(~Your POV + Time Skip~)

Hours pass. I cry in the corner of the room until I don't have the strength to anymore. Papyrus and Sans have long since left. They went on to stop Roman, if there's even a way to. Undyne stayed behind to tend to Serif while Alphys left to warn the Queen. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in ghost mode for all eternity.

'Is this my punishment? After all this time... Is this the road that I deserved?'

A skeletal hand is offered to me. "Come on, my dear. We have to keep moving." "Why? There's no point. It's over." I rebuke while slapping Gaster's hand away. "The family is not giving up and neither are you. You're not a quitter, Y/N. I see a human that has been put through the worst in life and still convinced herself to push through it. Not only did you push yourself through the fire, but you pulled both of my sons out of it when they were at their lowest. You raised two wonderful children despite it. Help is almost here. Please, don't give up on them now." His hand reaches out to me again.

'Well... There's nothing else left to lose..'

I take his hand and Gaster pulls me onto my feet. I'm not sure what I can do at this point except cheer them on. I guess that'll have to be enough. As we find our way upstairs, both of us are met with Undyne in a panic. "No no nO NO!" She shouts, looking in every corner and crevice she can find. It doesn't take me longer than two seconds to guess what she's looking for.

'Where's Serif?'

(~Honey's POV~)

My brother slides back to dodge another wave of blazing bones striking from the floor. "Had enough, Papyrus?" The kid taunts. One of their crazed blasters summons in front of me. I quickly hide myself behind one of Judgement Hall's thick pillars. My brother does the same on the other side of the room. The beam of light shoots past us, shaking the whole room. We're completely stalled at this point. We can't get close enough and all we've been doing this entire time is waste our energy.

I see Blue hit on the pillar in frustration. "We're getting our bony butts kicked by a kid!!!" I am so close to laughing hysterically but I force it into a chuckle instead. "Wouldn't be the first time, Bro." I respond. Roman's form suddenly teleports by Sans' side, growling, "FOuND YOu!" I reach my hand out and turn my brother's soul blue. The control's a little messy but I throw him up into the air and away from the kid. It makes things a lot harder knowing that he can teleport.

That dirty brother killer is taking full advantage of my son's magic. It was impossible enough to beat Frisk without it in a genocide route. At first, we tried to fight our battle without hurting Roman. But as time passed, we quickly learned that we can barely even hit him. Even if we wanted to inflict damage, we can't.

I hiss as my magic quickly flickers out after a second. Blue spawns a blaster below himself mid air for leverage. It releases its fire onto the place he once was. While his back is turned, the kid snatched on the slightest opportunity. A wave of orange flaming bones shoots through the air towards my brother. "SANS!" I scream in warning. His eyes catch sight of it and instantly his pupils glow brighter. With a split second left, he outstretches his hand. A firm wall of blue bones materializes in defense to the attack. The group of attacking bones fly into it but then shatter. Their pieces fall down to the floor. I sigh a breath of relief, not realizing until now how tightly I have been gripping my chest.

'Sans' reflexes are one of the best. He's got it.'

There is dead silence but I know that thing is still alive. They're somewhere in this room. I step out into the hall. The blue bone wall disappears so that my bro can watch from above. Sweat drips down my skull. My soul hurts. I look down and see my hands shaking. We've been fighting a losing battle for at least an hour. I don't know how much magic I have left.

"Oh this has been SO much fun!~ You even have my blood boiling. Though you know how easily I get bored, don't you Papyrus? How about a new surprise? A bonus round, if you will." "Enough games! Release Roman NOW!" I command.

A ghostly, transparent red figure comes out from the shadows. Dragging behind her is Roman, looking halfway to death's door. They've over exhausted his magic. He was never trained to fight this hard for this long. "He's just a freaking kid!" I scream in rage.

'Why'd it have to be him?!'

"Really? My partner in crime? A mere and defenseless child? No. I think he's a stone cold killer now. Why, it was his very hands that took the soul of his mother. Isn't that right, friend?" Frisk lifts him up by one arm for us both to see. Roman's eyes flicker between having dull white pupils and dark eye sockets. There's not an ounce of hope or even consciousness left in him. I can only imagine the things he's had to endure up to this point. It must of been torture. I growl and take a step closer. "Cheating isn't allowed, Papyrus!" Frisk snaps. They are quick to react, putting a red knife to his neck.

"👎︎⚐︎ ✌︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 💧︎✌︎✡︎📪︎ 👌︎☼︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎📬︎ 🕈︎☜︎❼︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎✌︎👎︎✞︎✌︎☠︎❄︎✌︎☝︎☜︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎📬︎" (DO AS THEY SAY, BROTHER. WE'RE AT THE DISADVANTAGE HERE.) Blue growls underneath his breath. I hiss a breath through my teeth and step back. He lowers his blaster to the ground and jumps off of it. "How about a fair trade, Human? You release the child and we'll grant you one favor." Frisk only laughs at first. "Fine then~" Frisk's merciless eyes lock onto mine and their smile widens. "Bring Sans' dust to me and I'll let your son go free." I feel the magic within my soul start to stir and twist with anger.

"Forget it." I state adamantly. Sans turns to me, "But Pap-" I snap at him for even encouraging the thought, "We ARE NOT considering it, Sans!" Sans' expression hardens as he looks down to the floor. "Tick Tock! Times running out." Frisk teases. All they've been doing is play with us. Blue begins to become restless, messing with his gloves. I add on, "Besides, I know this kid. They're not one to play fair."

'We'll find another way.'

Frisk's jaw appears to unhinge with their smile. "It's your loss~ I don't need him anymore." They throw Roman straight up with a pulse of determination. His body makes a series of cracks as he hits the ceiling of Judgement Hall. The sheer force of it was so strong that large cracks and even a domed crater formed in the ceiling. "ROMAN!!!" Both Sans and I shout in panic. Frisk suddenly pulls out a (s/c) colored soul. They begin to drain the soul of its power, flames setting ablaze up Frisk's arm. "NOW THE BOTH OF YOU CAN WATCH HIM BURN!" A ring of (s/c) fire surrounds Roman's battered body as he begins his fall. My soul nearly fractures from the terror alone.

Blue and I rush forward but there's no stopping the attack in time. I would teleport but I have no magic in order to do so. The ring of fire gets ever closer to him. I reach out. The memory of that nightmare comes back to mind. Just briefly, I see Y/N's impaled form in my mind, her soul snapping in front of me. Once again, I'm too late.

'I can't even save one of them.'

Five small skeletal hands suddenly appear around Roman. The empty circles in their palms flash green and a sphere of green magic forms around him. The ring of fire hits into it mere seconds after the force field solidifies itself. It cracks like glass, but Roman is unharmed. "YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Frisk screams, her gaze locked onto something behind me and Sans. Both of us turn around, stunned. Serif steps out from the shadows of the hall entrance. His expression is completely cold. "No one... NO ONE messes with my younger brother."

"AND WHAT IS A WEAKLING LIKE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT IT?!" Serif turns to Blue and ignores Frisk's screams completely. "Are you able to heal him?" Sans shakily nods, replying, "I'll do what I can." The sphere holding Roman levitates out of Frisk's reach and towards us. Sans quickly disperses the magic and catches Roman's frail body. "Roman, it's Uncle Sans. You're going to be okay." Sans says through tears and a smile. His pupils become a mix of blue and green as he pushes himself to heal Roman. Through everything, we're just glad to have him back.

I look to Serif while putting my hands in my pockets, "And what about you?" His multicolored pupil looks to me before he laughs lightly. He takes off his gloves and drops them beside Sans. Then, he cracks his knuckles as an amused smile forms on his face, "Well.. I've always wanted to play ball with my Dad like in the movies but this'll have to do." I see that look in his eyes. It's the look Y/N always gave me when she wasn't going to let down on what she wanted.

'Pff- you get your stubbornness from your mother.'

Frisk's form becomes unstable as do their emotions as they scream. (S/c) flames surround her like a demon from hell. "YOU ALL WILL DIE!!!!" She rushes forward. I prepare myself for another round. Serif takes two steps forward as he speaks to the enemy, "This is all a game to you, right? It always has been." He raises a hand towards the sky.

"GUESS WHAT? IT'S MY TURN NOW..."

Dozens of skeletal hand replicas summon around him. Serif then points two fingers at Frisk like a gun. All of the hands do the same motion. Small balls of condensed yellow magic form at the tips of their fingers. I'm in complete awe as I watch him. Frisk soon catches sight of it and slides to a stop. "Aw- You're in trouble, aren't you Buddy?" I tease with a wink. Orange flames spark in my open eye socket once again. A group of blasters spawns in the air behind me, growling ferociously and in anticipation.

Serif smiles and pulls his finger in an upward motion.

"B A N G."

We watch Frisk scatter from side to side as dozens of yellow bullets shoot straight for them. At the snap of a finger, my blasters unleash magic beams soon after. They're good at dodging most attacks but they can't dodge ALL of them. A blaster grazes their arm. Three bullets hit their body. Another two fly mere centimeters away from their cheek.

"Killing my wife, possessing my youngest son, killing innocent people with his magic, threatening my family. Wow, as your judge, I must say.. Things are not looking good for you."

Then there was Blue's voice screaming frantically, "STOP!!!!" Serif and I turn around. He's desperately trying to heal Roman, but there are now new injuries on him. Burns on his arm. Cracks in his bones. The catch?

'They're all the same places where Frisk got hit.'

I see the confidence in Serif quickly drown out with fear. Frisk's hysterical laughter can be heard from across the room, "That's rIGhT. Separating us does nothing. I am still directly linked to his soul. As for me, I can always find a new host body whenever I please. But him?? He'll bear each and every hit that you give me."

This changes the game.