Title:           But it's not funny.
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Wednesday 7th of October 2015 03:29:34 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 7th of October 2015 03:29:34 PM CDT

Yeah, what if?
Your heart keeps breaking when you die, forcing you to reload, sure.
 
But what happens after your deaths?
 
 
Perhaps you'd accidentally dashed into one of Toriels' fireballs by mistake. Your body set ablaze as she looks on in horror. Heart shattered, she watched as you crumple to the cold stone floor. She'd fall to her knees as she cries her tears out. Humans don't fall to dust, she knows that. But you're burning into cinders in front of her eyes, and she can't look away from what she's done. She would never forgive herself for such a sin. She's the one who tried to teach you to be kind, and to reach a peaceful solution. Afterwards, she'd barely eat or sleep or interact with anyone. The flowers she tended to wilted without her care. Every night she'd lie on the bed that was supposed to be yours, crying into it.
 
 
Maybe you'd tried to spare Papyrus, not wishing to fight. He'd launched into his barrage of bones, with the intent to capture you. You'd gotten caught under the large swathe of bones instead of going above, and you'd gotten brutally mangled under it. Heart shattering, Papyrus would look on in confusion as you fell face first into the snow. He'd laugh, asking you to get up. He'd shake your limp body, trying to wake you up. Snowdins' inhabitants would hear the commotion of Papyrus getting louder and louder, begging for you to wake up. They'd gather around, looking at the scene. He didn't mean to. He wanted you to wake up now. Please wake up. He wanted to be your friend now. He didn't mean to. He didn't mean to do it.
 
 
Or Undyne would have cornered you, launching another barrage of spears at you, coursing through your very being. One in particular went right through you, and you fell to your knees. She'd grin in victory as your life faded away. Your heart shattering changing her expression in an instant to shock. Your blood poured out of you as she screamed out one no after another. It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were going to be free. Why!? Why had this happened!? You were just another human! A voice behind her made her flinch, and she'd turn around to see that little kid you'd saved just moments before. They would ask her why they'd killed their friend. She only hurt bad people, didn't she? She knew the kid looked up to her like a hero. Not anymore. Her stoic demeanour ripped to shreds, she'd broken down into sobs. Why had she been so eager to kill you, she would never figure out. You'd been nothing but peaceful and helpful. And now you were dead, and all for nothing.
 
 
Alphys, in her eager manner, would guide you through the CORE. A long hallway of lasers, but that's fine. Even with the compromise of turning the powergrid off for that block, she'd just need to call you in advance to let you know when to stop moving. No problem! Except her hand slipped. She watched on the screen as you got carved through, laser after laser, there was barely time to even make a sound before you hit the conveyor belt. She'd drop her phone on the ground, backing away from the screen in horror. It kept focusing on your body as it kept getting moved forward until it reached the end, limply falling off and into the CORE itself.
Undyne would eventually find her sitting in front of the screen in the fetal position, shaking fiercely, crying uncontrollably. Mettaton would be there as well, having grown bored of waiting, finding out what had happened from looking at the video feed, which was shown to Undyne as well. Alphys was inconsolable. She'd been useless constantly, and now she'd killed you from a mistake she'd made. Nothing even Undyne said got through to her. She just kept sobbing and sobbing until finally she said she was going to be fine, making Undyne feel relieved. The last thing she wanted was to see Alphys sad. So she'd promise to come by the next day to check up on her. Alphys didn't respond, so Undyne assumed she was still trying to cope, and left. She came back the next day to find a note on the door. It was a short message that made her run off at full sprint. "I'm sorry. Goodbye, everyone."
 
 
Mettaton made true on his words to make your last living moments absolutely beautiful. Televised to all of the Underworld that had a TV, they watched as he laid the killing blow. You'd remained stoic and boastful, making the ratings skyrocket, despite how wounded you looked to be, you had shown no signs of weakening. So it was a genuine surprise when you fell limp. The spotlights stopped flashing, the smoke stopped pumping out, and the music had ceased. There was just one light in the middle that was on. He watched your heart break into pieces. "Oh... I... I didn't..." He kept just looking at you as the lines started ringing. "I didn't think... I thought... I mean, you fought beautifully, but... To kill a child, it was never my intention!" His ratings had gone up from the travesty on screen. He had more viewers than ever, and he loathed it. He turned off the cameras and pulled the cords for the lines, making the phones stop. He sat down in front of you. "You have to believe me... I only intended to test your mettle, kid. I'm no match against old king Asgore, but... this is too much for me." He'd stand up again and leave, and no one would be able to find Mettaton again. Napstablook, on the other hand, welcomed his cousin back, despite the circumstances.
 
 
You'd sternly told Asgore time and time again that you did not want to fight. You'd not once laid your hand on him despite his barrage of attacks against you. He'd steeled himself to his promise, and he refused to look at you as he fought. Eventually, over time, you'd grown weary. He took his chance, eyes flashing blue, orange and blue again. By the time you tried stumbling to not get hit by the orange swipe, you were already in motion as he brought down his blue trident, cutting into your gut. He ran you through. His weapon would be stained red if it wasn't already that color. You croaked out a breathless call out to him, by his name. Tears welled down his cheeks, and yet he refused to look at you. You grew limp, life having escaped you. He looked up, finally. Your soul was right there, it was over. He reached out to it, and it shattered before he could touch it. He didn't move, he didn't breathe, he didn't blink. He'd killed you. He'd killed you for your soul. You'd begged him to stop, but he'd broken your choice for mercy. Or perhaps he'd just cowardly broken his own, as well? He sat down and cradled your body in his arms. His promise was for nothing. An anguished wail echoed through the castle, and the monsters who'd been around walked into the chamber, looking at their king hugging tight their new friend. They knew something was wrong, their friend was bleeding, but not turned to dust. They were human. They'd been friends with a human, who hadn't hurt a single monster. That human had died at the hands of their king. They saw the broken soul on the ground, mere shards now. Worthless for any cause. No one could console the king, nor could they make him move. He just sat there, a broken man and even more of a shadow of his former self than ever before. He wasn't fit to be king. His people loved him for who he is, not his choices. He decided to answer for his choice with an equal response. He told a servant to write down a message, and the location it would be delivered to.
 
Not long after, a certain person walked into the barrier room. They were all alone in there. The person looked over your broken soul, and your limp body, and then at the so-called king of all monsters. In their hand was the letter he'd sent.
 
" Tori. I'm sorry for writing you like this, and I know you hate me, still. This isn't about all of what's been.
I'm not fit to be king. A child came through a few days ago. I haven't eaten since. It was the first time I was forc
It was the first time I killed, like the coward I am, I gave them no choice. And it was for nothing.
Tori. I know that it's you who this letter reaches, because amongst this childs' posessions was a slice of your pie.
I ask only one thing of you.
Take my place as ruler.
You were always the more sensible of us. I deserve nothing but your utmost loathing. You should be the one to guide our people and give them hope.
Despite all of this, to this day, my love for you has not diminished in the slightest. I only wish that I hadn't been such a horrible, spineless mess of a man.
- Asgore. "
 
Toriel would've wanted to scream at him, to attack him, to kick and claw and hurt him. But she couldn't. Because Asgore had perished from starvation, still clutching your body. The only thing that kept his body together was his waning soul.