeny-tiny little crucial detail you’re forgetting.” Flowey summoned a ring of ‘Friendliness Pellets’ hovering around Asriel.
“ I A M Y O U ”
The bullets closed in. Asriel screamed “Help! ANYONE! HELP!”
But nobody came.
Chara woke to the sound of Asriel screaming. They rushed over to his bed, and Asriel jolted up, eyes flying open. “Hel-” He started before seeing Chara. He slumped over and Chara asked what happened. “I… had a nightmare.” Asriel said. Chara started to ask about it but before they could Asriel quickly continued. “It was Flowey. He…”
Chara could see the war within Asriel, and pulled him into a hug, Asriel melting into the comfort of his sibling’s arms.
The bedroom door opened, light beaming through the door. “My children, are you all right?” Toriel asked. Asriel let go of Chara and said “Yeah… just a nightmare. It’s nothing.” Toriel scrunched up her face with worry, and said “Well, if you’re sure…” “What’s the problem?” Asgore asked, appearing in the doorway as well. Toriel sighed. “Well, since it seems we’re all up, why don’t I make us all some nice warm milk?” Asgore grinned, saying “Great idea Toriel! I’ll get the cookies!”
Asgore rushed away, presumably into the kitchen. Toriel sighed again. “Well come on,” she said, motioning the siblings out of the room. They go, Chara shooting encouraging and sympathetic glances at Asriel every couple of seconds. The trio walk into the kitchen and find Asgore stacking a plate with as many cookies as he could find.
Toriel laughed, bringing light into both her and Asgore’s eyes. Chara smiled to themself, a little sadly, remembering their broken relationship from before.
Toriel reached inside the fridge and pulled out a container of milk, slightly damaged (Toriel had always been keen on rescuing salvageable items from the Garbage Dump). She heated it up with her fire magic, and poured a glass for everyone, like how earlier she had made sure everyone had gotten a slice of pie.
The pajamaed foursome sat together at the table, Asgore and Toriel leaning against each other and Chara and Asriel snickering to each other.
“ooo, look, Mom and Dad are in looove~”
“Charaaaa, shut uuuupp”