Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26896434-20160520071119/@comment-26814804-20160525214824

TORIEL gapsed.

"I... ASGORE... I'm so sorry. I was w-wrong. You were right. Child. I wish you to remember just one thing...  whatever you do... good will prevail. The world cannot be destroyed by one evil force. I truly wish... that you... will... understand... I... I..."

TORIEL fell, hitting the ground and turning to dust.

Iram paused in his battle with Chara, almost uncomprehending.

This couldn't be happening.

This was impossible.

Frisk wouldn't do that.

Frisk was the good one.

TORIEL loved them.

How could they?

How could they DO that?

Iram suddenly smiled, not a smile of happiness, but a smile of insane, incomprehendable rage. He began to laugh, an evil, maniacal cackle that shook out through the RUINS and expanded along the entire area.

"YOU! Frisk! I really trusted you! I thought you could be a good person! HA! What a laugh! You're a murderer! A ruthless killer! A worthless sack of garbage like all the rest of the humans! The only difference is, they don't pretend to be on your side! I'm going to kill you so many times! I'm going to kill you over and over again, until you can't take it anymore! I'm going to give you a taste of the pain you've inflicted! Chara, you're an asshole, got me? I hate you. But you aren't the REAL monster here."

He grinned evily.

"Undyne! Forget what I said about not attacking till I was dead! Kill this worthless Dreemurr and then back me up! I don't want to be a martyr! I want to actually GET SHIT DONE! And what that means is that somebody has to die! Help me out here!"

Undyne smiled, and hurled a spear toward Chara, while Iram charged Frisk with his sword.