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Everyone in the Underground is so kind and good. How glad I am that I was able to make friends with everyone!
And the fact that all the children were killed before me... This is... Undyne and Asgore, and everyone who participated in this sincerely regrets. They admit their guilt and will not do this anymore! I'll see to it...
***
They all don't tell me something. This applies to the children of Toriel and Asgore. Everyone in the Underground knows this sad story, but... They are silent about something. What?
***
The adopted child of the royal family was called Chara...
That name... They described to me what she looked like... Eternal green sweater, trousers, boots...
Chara... My beloved, dear friend... Why do I find out about your death in this way?!
- How did she d-die? - My voice trembles, but I keep looking directly at Toriel. I need answers.
- Child, she suddenly fell ill a-and we absolutely could not help her in any way... - Mom could hardly hold back her tears.
- Why didn't you tell me about this before? I have been living in the Underground for five years now and only now I find out what the names of your children were! - A glance dreams between Toriel and Asgore, but quickly stops on the floor.
- Child, we... We didn’t think you knew her... We didn’t want to... Knowing your sensitive nature, we didn’t have the strength to tell you this and... - The Keeper of the Ruins clearly didn’t know what to say.
- Do not finish speaking, keep silent, do not speak, skip... Do you know that all this can be called a lie? - I hissed.
I didn't want to see them. Thoughts were occupied with only one thing. Memories of Chara.
***
- Let's be friends!
- What? - I was distracted from the book.
- Let's be friends. - She did not ask, but rather asserted. Not the most appropriate intonation. And... Damn, she's about eight years old...
- Why do you need it, a trifle?
- I want to be friends with you.
- Um... Okay?
- Excellent! Go play.
- What then?
- Catching up! - The girl exclaimed enthusiastically and, grabbing my hand, dragged me somewhere.
- But-
- No objection!
- Lord, tell me at least your name. I need to know who I'm going to be friends with. - This is a damn strange situation.
- Chara... My name is Chara. And you?
- Frisk. Nice to meet you. - The girl has a strong grip. - Where are you taking me?
- Hu-hu... In one interesting place, Frisk.
When we finally stopped, I saw in front of me... the Church? Abandoned church. Ha...
- What the hell, Chara? - I whispered.
- I found this place about three days ago. - She went to the entrance. - Hey, why are you up? Let's go! You're kind of older and you shouldn't be afraid, right?
- Fears don't care about your age... - I mumbled, but still followed her.
- Huh? Are you really afraid?
- No.
- That's okay! - Chara clapped her little hands.
- How old are you, little thing?
- I am nine. And you?
- Ha. Fourteen. How did you find this place?
- Hmm... I was walking.
- Let's say. I didn’t know that youngsters like such places... - I drawled thoughtfully, simultaneously looking at the abandoned building from the inside.
- I do not know either. I don't communicate with anyone especially... - she muttered. The girl glanced at me briefly. - You, too, do not pull the soul of the company.
- I really wanted to. Among... People of my age are rare... Normal. - I tried to speak as quickly as possible. - And how, tell me, are you going to play catch-up here? - I looked around the room. You can't really go around, and besides, there is rubbish everywhere... Glass, leaves - after all, the middle of autumn - fragments of the building itself...
- Hey, little thing, let's get out of here and play outside. I don't like it here.
- Huh? What doesn't suit you?
- This piece. I pointed to the stone next to me. - I fell off the ceiling and I don't want something to fall on my head.
- Yes, you... Why all of a sudden, he just from the ceiling?
- Yes, look at the drawing! - There is the same one. I pointed to the ceiling. - Let's go?
- Okay. - After a minute of silence they answered me.
- Excellent.
Now I was dragging her. And back to the place where she left her backpack... Nobody stole it?
- I can go on my own.
The child broke free from my grasp and we continued on our way.
- Fuf... you're okay. I exhaled. The backpack was lying in the same place where I left it.
- Play?
- A? Yes, yes... Now.
Having checked for the presence of all the things in the bag and found no loss, I turned to Chara.
- Catch-up, right?
She nodded. Well...
- Then run! - I rushed after the girl, who, apparently, having felt something, managed to move away from me by three meters.
When I ran, she screamed and smiled.
***
- Chara, what the fuck is this. - I pointed at the girl with a finger.
- What? What are you talking about? By the way, I don’t think you should express yourself at-
- Are you serious now ?! Those marks on your body! I've noticed them before, but you never know where you could stumble. But!.. There are only more of them every day, and we walk every day! Where are they from?
I've only known her for a couple of weeks, but I can't help but worry about this little thing!
- Ah... This... Um... How to say something... Hmm... - Her gaze darted from side to side, stubbornly avoiding me.
- Speak as it is.
- Ha-ha... You see, my mother was in a bad mood.
- What?! You!.. Lord, Chara, are you absolutely all right?
- Yes. - Painfully slowly she answered.
- And does this often happen?
I don't like this woman anymore. And nothing can convince me. What kind of creature does it take to hit your child because of a bad mood?
- Um... - Is she really thinking? - When... Mom is thrown, she drinks too much and... Um... Sometimes after work.
- Raise your jacket.
- What for?
- Lift it up.
Reluctantly, she obeyed, and I... I felt bad. In my family I never got beat up, but the atmosphere there is clearly cool... You can say - I think this is the most appropriate - everyone ignores each other and shows the minimum necessary care. But this... Damn it, there is no living room on it.
- That's the same... Fuck.
- Everything? - The girl asked hopefully.
- A? Yes... Do you have... Anywhere else? - I saw only the belly...
- No. Well... I have steam on my feet, but that's okay. - She brushed it off.
- Have you looked in the mirror for a long time?
She said nothing.
- So... Okay. Trifle, now we are going to the store. Clear?
- Yes.
- Excellent.
We went to the nearest store and I asked:
- What do you want?
- Chocolate.
- Okay.
When we left and Chara finished the chocolate bar, I returned to the previous topic. Indirectly.
- Where do you live? I want to visit you.
- Hmm... First I come to you!
- Okay, let's go.
- Huh?
- I'm not going to put off something so simple. Any objections?
- No.
- Then follow me, a trifle. It's not far.
Five minutes and we are in my hallway.
- Only a brother should be at home. - I whispered. By the way, speaking of him...
- Hey? - He said and was surprised. - Who is this?
- Chara. My girlfriend. - I answered, putting my shoes on the shelf.
- Ha. Really? - He grinned.
Looking at myself and my friend, I realized something. Chara, she... In one sweater! The end of autumn is coming soon, and this girl...
- Hey, are you cold outside, little thing?
- A? No, no.
She was wearing only a green sweater and brown trousers with boots...
- Exactly?
- Yes, yes... Why all of a sudden such concern?
- Uh... Just like that.
When we were in my room, I asked:
- So where do you live?
- From here, probably twenty minutes to go...
- Then, when we finish, I will accompany you.
- What for? No need. I can do it myself!
- I'll show you.
- Okay.
***
Last time, the little thing managed to escape. But here. A week later, I ended up at her house! By the way, a nice little apartment... True, Chara's entire room is pink. Everything: walls, carpet, wardrobe, table, chair, bedside table, bed - pink. And it's annoying.
- Do not you think that this is... Overkill? - I asked.
- I'm used to it. Mom once said that as soon as it was confirmed that she would have a daughter, the room turned pink. And then... The furniture was never changed here. - The girl answered.
- Yes... I do not know how to this... - I looked around the room. - You can get used to it. Are you really okay with everything?
A minute of silence and a short one:
- Yes.
- Horror... By the way, do you have at least some kind of jacket? Winter is coming, after all.
- Yes... - she held out, looking away.
Something is not clean here. Definitely.
- Do you have any bag?
- There is. And what?
- When will this... Your mother?
- In about an hour. Why do you need it? Frisk? - I thought and did not notice her questions.
- Would you like to spend the night with me?
- What?
- Will you stay with me for the night?
- Um... Can I? I mean, did you ask your parents for permission?
- Wait a minute.
Taking the phone, I left the room and called my father.
- Hey?
- Hey. - I heard his voice.
- Um... Why am I calling... Can my friend spend the night with us?
- What?.. Why do you need this?
- I... I... I want to spend more time with her! So..?
- Okay. Just don't make a noise.
- Thanks. - I dropped the call.
This is the plus of such relationships as our family has. If you do not bother anyone and do not demand too much, then almost everything is possible!
- Allowed. - I said, entering the room. - So you agree?
- Hmm yeah?
- Excellent! I clapped my hands.
After an hour and a half of empty conversations, the doors opened and Chara's mother entered the apartment.
- I'm at home.
- Hey. - I greeted, leaning out of the room.
- Huh? Who are you?
- Hi, Mom... This is my friend - Frisk.
I waved my hand again.
- Why did you bring her here without asking me? - I was ignored.
Chara said something indistinctly and her mother didn't like it...
- Talk normally.
Oh, how can I not like her...
- Sorry, but... - I went up to this... Woman. - I don’t like the way you talk to her.
- So what? This is my daughter and I have the right to talk to her like a
Okay, okay, maybe it was a hasty action, but... Damn, it was nice to hit this thing.
- Take your bag and let's go, beauty. - I said, turning to face Chara.
- Now.
Already on the street she asked me:
- Why did you hit her?
- You see, maybe I can't see well (because of which I squint most of the time, trying to see at least something), but I was able to notice that new bruises appeared on you - every day - and I was determined to stop these beatings!.. Well, or at least cut this creature well. She deserves it.
***
A month later, I met her again. She pounced on me screaming and... Yes, I once again tweaked her beautiful face.
She just continued to beat Chara! A trifle ate persuaded me not to write on it where it should be. I see her and I can't help it. How can she do this to her? I will not allow my friend to offend!
Two months have passed since we became friends, and a trifle was near so often that it seemed half a year at least.
How lucky I am with my friend! Chara is beautiful.
***
- I'm really sorry, but it doesn't depend on me... And I really don't want this to happen, but... But Mom said we were moving. I am so sorry! - Chara could hardly hold back tears, hugging me. However, like me. It’s so good that now she doesn’t see my face.
***
We had known each other for an insignificant three months, but during this time this girl managed to become my own! I remember how in the end we both burst into tears...
- Ha... It turns out you're dead. This is awful... - I muttered.
Drowning in memories, I did not notice how I approached Barrier.
Then, five years ago, after the battle with the king... We talked and decided that there were enough deaths... Then Flowey jumped out of the earth and almost killed Asgore. I barely managed to block it from the blow.
The king, using the remaining magic, was able to "scare off" Flowey. Then they treated me for a long time, for about a week...
And when I met a flower again, we had a long and serious conversation about his actions and attitude to the situation. Returning to the castle, it turned out that not only we, but also Azgor and Toriel had a heart-to-heart conversation. They came to at least some kind of understanding. Something already.
I - a 15-year-old girl who fell into the Underground from her own despair - was accepted into the royal family. The king and queen nevertheless met again after some miserable six months.
For four years and something, everything returned to normal. More or less...
But! Chara, Chara, Chara, why? How did you even get here ?! You're not... No. She was not that kind of person. She would not have dared to... Damn it! She really could have tried to commit suicide!
They said that she was happy and how the hell I wanted to believe in these stories! After all, if pain awaited her here, then... No. Enough. Monsters - most - are sweet and kind. And if Chara was almost immediately accepted into the royal family, then they would not dare to touch her, right?
The royal family... Couldn't heal?.. Ha. That is, the Royal Scientist could not make a medicine, Queen, and indeed everyone who can use healing magic could not help one child?.. Maybe they tried, but obviously they didn't really try. Bloody hypocrites.
They were always worried about only liberation... At first, I was attacked from almost every corner to take my soul. And then - after the battle with Azgor - as soon as I left the castle, as always there were quite a lot of monsters who asked only when I would free them... They can and can be kind and sweet, but... The monster is just a monster, what about take it? Take the king and Undyne. Both are quite aggressive towards people...
I remembered that once the Head of the Royal Guard said: "Since she is my friend, then I cannot kill her... But this does not apply to the next person who falls here" - she said, not naturally quiet for her demeanor... These two - as, in principle, all monsters - can be justified by saying that it is their duty to do everything possible to free their people. And for Asgore and Undyne, the feeling has been multiplied several times for a long time, because of the positions they hold. But... Now it doesn't sound as convincing as it used to.
- Haha... The very fact that the monsters could not save you... Haha... So changed my opinion of them! What a strong influence you have on me, beauty... - It seemed so funny to me that I did not consider it necessary to restrain my laughter.
- Huh? Gorgeous? And who are you talking about, you fool?
***
The eternally half-lidded red eyes seemed to look at everyone with contempt and reproach. But for five years the monsters got used to it and realized how much the look differs from the character of Frisk... He rushed towards the flower and it seemed that all kindness in a moment disappeared from the girl's soul, leaving only pity with an admixture of anger.
- You... Help me, whether you like it or not.
- What? Why should I listen to you? You are just another fool, unable to offend a fly.
The girl took out a knife from her belt.
- I found him before the battle with Asgore. In the same place as this.
From her pocket, she pulled out a gold heart-shaped pendant.
- You know, these things seem to be connected with your past... But this is not the most important thing in them, because their characteristics are more important. You are just a pathetic flower monster... But you have power. This is what I need. Will you obey me or-
- Or what? What are you going to do to me, you damn pacifist?
- Or you will die.
Flowey winced slightly.
- And? I'm not really afraid of death.
- Maybe so... Although all living beings have a sense of self-preservation, but you are special with us. - How much poison was in this word. - Artificial life form. Just an experiment. - The girl waved her hand with a knife.
- And what do you want from me, you fool?
- So that you help me... - As if teasing, Frisk said slowly on purpose. - Become a queen.
- What? And how are you going to do it? With your pacifist inclinations... Moreover, it does not seem that Asgore or Toriel are going to die... - The flower did understand what she wanted and only gave her a skeptical look. - Can you? It is unlikely that you fought to the death with anyone, well, except for the king, but he held back... And with your first level, you did not kill anyone.
- I can still cope with my mother, but Asgore... I need you here.
- Why suddenly? You have a bunch of other
- And all polls are ready to overthrow the ruling family? Ha. Most of them are too weak for this. You, Flowey, are a different case. He himself said: "Kill or you will be killed."
- Yes. I'm not going to give up my words. Let's say I agree to help you cooperate... But why do you need this? You lived peacefully calmly for five years.
- Recently I found out the name of the first child who fell here... Chara, she was my friend. Such a sweet, cheerful girl...
- That's all, that's enough. I spread snot here...
Surrendering to memories, Frisk did not notice how the flower reacted to the mention of her longtime friend.
- Ha. If you agree, we'll meet in my room tomorrow and start.
- You have no plan?
- There is a plan. Kill the king and queen. Become a queen. Execute those who disagree.
- And where am I in your future?
- You... Snitch. You know, you need someone to find those who disagree, right?
- Huh? I am not your pet to look for something for you!
- Then you will become one.
- Wh-
The flower did not have time to object, because he was grabbed by the stem and pulled out of the ground. During all this sweet conversation, the "monster" weakened his vigilance, and the confidence in the inability to harm Frisk only made everything easier and the unexpected action on the part of the girl helped her to pull Flowey out of the ground.
- Let me go!
- Will you obey me?
- No.
The girl quickly looked at the flower, lifting it higher and with a quick movement of her hand pulled one leaf out of the stem. The "monster" gave a short cry.
- Let me go!
Further, having previously shortened the stem with a knife, Frisk tore off the remaining leaf and three yellow petals. The screams were louder. Sometimes Azgore comes just to look at the Barrier, but... But no one came.
- Everything! Enough! Stop! I will!.. I agree! - Flowey shouted, quickly checking his remaining health. It was not enough.
- Just be so. - Said the girl, finally tearing off a small piece from the petal.
- Ay! Enough…
- You’ve had enough for today. See you tomorrow!
The flower hid underground immediately after being lowered.
***
- So what should I do? - asked Flowey.
- You must kill Asgore. - The girl spoke so slowly that it seemed a little bit more and would start syllables.
- Kill the King of the Dungeon? Sure! It's so easy. - His words were thoroughly saturated with sarcasm.
- When I’m finished with my mother, I’ll come and help you. Satisfied?
- It's better.
- Then let's get down to business!
Quietly poking, the flower left.
***
Toriel was in her bedroom, her voice was heard from the room. I knocked.
- Come in.
- Hi, Mom. - I waved her hand.
- Hello, child. Did you want something?
- No. I just came to see you.
- Oh... I see. Child, Frisk, I would like to apologize to you for yesterday's incident. We should have told you about this earlier... Sorry. - The monster sighed.
- It's okay. I, too, then flared up. Chara... This girl was very dear to me. Forgive me too, Mom.
- He-he... Okay. If so, then... - She spread her arms, offering to hug.
I smiled and walked over to her. Her arms are still soft and warm... Very nice. Toriel interrupted such a wonderful moment by taking me by the shoulders and slightly pushing me away from her.
- I understand that we are
She could not finish. I quickly took out a knife, stuck it through the white fur - there a man would have a heart, but the monsters have something more important - and just as quickly I pulled it out. I forced the soul to "come out." A white heart appeared before me. The last time I saw him was when I left the Ruins.
- Child, what are you doing? - Mom asked.
- You and Azgore are not very good at managing, although I may be mistaken and you are managing superbly, but... But in any case, you are sending the wrong message to the people. You two are in charge here. You have authority and respect. Your opinion is trusted and reckoned with. At the end of the end, you are the king and queen.
I grabbed her soul. Toriel hasn’t attacked yet... Either she hasn’t realized what position she is in, or she simply doesn’t want to hurt me. What a pity.
A couple of moments and the knife pierces the soul. The monster lets out a painful cry. But even he does not have a chance to show himself in all his glory. The Queen begins to crumble to dust. Oh, No. Former queen.
- I'm doing everything right. - I say, not taking my eyes off the heap of ashes, which collects under the former queen.
***
Asgore should be in the Throne Room... Yes, he is there. Flowey manages of course, but this will take too long. And no extra noise is needed. I decide to help him. As quickly as possible I get close to him and attack him from the side. This does practically no damage to him, but the king is distracted. And the flower was able to do more damage. The same trick turned out to be done a couple more times, and then Asgore figured out how to protect himself from it. And I had to hit in the forehead. After some time, I noticed that my health was painfully low. Quietly swearing, I - by some miracle, but could - ate a piece of pie from yesterday's dinner. And immediately I felt better. The battle lasted long enough, but Flowey was finally able, albeit from under the strain, to deliver the finishing blow.
- Who will get the soul? - asked the flower.
- Huh? You ask me more, of course. At only the second level.
- Okay. Take it.
I swallowed my soul. This is all over. I did it.
- Do not relax. There is also a smiling garbage bag. Have you forgotten?
- No. Well, not quite. I think I have found a solution to this problem. - I answered, trying to calm my breathing.
- But there is still a fishhead... - continued Flowey.
- And Sans is needed to solve this.
- Huh? You sort of decided to deal with him, no?
- You don’t have to kill him. You can subdue. That way it will be more useful.
- And it will bring more problems! Think what you are doing, you fool! He shouted.
- Without him — don’t you think so — it will be a little tricky to defeat the Commander of the Royal Guard trained by Asgore, don’t you? - I objected.
- Okay. Let's admit. And what are you going to do? - The flower agreed.
- Soon he should come... Now we need to rest. - I brushed it off.
After half an hour of blissful respite, a skeleton entered the Throne Room.
- HUMAN?! WHY DID YOU WANT THE GREAT PAPYRUS TO VISIT YOU? - He asked.
- He? Is this your decision? - Flowey hissed.
- Grab him. - I waved in the direction of the younger skeleton.
It's good that he did as I asked.
- FLOURY?! MAN, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU ARE FRIENDS TO MY OTHER... I AM SO HAPPY! B-BUT... COULD YOU NOT LET ME GO? THESE HUGS ARE TOO STRONG! I UNDERSTAND, WE HAVE NOT SEEN FOR A LONG TIME, BUT EVERYTHING IS SO...
- Shut up! - shouted at him Flowey.
- BUT-
- Papyrus, could you be quieter. Asgore and Toriel... They are ill and now they need rest.
- NYAH!.. HOW NICE... I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, TRY TO BE QUIET IN ORDER TO GIVE SILENCE TO THE KING AND QUEEN! - And he really tried, really, now he whispered loudly. Well, that's better.
- Thanks.
- Now what? - asked Flowey.
- We wait. Sans should come soon.
- You invited him too? - he was indignant.
- Um... No?.. It was necessary. - I made excuses.
- What a fool... - Grumbled a flower.
***
- Why did you call, little one? - Asked the elder skeleton as soon as he noticed me.
- Um... How can I say something?.. You see... You will be on my side, Sans?
- It depends on which one you will be... What's going on, little one?
- So yes or no? Answer! It is important. - I insisted.
- Whatever you think, I don't like it anymore... When did you manage to raise UR?
- Um...
- Drop it. It will not be possible to agree with this. - Flowey spat out as he entered the Throne Room.
- What... - The smaller skeleton growled, but then noticed who exactly was holding the soulless creature. - Papyrus! Let him go!
- Calm down, Sans. I raised my hands, wanting to calm him down. - We all know what will happen right now. There will be a battle, you will win, but in the end, by the end, we will win. Flowey talked about your past meetings.
- You took my brother hostage, why shouldn't I try to free him? The skeleton hissed.
- Because... He’s just hugging Papyrus, right? The flower grinned and nodded, squeezing the younger skeleton a little tighter. - See? We just offer you to help us. - Emphasis on "help". “You know how decisive I can be, right, Sans? Agree!
- If I agree, what will happen to me?
I just looked at Papyrus. I think he understood.
- What should I do?
- You just need to help us... - I stopped myself in time. Now I was looking at the flower. - Take Papyrus home, okay?
- I'm not some kind of pit-
- But you agreed. - I interrupted him. - Forward.
Flowey and Papyrus are gone.
- We need your help in killing Undyne.
- What's going on, Frisk? - It seems he remembered something. - What about Asgore and the old lady?
- They're the reason for it all.
- You!.. - Ignoring him, I finished.
- They are two heaps of ashes. Killed, dead... How else to say?
- Why should I listen to you?
- Because. I can "throw off" this world if I want - I spread my arms to the sides. - And start all over again! I can "restart". And believe me, I have the patience to do this over and over until you agree!
I am exponentially "preserved". Without hiding his actions, although he still does not see it.
- Agree!
***
I had to die eighteen times before realizing how he could be defeated. It took me six more lives to defeat him.
- Come on, Sans, agree! You cannot defeat me anymore.
- Okay! Happy?! I agree! What more do you want from me?! - Shouted the skeleton. Desperate, poor man...
- I want you to kill Undyne. - I clapped my hands.
- Wh-
- Go. And kill her. She is loyal to only one king... She cannot be persuaded.
- Ha... As you wish, small. - Finding the remaining strength, he teleported. I don’t think it’s too far.
Well, now I need to bring in one more person.
***
- Dr. Alphys! Long time no see. How are you doing? - I asked, entering her laboratory.
- F-frisk? Do you know w-what's going on? Recently S-sans attacked Un-ndine and...
- Can't you guess? Although, yes, this is quite possible... Lack of information is a serious problem. - I approached her from behind and put my hands on her shoulders.
- What are you talking about?
- Alphys, we're friends, right?
- Y-yes, o-of course! - The scientist responded quickly.
- You won't leave me, will you? Won't you betray?
- Wh-what? W-what are you saying that, F-frisk?
- Azgore and Toriel are dead.
She froze.
- How? Well, they were great... Who killed them?
- Me and Flowey.
At the mention of the name of her failed experiment, the monster flinched.
- W-why do you need this?"
- It is necessary... - I squeezed Alphys's shoulders tighter. - Because of me, Sans will kill Undyne. Understand?
She averted her eyes from the screen, which showed the battle of two extremely powerful monsters.
- W-what do you want from m-me, F-frisk?
- I need your knowledge, help, support... I need you. Alphys, will you help me?
A few minutes of silence. Soon the elder skeleton will finish with his assignment. The scientist still answered me:
- Yes. - Quiet, barely audible, but she agreed.
- You will not betray me? - I smiled.
- Yes. - Not a bit louder she said.
- Excellent. I removed my hands from her shoulders. Sans finished. - Let's go to.
***
- It pains me to say that, but... The King and Queen, Asgore and Toriel are dead. Recently they got sick and... The disease turned out to be faster and stronger than expected and we could not help them.
- I c-could not determine w-what exactly happened to t-them... I didn’t s-sang t-to make m-medicine. - Alphys spoke with her head bowed. I stroked her back.
- It was soon discovered that Undyne, the Commander of the Royal Guard, was also sick with this... This time we were able to make the medicine. But it was too late... - I think all the monsters gathered in the square understood what I was trying to say. - Since all three victims were boss monsters, we checked the rest and, if necessary, cured them.
I made such a noticeable - one might say dramatic - pause and continued.
- Due to the fact that both mom and dad are dead, now there is no one to manage the Dungeon and I want to offer my candidacy for this role. Of course, after we all give the memory of the past rulers.
***
Had to wait, but lo! A month passed and I was crowned! Ha.
Flowey began to carry out his work immediately after that announcement in the square. Those who disagreed were not to say that there were few, but also not many. In any case, they will not be able to object now. Sansa - this is more convenient, I'm sure - was appointed the new Commander of the Royal Guard. A big jump up the corporate ladder, however. Sentinel yesterday, commander today. Ha.
I will make something out of this Dungeon more worthy than the previous rulers could have.