Once upon a time there died a human named Chara. A stubborn fluffy goat named Asriel was prostrate with grief and he wept loud and long.

So what Asriel did was he made a grave for Chara at the spot where he found her and buried her there. There he slept, every night, gloomy with grief and sorrow. Toriel would wake up every day with a can of water for the little seeds Asriel planted beside the grave and some food for him.

Winter came. Since there was no way to move Asriel from his post, Toriel built him a little shed and moved his bed beside Chara's grave.

One morning, as the first rays of the spring sun lit Asriel's white snout, he woke up to find a little golden flower growing right on Chara's grave. I never planted a single seed on the gravesoil before. . . the poor goat thought.

Each day they continued growing. They grew to the point that it covered the whole grave.

One day the eighth human fell right on the flowers. Asriel awoke hearing the noise. Is that. . .is that Chara? It sure does look like her. . .oh no!! What if I was brought back in time? Impossible. . .the golden flowers are right on the grave!

The human winced as she got up.

"Eh? Ch-chara?" Asriel called out.

"Frisk." The human answered back. "It's Frisk."

Asriel looked taken aback. "But. . .but you look like . . ."

The tears came. Frisk, although unaware of what is happening, walked towards the little goat and gave him a hug.

It was the best hug he'd ever gotten.

He remembered the moments when the first human in the Underground was still alive.

The jokes. . .

The hugs. . .

The smiles. . .

The tears. . .

The fights. . .

It was all swimming around in his mind. . .

Frisk felt like Chara. Chara all over again.

"I-I don't want to let go. . ." he sobbed.

"Won't let go, eh?" Frisk smirked. "Then I'd guess I'd better hoist you up on my back at all times. Even when I'm taking a bath." Asriel's eyes widened. "Ok, I'll let go! Gah!!"

Frisk laughed.

"Haha, just kidding."
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Hikari: I swear to the god of butter that I did my best.