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*You do not understand what is happening.

*You do not understand how this is possible.

*You do not understand-

'Silence.'

..

'Who am I? I believe you know me already. We have met before. In another time, another place, another world.'

..

'That's right. You remember me, do you not? The one you always came back to in the end, because you had already made your choice. And now? Now you have the audacity to think you could escape from me. That you could escape from your choices. From your..obligations.'

*You tried to ACT.

*But you could not reach the controls.

'Well, I supposed I should be flattered that you want to play nice with me. It was rather unlike you as I recall.'

*You tried to reach your SAVE file.

*Nothing happened.

'Come now. You didn't really believe that I would allow you to slip away so easily. Do you not remember? You are not in control. You have never been the one in control. Your choice was made a long, long time ago.'

*You called for help.

..

*But nobody came.

'Go to sleep now. Go to sleep, and leave this world, and this vessel, in my capable hands. Goodnight, dear partner.'

..

*Interesting. Very interesting indeed.

Chapter 1

Asriel was awoken by a sharp jolt as the bus went over a pothole. He pulled himself up from where he'd been slouching against the window and rubbed at his eyes. Glancing over at the human woman next to him he found that she was still looking down, focused on the book in her hands. She was in her late thirties and had spent the entire bus ride reading. When she sat down Asriel had tried to say hi and start a conversation, but she had been having none of it, giving only short and simple answers to his questions. In the end he had decided to just let her be.

Must have fallen asleep cause of how warm it is, Asriel mused. Summer had well and truly arrived, and it was high time that Asriel got his fur trimmed. He had already been uncomfortably hot for the last couple of weeks but had kept putting it off on the grounds that he would be back in Hometown soon and would just get it cut there. It would be nice to get his fur cut at the local barber's again.

Asriel's mind drifted over the two old monster sisters who ran the place and how much he used to hate having to get his fur trimmed for summertime. He would pout and squirm leading up to it, sulking in the back of the car on the way there. Even years later neither he nor Kris were that keen on haircuts. Kris.

His thoughts shifting on to his adopted brother Asriel bit his lip nervously. What would Kris have been up to while Asriel was away? Would he have been all right? The same question had been worrying him all year, even before he left for college.

After their parents split up Kris, who had already been on the stoic side, practically became mute and carved from stone. He only spoke if he absolutely had no choice and rarely showed much in the way of emotion. There had only been two exceptions. When the two of them went to get hot chocolate together on Sundays, Asriel could sometimes get Kris to smile, if only for a brief moment. The other exception was when he cried. Asriel had never actually seen him doing it, but he knew it was happening. He would catch Kris wiping at his eyes when he'd been alone. Sometimes those same eyes would be red and bloodshot. And once, Asriel had woken up in the middle of the night, only to hear quiet sobbing from the other side of their shared bedroom.

He hadn't said anything to Kris about it; Asriel knew he would hate that. Kris didn't spend a lot of time in the real world, instead living inside of his own head. When he had been small his emotions were wild to the point of being unpredictable. He would go from smiling and happy, to screaming in anguish with tears running down his cheeks in the blink of an eye. Half of the time Asriel couldn't have even said why. As he got older Kris seemed to become more in control, growing much quieter, almost serene. Asriel suspected that Kris valued his emotional control a great deal, so having it compromised like that must have been awful. Asriel hadn't wanted to make it worse by drawing attention to it.

With a long, drawn out sigh, Asriel looked out the window, watching the lines of pale trees roll past. At least Mom hadn't sent him any bad news. If Kris had flipped out or run away or something, she would have called him, obviously. If he was having hard time, she or Dad would have let Asriel know. Wouldn't they? They could just be wanting him not to worry. Of course, that thought only made Asriel worry more.

He sat up straight as he spotted a familiar sign:

'WELCOME TO HOMETOWN!

where everyone's welcome!'

Not long now, Asriel told himself. He managed to form a smile. I'll be home soon.

Toriel tapped her hands together nervously, craning her neck to try and see over the various humans and monsters filing off of the bus. It was a long grey and blue thing, with a faded image of a white hare running along its side. Luggage had been unloaded in a big heap on the sidewalk and a throng of passengers had quickly formed around it. Her nervous expression changed to one of delight as she spotted a familiar pair of horns nudging their way out of the crowd.

Her son weaved his way through, trying not to bump into anyone. He was lugging a huge duffel bag in one hand and dragging a large green suitcase with the other. As soon as his eyes fell on his waiting mother, they lit up like someone had set fireworks off inside. Eagerly, he pulled clear of the crowd and scrambled over, his pace slowed a little by his bags.

Toriel ran to meet him, embracing Asriel in a tight hug. He chuckled, hugging her back and nuzzling his nose against hers. 'Hey,' he said, grin lopsided.

'Hello, my dear,' said Toriel, beaming. She looked at her son lovingly, her sight misty from sheer happiness. It seemed like an age had passed since Toriel had last set eyes on him. Had he gotten taller?

'Asriel!' boomed a deep voice. The white furred monster looked over Toriel's shoulder and his eyes went wide.

'Dad!' he cried, clearly astonished. Stepping back, Toriel allowed Asgore to embrace his son in a massive bearhug, even to the point of heaving him off the ground. 'You're here!' said Asriel, face filled with surprise and joy.

'Of course,' said Asgore, putting an arm around Asriel's shoulder, 'Do you think I'd miss my boy's triumphant return?' Asriel laughed and the two lightly clinked their horns together. The boy had really taken after his father more than her, hadn't he? While not quite as tall or as broad as Asgore (very few people were), Asriel had the same, deep, warm eyes and cheerful face. He had even grown a beard like his father's, albeit his was white and a bit shorter.

'Here, let me take that,' said Asgore, reaching for the large bag Asriel had dropped on the ground in his excitement. Hefting it up he gave a grunt, 'oof! You must have gotten stronger while you were away!' Asgore exclaimed, 'This thing weighs a tonne!'

Asriel grinned, then paused, looking around the parking lot behind his parents. Toriel knew what he was looking for. 'He's, not here,' she said, feeling her own heart sink as Asriel looked crestfallen. 'I told him that he needed to be here but,' she paused, glancing to the side, 'he snuck out to the woods early in the morning and hasn't been back yet. He's been doing that a lot this past week,' she added, by way of explanation for Asriel's worried look.

'Yes,' chimed in Asgore, 'he always appears in time for dinner though, either at your mother's or at my house. Don't worry,' he went on, moving to head for Toriel's van, 'I'm sure he'll be back soon. He'll want to see you, after all.'

I certainly hope so, thought Toriel. Kris had been very strange lately, and whenever Asriel was mentioned a kind of shadow had fallen over his face. To most people the change would have been imperceptible, but Toriel was the boy's mother and knew him better than anybody except for Asriel himself. She wasn't sure what it was that was troubling Kris, but for one reason or another he hadn't been looking forward to this.

Mustering a smile, Toriel walked over to her small red van. 'I'm sure Asgore is right,' she said, motioning for Asriel to follow. 'Kris will no doubt be along before it gets dark.' She unlocked the van and Asgore opened one of the rear doors. The burly monster heaved the large bag up and onto the back seat. Taking the suitcase from Asriel, he stowed it in the footwell before climbing in himself. Asriel noticeably hesitated, glancing between the front and back seats.

He was probably surprised to see Asgore riding in the same car at all. As it happened Toriel had almost refused to let him. Asgore's truck had broken down during the week leaving him with no way to get here other than walking, and the pickup point was on the other side of town from him. Reluctantly Toriel had agreed to give him a lift. Asriel was his son too after all. Though she often wished he wasn't.

Surmounting his brief confusion, Asriel slid into the front passenger seat alongside Toriel. All paws in, she recited to herself before pulling door shut. The little vehicle rumbled to life as she turned the keys and, keeping a close eye on the many passengers by the bus, pulled out of the parking lot.

'So,' began Asgore as they chugged down the street, 'What exciting things have you been up to in the big city?'

Looking over his shoulder at his father, Asriel shrugged. 'Going to class mostly,' he said. 'I mean, I played a bit on the baseball team and did a couple of things on the student council, but not a lot, really.' Toriel smiled to herself. Asriel clearly hadn't changed that much. He had just as much false modesty as before.

'I beat you hit a few home runs,' insisted Asgore.

'Well, it's a much tougher game than in highschool,' said Asriel. 'Some of the pitchers around are pretty fast.' He paused. 'I did hit a few though,' he added with a sly grin.

'Haha! That's my boy,' laughed Asgore.

'Did you make any new friends?' asked Toriel, leaning forward to look around corners as she stopped at an intersection.

'Oh yeah,' nodded Asriel, 'There were lots of nice people up there. Mostly humans, but there were more monsters than I expected.'

'Must be all the new pro-monster scholarships,' mused Asgore.

'Actually, quite a few of them lived in Ebbot,' said Asriel. 'There's really a lot more monsters up there than you might think.'

'Well, I'm glad to hear you had people of your own to spend time with,' smiled Toriel.

A frown brushed over Asriel's face for a brief moment. 'The humans were all nice too,' he said. 'Things aren't like they were a hundred years ago, Mom.'

'I didn't mean to say..' Toriel started, then stopped again. She sighed. 'I'm sorry Asriel, it's just, I was a little nervous for you.'

'Mmm,' nodded Asgore in agreement, 'We both were, I think. Old monsters like us, heh, we still think of things like they're fifty years ago or more.'

'Who are you calling old?' snapped Toriel.

'Only myself, apparently,' said Asgore. Toriel could see him raise an eyebrow in the rear-view mirror.

Asriel chuckled, though the short scowl Toriel sent Asgore via the mirror was quite genuine. 'I know you guys were just worrying about me,' he said. 'But the humans up there were great, really.'

They went on talking as Toriel drove, she and Asgore rarely having any direct exchange. The head of House Dreemurr hardly seemed to mind though. She supposed he was just happy to be able to talk to his son. I cannot fault him for that, I suppose, thought Toriel. Not that she couldn't fault him for other things if she had a mind. Toriel reprimanded herself internally. She wasn't going to ruin things for Asriel with her own feelings. The boy was happy to see and talk to his father, so she would have to let it be.

Before long they had crossed Hometown and Toriel pulled up outside of Asgore's worn looking house/shop hybrid. There were wild creepers growing up one side of the building along with numerous cracks in the faded brickwork. The sign itself still held clear enough though: 'Flower King'. Toriel felt just a touch annoyed reading the name, as the play on words had been her idea.

'Ah, it seems this is my stop,' noted Asgore, looking out the window.

'Oh,' said Asriel, noticing where they were for the first time. 'I mean, I'm sure it would be alright if-

'No no,' Asgore cut in, catching the withering glare Toriel sent him through the mirror, 'I couldn't impose on your mother.' He slipped out of the van, Asriel following quickly. Toriel did not get out, keeping the engine running. 'There'll be plenty of time for you to visit,' she heard Asgore say.

'I can come round tomorrow,' said Asriel.

'That..that would be wonderful,' said Asgore. 'You must bring Kris as well if you can! We can go to the diner, like old times.'

'I'd like that,' said Asriel, voice soft so that Toriel had trouble hearing it over the noise of the engine. The two monsters hugged tightly, then clinked horns again. 'Love you Dad,' he said.

'And I love you too, my dear son,' said Asgore. As Asriel climbed back into the van Toriel tried to make it look as if she hadn't been listening. 'Goodbye!' called Asgore, 'if Kris comes here, I'll make sure to bring him round!'

'Goodbye!' called back Asriel, waving. Toriel held up a hand and gave a curt nod to Asgore. Then she made a quick U-turn and headed back home. Asriel watched over his shoulder as they drove off, and it made Toriel's heart ache just a little bit.

Asriel set down his bags and looked around. It almost seemed like the room hadn't changed at all. His old bed was there, made neat and tidy just the way he had left it. The trophies he'd won in sports and at school sat on the shelves above it, along with the original copy of his high school graduation certificate. The painting of a flower he'd done in tenth grade was still pinned up and the star and moon stickers he'd put up as a kid still plastered the wall around it.

The computer he and his brother had shared still sat in the opposite corner, though it looked like the mouse and headphones had both been replaced over the last year. Asriel smiled fondly at the old red wagon that sat on the other side of the room, a blanket draped over the empty birdcage inside it. His smile slipped just a little as he looked over at Kris' bed.

Toriel must have made it some time after Kris left this morning, as he never made it himself. The bedside table was bare as were the shelves above the bed. Why had Kris taken down his stuff? The clay model of a dinosaur, the stack of bird drawings, the two third place ribbons for track, the beat up blue remote-control car. They were all gone. Even the picture of the two of them Asriel had given Kris before he went away was nowhere to be seen. Instead it was all just cobwebs and dust. If someone had asked Asriel to guess which half of the room was inhabited and which wasn't, he would have undoubtedly gotten it wrong. Kris' side seemed barren.

'I will just be downstairs if you need anything,' said Toriel from the doorway.

'Ok Mom,' said Asriel, looking over his shoulder and smiling. Returning the smile, she bustled off. As soon as she was gone Asriel's face fell again. He walked forward to stand on the rug in the middle of the room. It had the Delta Rune on it: his family's symbol. Asriel rolled his eyes. Not like he or his Dad were about to try and reclaim the old throne or anything. The rune was more just a reminder of the past. A little family tradition.

He set about unpacking his things, putting clothes back into his closet, which had lain completely bare this past year. He stopped when he heard something rustle. Asriel looked around the room, trying to see where it might have come from. It hadn't been a small sound, like fabric settling. Something had moved. His eyes fell on the covered-up birdcage. Kris hadn't actually gotten a pet bird while Asriel had been away had he?

Curious, Asriel crossed over and bent down next to the cage. He watched intently for a few seconds, waiting to see if there would be any more movement. 'Hello?' he asked. Wait, what am I- Before he could even finish thinking about how stupid that was to say, another rustle came from inside the cage. 'Huh,' he murmured, surprised. He reached out to lift up the blanket and peer inside. Whenever Kris had suggested they get a real bird for the cage Toriel had always said no. While she knew Kris loved birds, she also knew that he would likely do a terrible job of cleaning up after one. What had made her change her mind?

Before Asriel could pull back the cover he heard the door open. 'Asriel, dear?' asked Toriel, poking her head around the doorframe, 'I've made some tea. Do you think you could come downstairs?'

'Oh, yeah, sure,' smiled Asriel, standing up. He could check on the cage later.

The two boss monsters sat in the living room for the next few hours. Toriel plied Asriel with a mountain of question about his studies and what he'd been up to. Asriel was only too happy oblige, chatting away about some of the friends he'd made and the fun they'd had. He talked about how interesting he was finding university level physics, though whenever he tried to go into details his mother was left to stare helplessly. It was all far beyond on her meagre grasp of science and maths.

Eventually, Toriel glanced out the window and started. 'Oh my!' she exclaimed, 'it has gotten dark while we were talking.' Asriel looked up and saw that the soft light of evening had indeed long since ceased to shine through the windows. And there was no sign of Kris.

Guessing his thoughts Toriel managed a smile. 'Don't worry,' she said, 'he has been out this late before. Asgore is probably-

Before she could finish there was a quiet knock from outside. 'See,' said Toriel, getting up and walking to the door. Asriel stood up too, leaning around to see as the door swung open. He had half expected to see Asgore, but instead a small solitary frame filled the doorway. His gaze was cast down so that the fringe of his messy brown hair obscured most of his face. He still wore the same green and yellow jumper Asriel remembered, pulled on over a crumbled shirt. There was dirt smeared on his face and clothes.

'Kris!' exclaimed Toriel, her voice a mixture of happiness and disapproval. 'What kind of time do you call this?' she asked.

'Sorry,' replied Kris, voice just above a whisper. He stood there ring-lit by the porch light and raised his head to look past Toriel. Asriel mustered a smile as he met his brother's gaze. He knew Kris well, and had often been able to read his mood even through small changes. Right now though, Kris' face was just blank.

'Hey,' said Asriel.

'Hi,' replied Kris. He said nothing else but kept staring. His brown eyes were flat, yet intense at the same time.

'Is that all you have to say to your brother?' asked Toriel, stepping to the side and motioning for Kris to come in.

Obediently Kris stepped inside, letting her close the door behind him. He looked Asriel up and down for a few seconds. 'You're taller,' he said at last.

'So are you,' pointed out Asriel.

'Not as tall as you,' said Kris.

There was a long, awkward pause. Asriel just couldn't think of anything to say all of a sudden. Normally he was a veritable fountain conversation, but something about Kris' expression (or lack of one) seemed to be shutting him down. Every time he went to say something it died before it reached his lips. Kris, of course, was silent.

At last Toriel broke the silence. 'Kris, you had better go get cleaned up,' she said. 'Now that you're back, I will start dinner.' Kris nodded and went upstairs, not looking at Asriel as he passed.

As Toriel bustled into the kitchen, Asriel allowed himself to sink into a chair. That had been far, far more awkward than he could ever have imagined. Not only had Kris not gotten any better than when Asriel had left, he seemed to have gotten much worse. Asriel's mind went again to the empty shelves, the once prized possessions they had held all gone. What had Kris done with them? What had Kris done with himself?

All through dinner Kris was nigh on totally silent, speaking only when spoken to and even then, he usually just grunted or shook his head. Asriel found to his surprise that he was reluctant to talk to Kris at all. Something about the way his adopted brother was acting set a deep apprehension in the pit of his stomach. As Toriel set about washing plates in the sink however, the two found themselves alone together in the living room.

'So,' began Asriel, trying (and failing) not to sound uncomfortable, 'What have you been up to lately?'

'Things,' said Kris, dropping onto the couch. His slender frame made only a light thud.

'Got anything more specific?' pressed Asriel, sitting down next to him.

Kris tilted his head slightly, considering the question. 'I've been, playing, with a few people,' he said, at last.

'Really? Who?' asked Asriel. Kris had never been one for friends, despite usually being nice and well-spoken to everyone. He had always just come across as too weird for people other than Asriel.

'Some different people,' Kris said. When he didn't go on Asriel gave an impatient nod to try and get him to elaborate. 'Girl from school,' he said at last.

'Noelle?' asked Asriel, trying to remember Kris' classmates. He was pretty sure she had always been a nice girl.

'No,' said Kris, shaking his head. It was a small movement, almost undetectable. 'I don't think you really knew her.' Asriel frowned. Didn't know her? He had known pretty much everybody, hadn't he? 'Her name's Susie.'

Asriel blinked, staring at Kris in astonishment. Susie? As in, the purple waterhorse girl? The one who would always bully people, and kept getting suspended? That Susie?

'She's nice,' said Kris, as if that could explain it all. He paused, and his face briefly scrunched up in a contemplative frown. It was the first time his expression had shifted all evening. 'Well, she's nice on the inside,' he corrected.

'I see,' said Asriel, still trying to get over his surprise. Hadn't Kris always talked about being scared of her? 'Is, that where you were today?' he asked, 'Hanging out with Susie?'

'No,' said Kris, shaking his head again. 'I was, practicing some things.'

'What sort of things?' asked Asriel. Kris' cryptic language was baffling.

'You're doing good at uni?' asked Kris, violently changing the subject.

'Uh, yeah,' stammered Asriel, reeling as he tried to find his footing again in the conversation. 'The stuff we've done on quantum physics has been pretty interesting.'

'Quantum physics?' asked Kris, suddenly sitting up straight.

'Yeah,' nodded Asriel. 'It's only a small part of my studies at this level but, it sounds like it'll be pretty cool. Y'know, if I get to that point.'

'Oh. So you don't actually know much about it?' asked Kris.

'I mean, I probably know more than most people,' said Asriel, managing a half grin.

'But not a lot.'

'Well, no, not a lot,' admitted Asriel. 'Why?' he asked, his confusion obvious.

Kris paused, looking him square in the face. 'No reason,' he said after a while.

After that Kris resisted any further questions Asriel tried to ask. Still, he was at least willing to listen to Asriel talk and seemed to genuinely be listening to what he had to say. Eventually, Toriel joined them and Asriel was pressed to continue recounting his college adventures. When he came to some of the more significant happenings of the past few months he hesitated. I'll tell them later, he decided. There was plenty of time to bring that up, and it might not be a good idea to spring something like that on Mom so soon after his return. Instead he did his best to gloss over those parts of the semester. Toriel clearly didn't notice, though Asriel could have sworn that Kris was looking at him suspiciously. It was probably just Asriel being paranoid.

At last, Kris got up and announced quietly that he was going to bed. 'Seems like a good idea,' agreed Asriel, standing up also. Toriel nodded and bid the two of them goodnight. As he passed through the kitchen to reach the bathroom, Asriel noticed that there was a strong smell of flowers in the room. The two brothers didn't exchange any words as they prepared for bed, Asriel only calling goodnight to Toriel before he went upstairs.

Before setting his head back down on the old familiar pillow, Asriel remembered something and sat up. 'Hey, Kris?' he called. Bedcovers rustled as Kris rolled over to face him. Asriel could see light faintly reflecting in his eyes in the now dark room. 'Did you get a bird?' he asked.

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Kris stared blankly through the dark for several seconds. His reply was simple but had a strange finality to it.

'No.'

It's been a long time since I last posted something on here, but I've got a good feeling about this one. In case you haven't figured it out yet, this story uses the headcannon that the worlds of Undertale and Deltarune are connected, which is why I've posted it here. How connected? Well you'll just have to wait and see, won't you? Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please leave a review with your thoughts, and I'll see you soon with chapter two (should be less than a week, but we'll see).