FF: A Fallen Hero
After the orphan Frisk fled from a nearby human village, a young adventurer was sent after the child to learn of their whereabouts, his name was Rhyne Hansol, a gnoll no less. He journeyed to Mt. Ebott nearby in pursuit of the Human tracks, following the scent until misfortune struck him. His senses had let the eleven year old whelp down a hole, tripping over an exposed tree root, "Ahh hell I'm dead..." he thought briefly, facing down the abyss.
The black veil of death wasn't there to greet him but a thick bed of golden buttercups stopped his fall, Rhyn sat upright before patting himself down, "Yes, thank you taima!..." he cheered, checking his pouches for anything missing. He over his shoulder to ensure his blade was still there, a corinthium metal machete measuring no longer than his own arm, "Phew... Now where's my bloody shield?" he said aloud. Footsteps echoed from nearby, drawing closer with each passing second, "Who's there? Show yourself and I will end you if threaten my life!" he said, on full himself,The glimmer of his small kite shield reflected in the light from the shadows, "I never met such a wild child before, then again I haven't met a child like you." a voice said. An alabaster furred woman stepped forth wearing a mir gown carrying a delta symbol and bearing a pair of petite caprine horns, "You dropped this?" she said, presenting the hammered steel garment. When Rhyn witnessed her approached, he stared at her eyes intently to find she was a kind soul, "Oh, thank you, now might I query where in Gaia's green earth am I?" he said, at ease without danger around.
The goat woman giggled at the Gnoll, she hadn't seen any monster like him before, "Shouldn't you introduce yourself first? What is your name Child?" she probed. The eleven year old beastly spawn equipped his shield, standing to holster his equipment, "My name is Rhyn Hansol, Grandson of the last Great Sanguine Dragon, Sojun Nikiinaru!" he said, boasting of his heritage. She bursted laughing at his confidence, "My name is toriel, and might I ask, what is a dragon?" she asked, unaware of the depiction on her own clothing of Ouroboros, the eternal one.
Rhyn queerly glared at her, tilting his head in slight disgust considering the crest on her gown, "It's the winged creature on your robe Madam, Greater dragons are a rare find on the surface. Anyway, have you seen a child wander through her, all I smell is these blasted buttercups!" he said, detecting the faint scent of a human. Toriel's brow raised at the question, wondering his reasons for finding the human that she discovered earlier, "Perhaps, What reason do you need to find Frisk?" she said. He sensed hesitation in her voice from the tone, but didn't pay any mind, "One, thank you for telling that the human came through here, Two, The village they came from was worried if they perished or not so they tasked me with this quest to find them, and finally, I have a serious question and I would like an honest answer." he said, explaining his motives.
The sheer directness and honesty from what she thought was another monster surprised her, feeling obligated to provide a suitable answer, "Wow, you're a bright child, but I'm afraid you might be stuck down here with the rest of us monsters. Might I also what's this supposed question of your is?" she said. Rhyn started walking on the path ahead, as Toriel followed alongside him to continue their conversation, "Do you have kids, if not, do you want them?" he stated, hoping to maim two birds in one stone. Her face turned red from her interpretation of the the question, "umm...sadly, both my children died, it's a long story and I think you're a little too young for my taste." she replied, politely rejecting his perceived advances.
Rhyn almost choked on his own tongue, realizing his hasty mistake of asking a loaded question, "Nonononono! Frisk is an orphan and I thought a nice lady like you would want to adopt the kid? I mean you're an attractive creature, but I am on a mission here and the age gap would make it weird." he asked, casting a quick judgement call to save him effort later, though by putting his foot in his mouth. She sighed, relieved that he wasn't flirting with her, "Well, Rhyn, I shall definitely consider it since I've heard nothing but splendid news about 'Frisk'. So would like to stop by my home for some tea and pie?" she asked, showing her hospitality. He smiled, comforted by the offer, "Yes please!" he replied, catering to his childish impulses.
Toriel guided him to her home past the traps, and puzzles, coming to a wooden door to her quaint abode, before Rhyn took a seat at the dining table. 5 minutes later, she came back with the snack in hand along with her own cup of tea, then sat across from him, "I'm curious as to why you are so concerned with finding Frisk? And you seemed prepared to fight?" she probed, with good reasons. He sipped his drink, looking at her, "Oh you won't believe how vulnerable human children are! There is a hundreds of things that can happen to them: They get eaten, captured, killed, get sacrificed to evil deities, kidnapped by creatures to serve as concubines, become the next hellspawn of satan, their souls stolen, and or possessed by evil spirits or demons." he explained, though in this case, he should have said less.
Alarm bells rang heavily in the caprine matron's mind, sending her into full red alert out of concern for her future child, "Oh dear! What are you doing sitting her my child? Save frisk!" she shrieked, quickly fetching a map of Underfell from the kitchen drawer. Rhyn devoured his pie hastily, downing the drink after receiving the paper parchment, "Right O!" hopping off the wooden chair. In his departure, she guided him to her basement and letting him know where to head next, "You must visit Sans and Papyrus in snowdin, they're sentries so they would have seen Frisk!" she said.
Afterwards, the young paladin in training traveled into the snowy pine forests, he felt a chill crawl up his spine from the cold, "Should've packed a sweater or at least a tunic." he said to himself. His trigger hairs erected in response, due to the fact he was only wearing a pair of short leather trousers and steel pauldron covering his entire left shoulder. He hurried along the path, dashing past a tavern, until he came to a pair of mailboxes, one completely overflowing with letters and the other neat with the flag up, "Damn, they get courier service down here? I can barely order a spellbook without it having to wait four weeks!" he said, a little bit envious.
Rhyn approached the cabin, knocking on the front door, hearing a high pitched voice shout, "Sans! Can you answer the door? I'm stuck in the kitchen making pasta.". A short stout skeleton opened the door wearing a cyan colored hoodie, then looked directly into the Gnoll's eyes, "Yeah kid, what do you want?..." he asked. The young gnoll stared back at Sans, peering into his soul to learn of his power, "Umm... Hey have you seen a human child running around? I'm from the surface and supposed to make sure their okay and not possessed by some evil demon." he said, a little frightened by what he found.
The skeleton shrugged his shoulders, "Come on in..." he said, taking a seat on the couch. Rhyn followed suit, closing the door behind him, "I hope we don't get Snow'din!" he said, trying to defuse the tension in the air. Sans snickered at the pun, despite how bad it was in the first place, "Good one! So what are you supposed to be, A dogpet?" he asked, never having the misfortune of encountering a Hyena or the like.
He scratched the back of his head, nervous how to explain it in front of a potential meal, "No, I am a gnoll, and more like a Hyena, which is a scavenger and predator of sorts that eats virtually anything, including skeletal remains..." he explained, making the scenario even more awkward. The gears in Sans turned, pondering something humorous from the provided information, "At least it's good for the bones!" he replied. Rhyn giggled at the bad pun, disturbed by the fact the skeleton wasn't attempting to run a rusty blade through him, "Oh I can see right through you!" he said, escalating the dialogue between them.
Papyrus heard the most bone chilling cackle he heard in his entire life, "What in Asgore's name made that horrific sound, Sans?" coming from the kitchen with a plate of spaghetti in hand. "I thought you be dull and GRAY but with that giggle, it's no LAUGHING matter!" the stouter skeleton joked, legitimately entertaining the young champion. Rhyn decided to slug a pun back at him, "At first I thought you had some fat ideas but turns out, you're big boned!" he humored.
Their combined laughter was rattling Papyrus's nerves, well whatever he had left of them, "Sans, who is this child and why is he here?" he asked, sitting down next to the Gnoll. Rhyn shook his head to gain his senses, "Oh right, I'm from the surface looking for a human child that fell down in this kingdom!... Also, can I have your pasta? The only thing I have eaten so far is Ms. Toriel's pie.." he said, unintentionally causing Sans to blush. His taller brother handed the plate over, due to the fact it would only go to waste, "Sure, I'd be honored for you to try my cooking and I bet her pie is very tasty!" he said, wondering if it was the woman behind the door in the woods.
Sans slowly turned his head head towards the young paladin, his left eye glowing as he awkwardly smiled, "Kid..." he uttered. Rhyn saw the envy in the skeleton's eyes, his instinct warning him of danger, "No no no, she makes a nice butterscotch pie. Gee, I didn't know you wanted to BONE heR!" he replied. The stout skeleton's eye stopped glowing before he fell on the floor laughing, his cheekbones redder than the color of blood, "You're killing me kid!" he said, though he wasn't lying.
Rhyn delivered the final blow with his wit, "I should tell Ms. Toriel to make you a SNICKERdoodle pie." he said, before he watched one of Sans's ribs pop off. He turned into a pile of dust in his very sights, riling Papyrus into a panic, "By Asgore! You killed him!... WITH HUMOR!" he said, wondering how it was even possible. The gnoll suddenly became flustered, shocked that it actually killed him, "Uhh... Quickly! Get me some bones and a piece of flint!" he said, thinking of how to revive him.
Papyrus quickly rushed around his home, gathering his bone collection and sans's pet rock, "I don't see how this helps Sans?..." he said. The air gathered with the aspect of magic, his own spirit protruding with a sapphire aura, "Saalriznolid! Saalriznolid! Saalriznolid!" he chanted, before it turned into a booming roar. The Sans's ashes turned into a whirlwind as azure flames lashed out, inhaling the bones and the stone, utilizing alchemy along with a drop Drakhiir blood, he made a triumphant return.
Rhyn cheered in his personal victory of restoring life into the world, "Yes I did it! I raised the dead! Those dumb necromancers can suck it! He cheered. Sans looked around the room, gaining his bearings, "Kid, did you just?..." he said, somewhat aware of his own passing via laughter. Papyrus immediately hugged his sibling, mainly out of love and concern, "You need to take better care of yourself Sans!" he said.
The television suddenly changed programming, showing a metrosexual automaton with a soul and a human child, as they started posing and dancing on stage, catching Rhyn's short attention span, "Oooo! The human, where is that? I need to rescue the human!" he said. Sans stared at his own hands, never having seen such a power to resurrect the dead before with sheer willpower, "Hey kid, come with me...I know a shortcut." he said, knowing it was time to cast judgement. The paladin initiate devoured the spaghetti, swallowing it whole then started following the recently revived skeleton, "Yes sir!" he said, eager to find a way ahead.
They left the house, heading towards the castle, as Sans soon struck up a conversation of a more serious nature "Hey kid, you saw something didn't you when you looked at me?" he asked. It was evident to the beastly eleven year old that something was amiss, "Yeah, I saw the power you wielded and might I say, I'm scared to death of it... But I know that this place has a secret involving time judging from the Ouroboros I saw." he said, associating the draconic symbol with infinity and time, based on his Grandfather's stories. The boneheaded numbskull was baffled by what he was talking about, but guessed he was clued into underfell's curse, "It keeps resetting..." he replied.
A gnarl of disgust bellowed from Rhyn's throat, reminded of a birthday present gone horribly wrong on his Grandfather's part, "Ugh... That is the worst vexation, my grandpa did that for my birthday and it took me forever to break the spell. I had to chase down the freaking tome he used which for the life of him, he couldn't remember... and my name is Rhyn you boneheaded fur lover!" he said, fortunately possessing a moderate resistance to the mind altering effects of a time loop. A sigh of relief came from Sans, finally not alone in his quest, "Listen Rhyn, if you happen to remember any of this when time comes. Please, stop this... For all of us." he begged.
The whelp nodded, albeit displaying his arrogance, "If I have to kill someone, or bring someone back from the dead, I'll do what I feel is right!" he boasted, but it was one of the qualities that made him righteous in his path. Sans humphed at the statement, "Kid, if you kill someone, I'll make sure you have a bad time..." he forewarned, fearing the arrival of more than one killer in Underfell. Rhyn shrugged his shoulder while they headed towards the castle, "Calm yourself bonehead, don't get RATTLED about it, besides, I'm a paladin...well not officially yet but I always want to good things, and most of the time the right thing if I can." he explained reassuring the stout skeletal mage.
They arrived in the antechamber before the throne room, as Sans took his normal place, "Rhyn...stand far behind me, If Frisk betrays me, I want you to promise me something..." he asked, circumventing his own promise. The air in the room turned still with tension thick enough that even mithril couldn't cut, "What may that promise be?" Rhyn replied, curious to why he would ask in such a delayed manner. His left eye glowed with its flashing blue and yellow hues, "Kill the human if I die and end it all..." he said, though his reasoning became clear through his soul's intent. The Whelp knew the capacity of human cruelty and savagery, especially bandits and killers who thought him easy prey but became victims of his strength, "Understood..." he answered, hoping for the best.
A few minutes passed, Rhyn idled around until he heard his bony companion give a speech to the human child in the blue and pink shirt, sounding fairly positive until he gave a spiny thumbs up, indicating all clear. Frisk approached the gnoll, giggling happily before uttering the words, "Help me save Asriel!" in a whisper in his ears, as a request. He couldn't resist listening to it, nodding yes, adding onto his agenda for his quest.
The human and the beastly child entered the final room, shining with gleams of twilight, bearing the menacingly large heavily armored king though who greeted with friendly demeanor and several canisters bearing human souls, "If you have any unfinished business... I suggest you do it while you can." he explained. The horror that Rhyn saw before him was a travesty, he saw the children's souls and felt sickened by the fact he merely collected them, "You disgust me, stooping this low to leave your home and refuge for all those who are scorned yet you resort to utilizing the innocent souls of children when you could have obtained soul cluster. By my right as Grandson of the last Great Sanguine Dragon, I challenge you to your throne and crown as King of this realm through the Evocation of Blood." he professed, despite completely going over his head.
Asgore, dumbfounded by the concept, raised his hand, "Umm could you explain that to me child and what is a dragon?" he asked, confused as to who this furred child was in the first place. He couldn't determine what disgusted him more, the souls of dead children or the Fact Rhyn had to point out it was part of the Royal Crest, "Hello, are you daft? It's the winged creature on the Crest, not to mention its Ouroboros, the Dragon of Time and continuity, and since your crest bears his visage. By the Evocation of Blood, an Ancient Draconic law, I, as descendant of the last Great Sanguine Dragon, Sojun Nikiinaru, can challenge your authority as leader and claim it as my own in a duel. if I win, I get to be king and I can choose to either let you live your life in shame or kill you, but I am gentleman so you will likely live if I win. If I lose and am spared, I get to be publicly humiliated so the law is pretty fair, other than that, we get to use anything in combat as long as it's one on one." the Drakhiir explained, providing the basic gist of it.
The bearded king didn't doubt the legitimacy of such a law, and thought Rhyn to be an easy opponent, "Seems fair, I agree..." he said, expecting a short fight. Indeed it was, only lasting a minute but with the victor still standing as Asgore, in his suit of heavy armor, was thrown against a wall by a spell carrying the strength of a gale force wind, "Help! I can't get up!" he said, immobilized by the immense weight that left him over encumbered. The eleven year old Gnoll stepped on his chest, machete in hand with the edge pressed against the old goat's neck, "Now do you submit or shall I take your crown from your cold dead corpse? If you have any unfinished business, i suggest you think about your next choice wisely!" he threatened, wielding his swagger and utilizing his intimidating glare.
Frisk was surprised, never in all the iterations of the timeline had the child encountered this ending before, blushing with contentment of how well it was going but knew there was always someone waiting to spoil it. Asgore in resigning sigh, surrendered with honor, "I submit..." he answered, somewhat regretting he agreed to such a rule but felt humbled. Rhyn took off the former king's helmet, removing his crown though not taking it for himself, "And through the Evocation of Blood through my bloodline, I can declare a new ruler and their descendants the new royalty..." he explained, leaving out that minor detail explicitly for his own sake.
He approached the human child, presenting the emblem of leadership unto them, "I, Rhyn Hansol, Grandson of the last Great Sanguine Dragon, Sojun Nikiinaru, declare you, the Orphan Frisk, as Ruler of Underfell." Rhyn proclaimed, smiling out of empathy for the now king. Frisk smiled too, as Toriel came rushing in with Fireballs in hand, prepared to fend off her ex-husband only to find him on his back, "Asgore.. I will not let you... hurt Frisk? Rhyn what happened here?" she asked, confused by the child wearing the crown. The big goofball of a capricious man looked towards his former wife, "Hi tori... the human's champion challenged me to fight and I agreed to if he wins, he becomes ruler. He then passed it on to the child. Can you help me up?" he asked in an apologetic tone.
Tori glared at him spitefully, "Well, at least no one is hurt and you can stay down there to think about what you've done!" she remarked, considering it a fair punishment. Suddenly, all of Frisk's monstrous friends came flooding in one by one, to become acquainted with one another. A voice in the chaos spoke out, "You're all so stupid...hehe!" it said before a series of thorny vines entangled them all except the Human themself.
A Golden buttercup with a face snarled, "I can't believe you are all so stupid... All your souls are mine!" it shouted, with one exception. In a flash of blinding light, Rhyn remained with his aura burning bright blue, "Heh... Anyone tell you that eating Hyena will make you sick?" he humored while laying on the ground, standing forth in defiance. He saw the flower in his True form, as Asriel Dremurr, who was baffled by who and what the Gnoll, "You're not supposed to be here!" he muttered, noticing an aberration in the timeline.
In the numerous resets and recycling, the demonic Asriel never encountered an anomaly like this, filling him with both fear and intrigue, "No matter, I'll destroy this timeline and everything with it, I'll just reset before you came along!" he said. Frisk stood determined, repeating their actions from before the RESET, while Rhyn lifted his head, revealing a mystic azure glow in his eyes, "...and I'll be there everytime, to make sure you have a bad time!" he replied, channeling energy from the barrier itself. The final boss himself saw the look in the whelp's eyes, reminded of the times he'd faced Sans and lost, "No! This can't be happening!" he fretted.
Rhyn's hand emanated a manifestation of a spell he recently learned nicknamed, "Gravity Slammer", "ooooooh yes it is, Get dunked on!" he said, sending Asriel wildly careening through the air, smashing him against any flat surface he could direct him towards. The soulless husk of a creature, in a desperate attempt to gain control, revealed its last form, still caught mid-attack, "...Stop! The pain is hurts so badly! Make it stop!" he cried out. Frisk stopped the championing Gnoll, who reveled in tormenting their opponent, grabbing him by his hand and shook their head "No".
Asriel watched the human child's soul manifest itself, their determination resonating with the souls inside him, "I don't care about this world anymore, I just want to reset everything." he said in his stupor, battered from his beating. Rhyn witnessed the human save their friends, impressed by their capability of such a feat, "Way to go Human!" he cheered, his Aura radiating throughout the room. He looked into the Gnoll's eyes, envious of what he saw but he felt something when their eyes locked, Asriel felt the remains of his soul ache in fear and provide the strangest sensation, Hope...
... After the battle was finished once more, Frisk blessed him with their forgiveness, before rejoining their friends. Rhyn stayed behind though, curious about the fallen individual and their past, "So who is this Chara?" he questioned, hoping to discover a solution for this ever recurring nightmare. Asriel felt it was only right to answer his question after all he'd been through, "Chara was the first human to fall down, my mom and dad adopted her but she climbed Mt. Ebott because she hated everything...she's the reason I'm like this, why I'm stuck as a stupid flower. She got sick... Then..." he explained, filled with sorrow and guilt while tears ran from his eyes.
Rhyn's brain started making a connection between Chara, and Underfell's curse, "Say no more but resolve this query, Where is Chara buried?" he said, pondering if the human's soul turned into that of Demon's. Asriel looked up from the ground, infected by the young paladin's aura of strength, "I don't know, my mom would I think..." he said, uncertain of this Fallen Hero's intentions. The whelp smiled with a hearty grin, expecting time to reset itself soon, "We'll meet again Asriel, on better terms, I guarantee it." he said, before a white light filled the underground kingdom.
Several Resets later, in the dimly lit room in ruins, Flowey saw a figure approached, doing his usual greeting, "Hi I am Flowey the... Flower..." he said, pausing when he realized it was the Paladin initiate. Rhyn smiled, brandishing his alabaster pale teeth, "Hi I'm Rhyn Hansol the Paladin, you and me are going to have an adventure!" he said with a unnervingly confident tone. He set down a bronze urn he was carrying in his hands, placing in front of the unfeeling flower, turning it and revealing the name engraved on it "Asriel Dreemurr", "What are you doing?" he said, noticing a trowel in Rhyn's hand.
Despite his incapability of emotion, anxiety crept on Flower until the next thing he knew, he was transplanted into the urn filled with his remains, soil, and a chunk of flint. Rhyn pulled out a pouch of brown sand that emanated a charged energy to it, dashing some on the sentient planet before creating spiral trail around it with unfeeling creature at the center. Asriel, in floral form, grew concerned, "Are trying to kill me?" he questioned, debating whether or not to attack.
The whelp finished making the surrounding circle, with ritual site complete, he started breathing on the end of the trail, as it ignited with his abundant spirit, "No, and Fire in the Hole!" he cheered, taking cover behind the doorway. The spirit sand fizzed and hissed, acting akin to a timer until reached flowey, encompassing him in a spiritual ether, "?" he pondered. A second later, the room detonated with an explosion of mana and energy, leaving a ring in Rhyn's ears until he heard a voice boom with a zeal for life, "I'm alive!!!" it cheered.
He peeked around the corner, seeing a caprine individual in his late adolescence that fairly resembled his mother, bearing a pair of short but prominent. The whelp approached the newly reborn Asriel, who happened to be naked and his third ''horn' standing at full attention, "Thank you!" he said, embracing his savior with his arms. Rhyn blushed, slightly aroused himself as he inadvertently spoiled the moment with his libido, "Hey, if you keep pointing that "sword" at me, we're going crossing one another's' very shortly." he flirted.
Asriel quickly covered himself with his hands, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "Umm... I don't think I'd enjoy that sort of thing." he said with uncertainty, more concerned with finding clothes. They journeyed to his mother, accidentally offending the other denizens' sensibilities, approaching a familiar door frame before Rhyn knocked, greeted by a familiar face, "Hi who.... As-riel? Is that really you?!?... And why are you naked?" she said, shocked that her son was back from the dead. He hugged his mother despite the lack of decent apparel, though hesitant to say anything, "It's me Mom... And can I have something to wear?" he asked.
Five minutes later, Toriel took a seat at her favorite armchair, trying to grasp how it was possible, "I remember watching you turn to dust..." she said, coping with the surge of emotion. The whelp approached her, hoping to quell her grief, "Simple, I managed to recover his ashes after he turned into that godforsaken flower thanks some machinery I found, and waited a while, then took the opportunity to perform the ritual of dynamic rebirth. All I needed to was to call back his soul, at the cost of a little spirit sand and a drop of blood, you really should invest more into learning magic, science is helpful for those who can't use it but sometimes a little arcania goes a long way." he explained, arrogantly flaunting his magical skills, particularly in the restorative art. The adolescent goat creature hugged his resurrector, "...And all thanks to him!" he said, secretly praying that his sins were forgotten.
Rhyn turned his head, looking Asriel dead in the eye with a vaguely familiar smile, the evil penchant that he used to look at others with, "Do not thank me yet because I have one question?... Do you feel your sins crawling on your back?" he ominously stated in a Rhetorical fashion. His ears flattened out of the immense fear, truly sensing karma creeping on him, "Uh oh..." knowing that the Paladin's lips kept record of his transgressions. The next thing he knew it, a voice boomed throughout all of Underfell in one Fell swoop, "ASRIEL DREEMURR!!!" it shouted to the high heavens then delivering a painfully swift judgement on his backside.
Toriel was absolutely furious with her son and what he'd done, "HOW DARE YOU PUT AS ALL THROUGH THAT! I TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THAT! YOU ARE GROUNDED UNTIL I SAY OTHERWISE!" she yelled, her brow furled in disgust. The young warrior coughed slightly, going to bail him out, "It's not his fault, it's the work of the the First human child's spirit who now has turned into a demon hellbent on tormenting you all. He's the first victim of the blasted nightmare, and was turned into their pawn by transfiguration into an unfeeling creature, a flower. We need to find where you buried the first human, I need to destroy their remains to kill the unseen monstrosity that poses a threat to Frisk's well being. I need his help" he detailed, praying his charisma would sways her wrath. She believed the whelp for his honesty, but still angry with her son, "If it must be done, I will let him, but he's still grounded. I buried the first human somewhere deep in the ruins..." she said, revealing the location of where Chara's remains lay.
They lied where Rhyn began his adventure underfell, beneath the bed of golden buttercups where he landed, he and Asriel set forth to exhume the demon's bones, "You know, I've met some horrible humans in my life and ended my fair share of bandits, killers, and murderers but for them. Staying dead is the hard part, they always come back to haunt you or find a way to crawl back from their graves. Your former kin is no exception to that rule, and their hatred for everything still runs deep in their soul." he said, while they followed the path that lead throughout the ruins. The guilt ridden expression of Asriel's face only served to depress the fallen hero, "I know, I should've seen it a long time ago... When they tried poisoning my dad and I turned into that stupid flower, If see anymore of those flowers again..." he uttered, breaking out into tears. The awkwardness that set in was enough to drive him, the whelp quickly thought of way to reassure the monster, "Hey, at least you tried doing the right thing, albeit for wrong reasons... then you did a bunch of wrong things out of apathy, but there is still time to make up for it and that time is now. We're off to desecrate a child's remains, namely one who's turned into a demon, and destroy their skull to end an evil curse, sooo we are on an objectively good course at the moment. Sure what we are doing might be considerably morally wrong but in this case, we're doing it for righteous reasons." he lectured.
Asriel struggled wrapping his head around the psychopathic gnoll child's meaning, "Then How can you tell right from wrong if it's so gray?" he asked in his confusion. It was more of a matter of rationalization than morals in some instance, "It depends on the outcome, like how people say killing is wrong but I have killed those who've butchered many without a second thought, so in that sense, I've done something perceived as wrong to make something right. I mean, even you keeping everyone trapped down here can be perceived as right since the surface is fraught danger, but tormenting them for no apparent reason is wrong. Its mostly a matter of perspective and perception of the details." Rhyn explained, detailing how some things were often in a gray area. His thoughts turned to that of his adopted sibling's actions, until he remembered their exact words, "Kill or be killed..." Asriel said to himself, eager to go through with what about to do.
They approached the grave site, as Asriel burned the bed of Buttercups out of his own fury, they began digging until they hit their goal. Rhyn pulled a skull from the earth, that of a human child's that emanated a foul aura to it, "Would you care to do the Honors? Especially since this is karma for what they done to you?" he said, letting his companion do the dirty work. With Chara's skull in his hand, the revived Dreemurr held it up above his head, staring it down in the eye sockets, "Chara... I forgive you..." he said, crushing it with his magical power.
A feeling of wrong being righted overcame Asriel, he smiled in happiness that it was finally over, "We did it!" he cheered, satisfied with himself. A light began flooding the underground, as the gnoll pressed his palm against his own forehead in duress, "I knew it was too easy..." he uttered. The young goat sighed, wondering if it would revert him back to his pitiful state, "I hope I don't end up a flower again..." he said, praying with all his soul.
It worked, his Hopeful wishes were answered though finding themselves near the grave site in the ruins, witnessing the Human child fall on the restored bed of buttercups. Something was different about the human, their shirt was a pale yellow with a red stripe through the center, "Howdy Frisk, It's me! Asriel Dreemurr!" he greeted. The response from what he thought was frisk, "...Asriel, you weakling! You sought help from this fool... I'll kill you for this!" it said, feeling betrayed by someone he onced call brother.
Rhyn felt a deep hatred stemming from Chara's aura, all the anger, hate and fear projecting outward their body, sensing that the spirit had taken over Frisk, "Asriel, Run!" he said, grabbing the goat by the hand. He lead the caprine fawn through the ruins, "Everyone run for your lives! A demon has taken hold of a human child, this not a drill, retreat to the castle!" he shouted along the way, making haste towards Toriel's home. Asriel and his new comrade bursted through the door, along with the denizens of the underground, "Oh my god Asriel?!? My child... Is that you?" she questioned.
The whelp paladin was in hurry to construct a plan, thinking of how to stage a mass evacuation of the underground to a safe haven in the castle, "yeah thank me later lady, I raised him from the dead, brought back his soul and now he isn't an annoyingly evil flower anymore. We need to get out of the ruins and buy some time to prepare for the demon." he said, confusing the goat mother. She raised a brow, questioning what a demon was, "Is it something that will hurt us?... And what's this about a flower Asriel?" she asked, concern about their current situation. "He's right, Mom, a human child fell on Chara's grave and now chara possessed the human planning to kill everyone in the underground. " Asriel said, unfortunately shooting himself in the foot by telling everyone what he did as a flower.
Toriel's rage filled screams filled the underground, before her son felt her divine wrath on his hindquarters once more, "You are grounded Asriel Dreemurr! Until we have this madness sorted out, you are on a short leash!" she shouted, pulling out her cell phone and dialing a number she'd never thought she dial again. Inside the Castle on the throne, Asgore's phone rang then he picked it up, "Howd-... Toriel? What's wrong? Evacuate everyone to the castle? A child possessed by the evil spirit of Chara? Grab the amulet and the dagger in the bedroom? The amulet is needed to break a curse? Yes dear... If it helps break the barrier." he said, not needing to question his ex-wife's motivations for the series of bizarre requests. Rhyn led the creatures of the old ruins into her basement, entering snowdin and guiding the refugees to where it all would end.
Several hours passed, all of underfell was silent without any trace of life in the land, Chara wandered the desolation "Where did everyone go? There isn't any monsters to kill! How am I supposed to gain LV?" it questioned. The possessed human entered the judgement hall, seeing Sans in leather pants and jacket awaiting their arrival, "It's a beautiful day, the birds are singing, the sun is shining, a perfect day for a picnic... Normally I would say you did good kid, but... Get dunked on Chara!" he said, waiting forever to say it, summoning a gaster blaster. Asriel appeared behind the unarmed human, only wielding Frisk's determination, "Prepare to reset over and over again!" he said, while Rhyn prepared an incantation to separate the spirit from the body.
Chara weaved and dodged the onslaught to the best of their abilities, consistently taking a beating from the pair of unlikely assailants, "Give up kid, I know I did a long time ago... But now is different." Sans said, correcting himself after finally catching a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel. Asriel in his excitement, activated his god of hyperdeath form, unleashing his full potential, knocking down the human's health to .01% using the hyper cannon, "I don't care if you reset or not, I'm not going back to being a flower!" he cried, placing the wraith in the position for their final attack. Rhyn activated the ritual, a set of circles glowed beneath their human's feet, trapping the in a Rite of Separative Exorcism, "Gotcha!" he said, divorcing Chara's soul from the locket and their spirit from frisk's body.
What happened next was entirely to the young goat, as the spirit idled dumbfounded in the open, "Chara... You tore me and my family apart, kept me as flower, and intended to hurt those I cared about... I hate to say this, but I forgive you... because throughout it all, through the cruelty and pain you gave. I see yours, you wanted to end it all a long time because you were just like frisk, alone with nobody to care about you... I truly forgive you, and hope you find peace in death." he said, tearing up slightly at the sight of the phantom. Chara said nothing in return, crying at the strength they lacked, before descending into the depths of the Hell's into Satan's frozen ring. Sans witnessed this event, "Man, I shouldn't have thought about that kid's ghost burning in hell, now I regret thinking about it." he said, embarrassed to some degree.
The trio of defenders rush to the injured Frisk's aid, despite their pain, they stood determined with a smile, "Feel like doing one more reset this time kid?" Sans asked, hoping to make everything right. Frisk nodded in agreement, heeding his request to reset the world, this time without the interference of Chara nor Flowey. Rhyn and Asriel found themselves back at the gates of the ruins, "Victory! You did it man!..." the initiate cheered, despite his counterpart's remorse.
The young Dreemurr cracked a light smile, "I'm not the Hero here, you are, you did everything on such short notice without even knowing anyone here that barely cared about you. You made me whole again, and I'm not a stupid flower anymore!" he replied, believing he himself did nothing. Rhyn didn't appreciate taking all the credit in this matter since he wasn't suppose to be here, "Nah man, you're the hero, it takes power to forgive someone as monstrous as that. I would've never forgiven someone like that. Anyway, I'm going to try to sneak past your mother and see if I could crash at that Inn, this time looping shenaniganry has tired me out. Later flower power!" he humored, leaving him to contemplate in solace.
A golden flower appeared in Asriel's eyes at his feet, "So how do you feel?" it asked, questioning his psyche. He started crying, not out of sadness but from the sensation of peace within, "I couldn't be happier..." he said. Flowey disappeared, perishing into dust in his mind, finally free of his sins to some extent, mainly the guilt that plagued him for all this time.
A figure approached from the dark hallway, coming towards the crying goat then hugging him, "Everyone can leave now Asriel...we can all go together now." Frisk said, attempting to cheer him up until kissing him on the lips. He blushed to high heavens, his heart racing a mile a minute with passion inside it, "Frisk?..." he said, failing to realize something. The human girl smiled in their deteriorated urchin garb, "I love you Asriel!" she proclaimed. Even to some extent, Chara received a somewhat happy ending as they dwelled on the 6th ring as ice devil, waiting for the day when Hell marched to destroy humanity. The end, but not for Rhyn, before awakening to a scenescape view of golden leaf tree canopy...
...The whelp found himself in the presence of his own family, his grandfather's blood crimson scales shined in the sun, "Thank goodness you pulled through boy! I'd never imagine you'd accidentally inhale a golden buttercup petal in my lifetime, and even for flower that isn't native to Skardvaal." Sojun said with relief, proud that his only grandson survived. Rhyn was glad to be out of his nightmare, "You wouldn't believe the frigging dream I had. Talk about twisted!" he said, sharing the details of what occurred in his sleep. The Elder drake laughed with pride, his merriment heard throughout the forest, "Quite the adventure you had, and I am glad you helped perform the right solution, you'll make a great paladin when you're grown. Now go see your mother before she smashes a hole in my home again." he said, sending his grandson on his way.
Rhyn on the path stopped by the Solmor Abbey that was hosting a small congregation of travelers, eager to tell the priestess of his dream adventure until he bumped into a young goat wearing a yellow and green striped sweater, "Owie!" the young caprine cried. The initiate didn't say a word as the ewe's father arrived wearing a mir robe, "Oh Chara, what should I do with you? Now come on, your mother is waiting. Say you look familiar child? What's your name?" he said, spotting the striped gnoll that rang a few bells in his mind. The initiate scratched his head, "It's Rhyn sir, I'm nobody important, don't mind me." he said, wondering if his dream was real or not....