Hey guys,

It has been a bit, sorry about that. This will be the final chapter. This has been a fun several months, and it has now come to an end. I appreciate all the reviews, followers, views, and favorites. Thank you all for the support. I hope you enjoy the grand finale. Now, let's get to the story.

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Frisk struggled against the vines. They coiled around her body and squeezed tighter and tighter. She heard the door close, and she knew that she was in the portal room alone. Nothing could be done. Her time was up. As her vision was going black, Frisk felt the urge to struggle one final time. She moved her body against the vines and felt them give. She fell onto the ground, and Flowey hovered above her. He laughed at her tiny form and loomed over her.

"Your puny attempts are hilarious to watch; I will never let you escape. Your last save point will forever be this moment. I will terrorize you for all eternity! Mwahaha!" roared Flowey.

"What are you talking about?" said Frisk glaring up at the big monster before her.

"You just have to watch!"

Flowey's vines shot out toward Frisk. She dodged and ducked trying to evade them. It was no use. There were too many. The vines scratched her all over and punctured through her body. She crumpled to the floor in pain; her soul-shattering into pieces. The world went dark.

Then, her eyes flitted open. Her heart was whole again. Flowey laughed maniacally at her. His earlier words sunk in. He has the same power that Frisk did to save at certain points. He could control this world completely. Flowey would reset time to the exact moment they were about to fight. He would keep killing her over and over again for all eternity. There had to be a way out of this. It was not the end. Frisk got to her feet and fought with every ounce of determination she had left. She punched and kicked; she tried to do any sort of damage. It was to no avail.

On the other side of the door, Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, and all of Frisk's friends pounded on the door. They were trying to pry it open. Flowey kept it sealed; these monsters weren't about to give up. Their friend was in there. They shouted to Frisk encouraging her to hold on. They told her she wasn't alone because no one is ever alone. The monsters would find a way to get to her. Sans promised her that he would never stop trying, not after his promise to never let her go.

Back in the portal room, Frisk was struggling. Flowey was using each soul to attack her. Swords cut through her; gloves strangled her; ballerina shoes crushed her; words struck her; cooking flames scorched her; bullets tore her up. Multiple times Frisk died, and Flowey brought her back each time for more torment. It was his twisted sense of fun; however, she got back up and struggled against him. Her determination never faltered, but it got her nowhere. After what felt like hours, Frisk got to her knees; she couldn't rise any further. It was no use. She had expelled as much energy as she could. With all the souls, Flowey was no match for Frisk's own. He was too strong.

"I can't believe… I am… saying this," whispered Frisk, "After coming so far… and risking so much…"

"What was that human?!" screeched Flowey in delight.

All of a sudden, Frisk could hear voices calling out to her. They were quiet though still present. She heard the voices of all her friends and allies. They were cheering for her; Sans's voice was loudest above them all. He was calling for her. Frisk longed to see him again. While it was tempting to give up, she knew she couldn't. She had to keep fighting for everything she held dear.

"Is there any way of defeating you?"

"No… are you ready to give up?"

"I… wouldn't dare. I can't give up; I have monsters who I care about on the other side of that door. They are waiting for me. No matter what; I will defeat you."

"If that's how you want it, I am bored with our little dance. Thanks for the fun; I think it would suit me better to ravage the human world for all eternity. I just need one more soul to get there… yours!"

Flowey's serpent-like tongue coiled in anticipation. His mouth filled with a ball of energy. It powered up aimed at Frisk; she threw her arms up kneeling on her knees. Flowey roared as he released the beam of energy toward Frisk. Prepared to die, she held her ground. Nothing came. Frisk looked up over her arms to see the souls forming a shield around her. They had left Flowey's grasp and were protecting her. Flowey screamed in shock.

"You are supposed to be mine! How did you escape?!" he roared.

Frisk wasted no time. She connected to every soul and felt the power course through her. All seven souls were united. Frisk's body shimmered a rainbow of colors; her eyes were pools of pure light. All the energy coursing through her body shot down toward Flowey. He screeched as the light seared against his body. The vines burned and charred. The entirety of the monster's form dissolved in the light. Once flowey was gone, the portal doors opened. Everyone rushed inside.

Sans was the first to enter the room. The souls swarmed around a figure on the ground. It was a small, fuzzy goat monster wearing a green and yellow striped shirt. There was no sign of Frisk. Sans grasped the monster's shirt and shook him. The monster's body only slumped. Sans felt his shoulders sag and eyes well up with tears.

A hand grabbed his shoulder, "Brother, do you know where Frisk went?" Papyrus asked.

"If I knew, do you think I would be sitting here?!" lashed Sans throwing himself up and slapping Papyrus's hand away, "I can't believe I lost her again. I promised her I would never let her go, but that is exactly what I did."

"Sans... we will find her; you need to have faith."

"Faith… faith… that is what got us to this point. It is what made the monster world so corrupt and vile. We have put too much trust in faith; we have stopped doing anything for ourselves. It took an outsider- an intelligent, beautiful, compassionate, outsider- to show us how messed up we were. I don't know how to fix any of it without her."

"It will be alright brother… it's okay to cry."

Sans didn't object as his brother wrapped him in a hug or as a few tears trickled down his skull. The other monster's bowed their heads in solemn silence. All but two. The King and Toriel gazed upon the little monster behind Sans. They cried for joy. It was their son, Asriel. Toriel wrapped his unconscious body in a big hug. She tried to get him to wake up. The King stared at them in shock. His wife and son were back. There was no mistaking who they were. All of a sudden, Asriel started to cough. His eyes flitted open.

"Mama… is it you?" he croaked.

"Oh, my child… it is… it is," she said, hugging him tightly.

"Is it him, Toriel?" the King asked.

"Asgore, it is him."

The King walked over and fell to his knees. His son had come home; he had not lost him for good all those years ago. He slowly patted his son's head before wrapping him in a giant bear hug.

Sans pulled himself together for a moment. His eyes grew fiery blue. He stomped over to Asriel, and Sans pulled the kid from his father's arms. He glared at Asriel straight in the eye.

"Where is Frisk?!" he demanded.

Asriel looked perplexed for a moment. All the memories came flooding back. His body shuddered in horror at all the horrible things he had done. There was no mistaking it. He had been Flowey, and he had hurt so many monsters and people. He averted Sans's intense gaze.

"I don't know," Asriel mumbled, "I'm sorry."

"You have to know; you were the only one in here with Frisk."

"I only remember Frisk absorbing the soul's power and purifying my body. She freed me, and then I blacked out."

"Sans, release my son, please," begged Toriel.

"Toriel… I need him to tell me where Frisk went…"

"He won't be able to, but I might," The King interjected, "You said Frisk absorbed the soul's energy, son?"

"Yes, she did."

"The souls are still here which means that the energy was released after she purified Asriel. What most likely happened was Frisk's body was too fragile for the power to take. As it expelled from her, her body dissolved. Her soul was sent to the void."

"The void?" said Sans.

"It is a place where lost human souls go."

"Is there a way to bring her back?"

"There may be one, but it is dangerous."

"What?"

"We can use the six souls we have here to transport to the void realm and rescue Frisk. It will take numerous amounts of energy. It won't guarantee the monster's safety or Frisk's."

"I'll do it!" Sans volunteered.

"Brother, you can't," protested Papyrus, "I want to bring her back as much as you do, but you know she wouldn't want you risking your life for her."

"Papyrus, I know I can bring her and me back safely. Besides, I am not one to go back on my word."

"You never were, were you, Sans…"

Papyrus sighed defeated. He grasped his brother's hand and pulled him into a tight half hug. He prayed he would be able to see Sans again. Sans let go of turning to the King.

"What do I need to do?"

The King gestured to the souls. Sans by each one; he absorbed the soul's power. Each time his bones got lighter. His body became more translucent. As he took in the final soul, he disappeared altogether.

When his body manifested again, he was in a pure white zone. There was nothing around him except infinite light. Sans started wandering, calling Frisk's name. Not long after, a wispy figure came into view. A brunette human girl was sitting in a curled up ball. Sans sprinted toward her and reached out to touch her; his bones went right through her.

"I know I don't want to stay here, but if I do, is it possible to get back to the others? You say no; although, there is a part of me that hopes. That is why I cannot move on. I want to go back."

"Frisk…?"

"Yes, I understand how great heaven would be. I want to go back to Sans and all my friends. I am not ready to leave yet."

"Frisk, can you hear me?"

"No… I don't know how much more I can fight. I am so tired of fighting and hurting those I love. I guess you're maybe right, sir… maybe it is time for me to move o…"

"FRISK! You can't move on! I am here; me Sans. I came to you. I am here to take you home. I am going to take you back to the monster realm."

"..."

"Frisk… I'm here," whispered Sans waving his hand in front of her face.

"Sans… is that you?"

"The one and only. It's bonetastic of you to remember."

"Haha… it is you."

"Could you ever meet someone as corny as me in the afterlife?"

"No probably not," agreed Frisk looking up at him.

She smiled and tried to reach for his hand. This time, they made contact. Her body became solid. Sans grinned from ear to ear. His body was starting to weaken, so he grabbed Frisk by the waist and flashed them back to the monster realm. They appeared in the throne room. Everyone had gathered there, waiting. When the couple appeared back, the monsters rushed to greet them. The two were overwhelmed for a moment. Papyrus screamed at everyone to exit into the hallway. The two needed some space. In the end, it was the two of them left.

"You saved me…" smiled Frisk.

"For once, I did. I figured I owed you one for all the times you have rescued me," laughed Sans.

"Oh, is that all?"

"That isn't the only reason."

"What was the other one?"

"So I could do this…"

Sans leaned towards Frisk and kissed her right on the lips. She returned right back. Their affection and relief pouring into one another. They had never felt so sure of anything in their lives and we're excited about the future. The dangers finally behind them.

"Brother…" Papyrus called throwing open the throne room doors, "Oh, sorry. I knew you wanted a moment; I didn't think you would use it like that. Right… the monsters are getting antsy. I would recommend you hurry up ... and I am going to take my leave, excuse me…"

Sans and Frisk gaped at him. There was never a right moment for these two. They left the throne room hand in hand. Frisk was hugged by Toriel, Undyne, and Alphys. Her allies came to shake her hand. There were many happy greetings. It was the start of a new life for not only Frisk but all of the monster in the monster world.