I've made modifications to this chapter. I have come to view Chara differently, and with it a desire to rewrite my story to accommodate it. If you haven't read my story yet, this note doesn't concern you.

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It had been a few months since the barrier had been broken. Monsters' integration into society has been slow, but not repressed

Frisk laid in bed, alone in their room, pondering the events that have changed their life. Though their adventure through the underground lasted but a day, they couldn't put their thoughts on anything else.

Their thoughts seemingly narrated to them, but why? This sense of narration first began upon falling into the ruins, Frisk first passed it off as a strange habit they developed, but soon noticed that some monsters responded to it? Could the monsters read their thoughts? No. That's outlandish. The only monster that has an ability like that is Sans and it's not even close to telepathy.

But this narration, it never seemed to reflect Frisk's feelings. It wasn't them, but someone else, it had a name. Chara, the first child. Flowey saw it, Toriel and Asgore seemed to as well, but only slightly if at all.

But, how did this happen? How did they become one person? [*Because you were Determined.] Frisk heard in their head, [*When you fell on me, your DETERMINATION had woken me and drew me in, along with what was left of my soul. I was confused, so I "took your hand" and let you guide me.] That makes sense, but it also can't be true. Because- [A human soul cannot be fused with another human soul.] The memory of the words that Frisk had read flashed in their mind. It can't be true because it's impossible!

Frisk began searching their memories for everything they've learned about souls, nothing seemed to answer their question. Without realizing it, their memories had shifted. From the books they've read, the scrawlings on the cavern walls, and the voices of the monsters of New Home, to the experiences of Chara. Their life in the royal family, their time playing with Asriel, and their last moments, in the arms of their brother, when- [In his grief, he absorbed the human's soul.]

Frisk jumped up from their bed, shaken by this realization. They got out of bed and looked out the window, the sun had set. Frisk grabbed a flashlight from their closet and left their room. Toriel, from the kitchen, caught sight of Frisk heading for the front door. "isn't it a little late to be going out my child?" She said to Frisk as they opened the door, "I've got something important I need to do! You don't have to follow me." Toriel was taken aback by Frisk's odd choice of words. Were they hiding something?

Frisk got on their bike and made their way away from the city, towards the mountains. After about half an hour they reach the base of Mount Ebott, a shoddy path made by the traffic of monsters that had descended leading up the side. Eventually Frisk made it to the entrance to New Home. A single power line runs from the city through the opening in the mountainside.

The throne room had been completely gutted, replaced with a checkpoint with a single tired guard on duty. The guard watches Frisk set their bike down and run inside. The guard forced himself off his chair and retrieved the bike for safe keeping.

The basement below the former throne room had been turned into a warehouse, another guard standing on duty waves at Frisk as they head in the opposite direction. The grand hall had also been removed to handle the brief yet massive flow of monsters that once passed though here, leaving easy access to city of New Home. The once crowded city now all but vacant. lights in windows could be seen sparsely scattered among all the buildings, not every monster had left.

Frisk found the elevator leading down to the core. It moved noticeably slower than before. With no one to maintain the core, it had been shut down. Only the fully automated aspects of the core had remained active to power the elevators. Aside from a faint glow from deep below, the core was completely dark. Frisk made their way through the the core's maze, it had changed sense they went though last, it likely wouldn't be changed again. The MTT resort was completely dark, sans the faint red glow from Hotlands flowing through the front doors.

The journey through Hotlands, Waterfall, and Snowdin was uneventful. Frisk had reached the Ruins, it had taken them a little over three hours to get this far. No going back now.

The Ruins were in worse shape than before. Completely overgrown with vines and vacant of all monster life. Frisk slowly made their way to the end of the ruins, looking carefully all over for what they seek. "Flowey?" They called out, "I know you're still here!"

the doorway to the final room was barred by vines, nearly impassible. With great effort, Frisk managed to push themself through. The room was covered all over with green and yellow, not a single stone on the floor was visible through the flowers. Frisk scanned the room with their flashlight.

Movement caught their attention, a vine had fallen of the wall. Frisk turned around, and saw in the very center of the room, a small white face looking back at them. "Why are you here?" Flowey asked Frisk, "I told you long ago that i'm not leaving." "I know that" Frisk responded, "But I've come to realize something, it's something that I must do." "Why must you always try to help people?" Flowey snapped, "Do you feed off peoples happiness or something? I don't need your help! I don't need your friendship."

"You don't understand, Flowey. What I need to do, it isn't for you. It's for me. When we first met, you thought I was someone else. You were wrong, but... you were also right." After a slight pause, Flowey ducked into the flowers. "What are you trying to say?" he responded. "When I fell, well... It resulted in me building up the Determination to not die. That Determination had pulled in the remains of a soul that been laid to rest beneath me. But it was another human soul. A human soul cannot be fused with another human soul, unless, a monster soul is used as a catalyst. That catalyst was your soul, Asriel's soul."

"Shut up!" Flowey cried out, "That's not true!" "Why can't it be true? Because if it is that would mean you are not real? label you a fake? You said yourself you are not Asriel anymore, just his memories." Vines suddenly wraped around Frisk's arms and legs and hoisted them into the air, "I said SHUT UP!" Flowey impaled a vine into Frisk's chest. Flowey reappeared from under the flowers, weeping.

"Flowey..." Frisk muttered, "He wants his memories back... Asriel, wants YOU back... Please... come home!" Flowey's vine slowly fades white, a burning sensation erupts in Frisk's chest.

When Frisk came too, they found the flowers had all wilted and the vines covering the walls had all dried up, leaving a single flower in the center of the room. Frisk crawled over to it and plucked it from the ground, and began to cry. (These tears...) Frisk thought to themself, (I don't feel sad, so why am I crying?) They soon realized it wasn't they who's crying, but Asriel. A familiar voice is heard behind them. They turn around to see Toriel, tears filling her eyes as well.

Asriel cried out, "Mommy!"