Would That Make You Happy?

Frisk is your child, the result of a teen pregnancy, but they've always been told that you're their older sister. In an effort to get away from your own abusive mother, the two of you end up falling into the Underground, where Sans is startled by this abrupt change in what had become a predictable pattern of events. Maybe your presence is what is needed to stop the endless cycle of Resets.

After many struggles, both internal and external, you and your found family reach the surface, only to face even more difficulties from the society you weren't sure you'd ever see again. You meet new friends and encounter people from your past, though for good or ill, you're not sure. Sometimes it's difficult to tell kindness from cunning.


63. Losing Hope

In this moment, staring up at Asgore with your arms flung out to the sides to protect Frisk, you don't feel any fear. Fierce love swells inside of you, filling you up and making you more than you were before. An absolute certainty of what you're doing gives you courage. You'll never let anyone hurt Frisk, so long as you're alive to stop it.

There's a pause where you and Asgore just regard each other, and then he lowers his weapon back down to his side. But it remains there in his hand. You know that this isn't over.

Your chest is heaving as you fight to catch your breath, legs aching and heart hammering in your ears. "Take mine!" you yell at him, buoyed by adrenaline. You press your hand to your chest, fingers splayed over the front of your jacket. "If you need a Soul, then take mine. You know what it's like to lose a child. Please don't make me go through that too, take my Soul instead."

The king's eyes widen, paling under his white fur. He glances down to your side, where you can feel Frisk's fingers grasping at your clothes.

"Mom, no! I'm doing this for you! I just want you and Dad to be happy," they protest, giving you a sharp tug.

"This would never make me happy! Frisk, I'm your mother, I'm the one that's supposed to take care of you not the other way around," you snap, turning enough to look down at them. Your vision blurs, and you realize that your eyes are swimming with tears.

When you look back to Asgore, he's watching you with sorrow etched into the lines of his face. "I know the wish of wanting to take your child's place so that they might live. If that is what you want, then I will respect your choice."

"Mom!" Frisk says, and though it hurts you to do so, you refuse to look at them. They come around to your front and ball their fists in your jacket, shaking you.

"What I want is for you to stop this," you murmur, and slowly you start to feel the icy trickle of fear run down your spine. Your hands are trembling as you rest them on Frisk's shoulders. They release your jacket and instead fling their arms around your middle, repeating 'no' over and over into your stomach.

"I cannot let you go. My people have been waiting for this, and now it is out of my hands," Asgore says softly, hanging his head as his huge fingers tighten around the shaft of the trident. "My course is set."

You nod, biting your lip as you blink back tears. "Are you going to hurt people, when you get to the surface?" 

"No, I never wanted..." Asgore's face falls. You didn't realize he could look any sadder, but he does. "No, that is not true. When the pain was fresh and the dust and blood of my children was still clinging to my fur I wanted vengeance. I wanted to pay back that loss a hundred times over. The humans had taken so much from us. We had lost hope. But now... I just want to prevent my people from plunging further into despair. I want them to see the sun that only a few of us remember."

You think about Sans. Oh God, he never wanted to lose you in order to see the surface, but if it means saving Frisk you'll do anything. You hope he understands.

"It's cruel, what humans have done to your people," you say.

Asgore can only nod.

You bring your hand back up to your chest, and suddenly doubt creeps into the corners of your mind. You remember how Undyne and Mettaton both reacted when they first saw your Soul. "I don't..." Your words catch in your throat. You have to swallow before you can continue. "I don't know if my Soul is good enough. I don't know if it'll be strong enough for what you need."

"What do you mean, little one?" Asgore asks, his brow furrowing.

"It's cracked. Down the center. Please, it's yours if you can use it," you say. You swipe bitterly at the tears that spill down your cheeks.

"A damaged Soul does not equal a weak one," he says, his frown smoothing away into a small, comforting smile. At another time, you might feel more reassured. You shouldn't be happy that this means he can still kill you. "You are so strong, to be here. Both of you. I only wish that things did not need to end this way."

"Then please, do this while I'm still strong. I don't..." You bite back a sob, wrapping your arms around Frisk and hugging them to you. "Waiting isn't making this any easier."

"I understand," he says solemnly, bowing his head.

"Frisk..." you murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of their head. "I love you. And you have so many people who love you and will take care of you."

"Mom, please," Frisk begs, tears streaming down their face as they squeeze you as tight as they can.

You let them go, reaching around yourself to pry away their fingers as they plead with you to stop. Then, taking hold of their shoulders, you push them away with a stern look. "Be good, Frisk. Promise me."

Frisk wipes at their face with their sleeves, shaking their head. "I won't! Not if you're not here!"

"Frisk," you say gently. "Please."

"It's supposed to be me!" Frisk shouts, glaring at you through their tears.

"Never. I'll never let it be you. I love you." You have to stay strong. You have to do this, for them.

They bury their face in their hands. "I love you too," they choke out, shuddering. "I promise."

You look at Asgore, and he's watching the two of you with tears in his eyes. With a feeling of detached numbness, you almost wish you could comfort him, the way he comforted you. You thought he would be more frightening in person. "Please, do it before I lose my courage," you say, dropping your hands to your sides.

"Human..." he says, grief marring the kindness in his eyes. "It was nice to meet you. Goodbye."

You don't feel the faint tug of your Soul in your chest until the last second. As the crimson trident pulls back, the world seems to narrow down to those three points, coming towards you shockingly fast and impossibly slow at the same time.

It hurts, more than you thought it would. The pain is sharp and sudden, your heart lurches and shudders. You cough, and you taste blood in your mouth. Your fingers curl around the shaft of the trident, and you feel a large hand as your palm slides down the smooth, humming surface.



"hope, no!" His voice is a ragged cry, desperate and pained.

The trident pulls back and out of you, and you feel like you're drowning. You can't breathe, and your heart gives a weak flutter in your chest. Knees buckling, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you and catch you before you fall. Darkness creeps into the corners of your vision and you're faintly aware of being lowered to the ground.

"no, babe, no," Sans begs, and you can barely make him out above you.

You open your mouth to speak but you can't breathe. I'm sorry.

Darkness takes you.

Sans watches the light leave your eyes. Shaking, he pushes your hair away from your face and cups your cheek. You can't be... no you can't. "hope, don't do this to me!" he begs, dragging his hand down the side of your face to fumble at your throat.

He tries to find your pulse, the way you showed him when Frisk was sick. If he can find your heartbeat then maybe there's still time. Maybe he can take you to Alphys and... He can't find it. Blood is soaking through your clothes and he can feel the dampness under his fingers as he presses against your chest.

A rich red glow bathes over you and for a moment Sans thinks it's more blood but no, it's your Soul. It's hovering there, cracked above your body. Before Sans can even react, a large, white hand reaches out to cup it and pull it away. Asgore looks down at Sans, cradling your Soul close to his chest and stepping away. He's wracked with sorrow, and all Sans can do is stare.

Anger swells up inside of him, bright and furious at the sight of your Soul in Asgore's hands. His magic swirls, electric in his left socket as it licks up the side of his skull. "give her soul to me," Sans says, his hands tightening on your body. "you have no right to it, she swore it to me!"

Asgore shakes his head, cupping the cracked heart a little tighter in his hand. "Sans, I cannot do that. With this Soul we can finally go free, you know this."

He doesn't care. None of that matters. How can it matter if you're gone? "don't make me fight you, asgore. give her back to me," Sans says, his voice deepening as his eyes narrow. Tears spill down his cheekbones unchecked, from anger and grief in equal measure.  The magic in the air starts to thicken, prickling over his bones.

"You would make her sacrifice mean nothing, if you do this," the king says, but the sadness in his voice just makes Sans angrier.

"I  s a i d,  g i v e  H o p e  b a c k  t o  m e..."

Sans raises his left hand, stained red and glowing brightly with blue magic. He feels them begin to coalesce behind him, the massive skulls pulled from the space between. His blasters, the last resort he's only ever used against Frisk at their worst. He's desperate. Asgore finally seems to realize just how desperate as his eyes widen in shock at the sight of them.

Humming fills the air as the blasters' mouths open wide, light gathering between huge, curving fangs.

"Sans, please," Asgore tries again, gritting his teeth and widening his stance, raising his free hand as a ring of floating fire forms a halo around him. "Know that I do not wish to do this. We are so close."

It doesn't matter. He just knows that he needs your Soul, he needs it because it's all that's left of you. He'll take it inside himself, keep you with him in the only way that he can. What do the consequences matter?

He can't lose you now. Not after everything.

"I'll make this right."

Sans's head jerks to the side at the sound of Frisk's voice, forgetting until now that the kid has been here the whole time. Their eyes meet, and through their tears they look at each other, and sudden realization shocks Sans to his very core.


Sans wakes up in his bed back in Snowdin.

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