This is officially my longest ever story. How crazy is that? Writing this, I have no idea what direction I'm taking this, so let me know if it's bad. I might continue after this chapter yet again, I'm not sure. trigger warnings once again for suicide.

I FINALLY GOT THE INTERNET TO WORK! YAY!

With spears still hurtling after them, frisk fled the house with tears leaking down their face. Their mind was running rampant after them, whispering and yelling and screaming at them all the truths they so desperately wanted to ignore. They really do hate you. They're going to kill you. They shouldn't have to live with killing anyone, even someone as worthless as you. You should go die. You were planning to anyway. Might as well not make them into murderers. Mom hates you. Sans will hate you for telling. Papyrus will be afraid of you. Undyne will kill you. Alphys won't like you. Asgore will shun you. Mettaton will be disgusted that he ever even knew you. They'll all hate you. They do hate you. You should die, die die die die die die die.

With shaking hands, frisk turned a corner and ran towards mount ebbot. They knew just where they were going. Last time was a fluke. As they ran, they remembered all that had happened that first time that they fell. Memories echoed through their mind like a broken record, things never meant to surface dragging her down.

"Faith?" Her mother called her. She didn't think that name fit her, it was too girly. But she was supposed to be a girl right? The uncomfortable twinge in her stomach whenever she was called female would go away. "Faith? Where are you? I want to show you something! If you don't get out now, later will be much worse."

Faith darted out from the shadows to see her mother standing there with a large dress, frilly and fluffy and so, so girly. She immediately hated it. "Faith, darling," the way she said darling sounded like she was spitting venom. "We have a meeting tonight and you must come. So we shall dress you up nicely." She stepped out of her dark corner, allowing her mother to force her into the dress. "Father will be there. Maybe this will show him how much of a girl you are." Faith's eyes widened. If her father saw her in this, there was no telling how much hate she would get! She closed her eyes and prepared for the worst.

Frisk saw a spear fly right beside their head, and immediately dodged to the right. They couldn't speak, it felt like they were being dragged down through the memories. But they continued running on and on. They had to make it to the mountain. They knew what their goal was! They had to make it! Their short legs gained speed in a burst of determination and adrenaline.

They arrived. Faith looked at her father. "Frank...? Why are you wearing a dress? Did your mother chose this? Did you chose this?" His eyes gleamed with hate. And faith frank knew he was in for it tonight. He sat in the corner, with his favorite puzzle book and started filling in the crossword. S-I-N-K. W-A-T-E-R. He wondered what it would be like to drown.

Frisk kept running. They felt the slight incline of the ground, they were at the base of the mountain. That was good. Only around 10 more minutes. Then they could fall. They could fall, fall, fall, but until then, they had to focus in not getting stabbed through. They saw a spear glance their cheek, the pain unregistered.

The arrived home from the meeting, and immediately he was dragged by the hair to the living room. He felt himself get thrown onto the ground, his face getting kicked. He felt his a tooth coming loose, so he rolled over, feeling no the pain throbbing through the back of his head. His mother came over, and joined in. Soon the sharp stab of stilettos. Hit him on the shin. Her father's hate filled words. His mother's stabbing grip. He wanted it to end, she wanted to be done.

They were almost there, they recognized that trail.

They ran down the trail they found on ebbot. Those who travel the mountain are said to disappear. Good. They continued, and found a large hole. It looked deep enough to that if they jumped, they could probably snap their neck. Just land head first! They jumped, but chickened out at the last moment, curving their body to better take the impact. They felt tired...

They woke up in a bed of golden flowers.

They saw the hole, and ran to the other side, the edge. They wanted to die this time. They wanted to fall all the way down, they were going to be sure to snap their neck this time. Head first, head first. Undyne stood opposite them on the hole. "You! Stop running! I'm tired of your games! No matter what you do here, you're going to die. You'll be killed by me, or kill yourself. So it's up to you. Which do you chose? Because here, now, it's kill or be killed!"

She wasn't actually expecting them to jump.

Frisk felt themself falling. Head first, kill or be killed, flowey, Asriel, ASRIEL! They still had to save him! With a sad feeling, they turned their body, feeling their legs hit the ground. Asriel still sat there. Why wasn't he flowey? Shouldn't the lack of soul leave him in his flower form? Shouldn't he be dead?

"Hello, frisk!" Their vision cleared. They'd been imagining it. Asriel wasn't there. "What brings you here? Finally going to reset? Finally going to go back?"

They decided the best thing to do would be to say it matter of factory, when they had a thought. If all Asriel needed to be himself was a soul, and they were about to die... Could they not just give him their dying soul? "Flowey, I came here to kill myself. I want you to kill me and take my soul."

Flowey laughed, his demented, twisted face coming into view, "are you sure that's a good idea? When I had all 6 souls, I tried to kill you. Do you want this? Do you really want me to do that? I will gain power again!"

Frisk shook their head. "You had multiple souls at that time. Just one, feeling immense amounts of love for you and those you loved... Should be able to bring Asriel out. If I'm wrong, you get a soul, if I'm right, I win. I never reset or do anything. It's a game of chance, flowey, do you want to play?"

Flowey laughed with his true face showing yet again, he was game. Frisk felt their soul drawn out, the bright cherry red now dulled and broken. The color of blood, the color of their eyes. Flowey laughed dementedly, a circle of bullets surrounding their soul and slowly, slowly, slowly closing in. Flowey wanted to take his sweet time killing frisk, relishing in the feeling. He suddenly stopped, his face going from vicious murder to confused, when he was sent flipping away by a fireball.

"What a cruel creature, harming such a poor, innocent youth."

"M-mom? Don't you hate me? Don't you fear me? Don't you want to kill me?"

Toriel smiled gently, giving a soft ruffle of their hair. "Oh my child... What made you think I could ever hate you?" She gently took frisk's had, as she had done so many times before and looked up. A rope cascaded down from the small hole in the ceiling, frisk could hardly believe they hadn't noticed it before. Toriel grabbed it and tugged twice. Soon frisk and Toriel were being pulled up slowly through much grunting and difficulty.

"Mom? Does Undyne really want to kill me?"

Toriel stayed in thought for a moment before she finally responded. "I do not think so my child. I believe she was just afraid and nervous."

"Will she kill me when she sees me. No my child. Listen, we have a while until we are pulled all the way up. I shall tell you what occurred."

Toriel's memory

Everyone went running after Undyne, unbelieving that she would chase after and try to kill frisk. However, try as they might, they just couldn't keep up with the young child and the crazy fish woman. They were valiantly trying, while Sans was deep in thought. "I think... They're going to the hole in mount ebbot, to die. To... Die before Undyne kills them." At first everyone was shocked, but with thought it made sense. They turned towards ebbot, when sans spoke yet again. "I know a shortcut. Follow me." Everyone had doubted sans' shortcuts at one point, but knew they worked in the long run. Everyone began to follow behind him, trudging away from the mountain.

10 minutes later, rather then the 30 it would usually take, they arrived at the top of mount ebbot, hearing screams of rage from a little way below. They began to hurry down the mountain, sans still leading the way in their strange parade.

Undyne and frisk stood face to face, over the top of the hole frisk fell in, they were too far away to be heard, but close enough to be seen. Undyne looked like she said something,Mexico frisk visibly flinched at. They threw themself down into the hole, face calm with his Susan blank expression. Everyone began to sprint, and papyrus reached out with his blue magic to catch them, but they couldn't. Too far, they saw frisk fall until they couldn't see anymore.

Undyne smirked at first, but her face slowly went from triumphant to broken. It seemed as though she had realised that she just killed her best friend, and the realization struck her heavily. She sunk down onto the ground, tears springing from her eyes. "It's my fault..." She punched the ground as hard as she could, screaming now. "I'm supposed to protect the people! I shouldn't have... Damnit, damnit all! I killed frisk." Undyne couldn't believe what she'd done.

Toriel was heart broken. "I shall go down and retrieve them... Sans, may I have a rope?" Soon, a rope was found, and Toriel was lowered into the pit. There she found her child, still alive,mabiut to be killed, and she knocked the flower away. For nostalgia's sake, she stepped forward and said a familiar sentence.

The present

Frisk couldn't believe it. Their friends didn't hate them. They were loved. Despite their evils, they were loved. They were pulled up out of the underground, and they saw Undyne weeping on the ground with Alphys petting her back. Undyne turned her head, eyes snapping open when frisk gave a gentle wave.

"F-frisk? You're... Alive? I'm so sorry! Please, forgive me! I don't care if you never speak to me again, but just don't hate me.

Frisk raised their hands to sign. "Undyne... Fine. I will never talk to you again. I will sign!" they gave a silent chuckle. "Besides, you've tried to kill me before. What difference does it make?

Soon, everyone was gathered around frisk, and they smiled. They smiled because their family still cared, and they knowledge that they would have continued support filled them with DETERMINATION.

So, I think this turned out decently. Another chapter prepared for your enjoyment! Let me know how/if I should continue this fic, or move on to a me one. My plan is to do one for an a time, but I might write a few one shots if I have an idea I just can't ignore. Review...? I don't expect you to, but I get alot more people following my stories then I get reviews.

ALSO,

I don't expect you to have read all this, but if you feel at all like frisk does (suicidL, depressed) or just bad in general (self esteem, anorexia, any of it) please don't be afraid to talk to me! I've talked to other people about how I feel through anonymous interneting, and it helps. I don't need you to tell me anything about yourself other then hoe your feeling and I will do my best to help you! Thanks!