The Three Pacifists: Final Chapter

Chapter 12: Peaceful Once Again

There was a group of humans going up the mountain and they all stopped in shock at seeing the monsters coming down with Frisk, Chara, and Asriel leading them all. The group consisted of human police and volunteers and children who had joined the search and as the two groups stopped to look at each other, some of the volunteers looked a bit fearful and others seemed concerned if the children were injured, but before the police could do anything, a teenage girl moved toward the monsters, looking right at Grillby, pulling out a picture from her pocket and showing it to him. “This picture has been passed down for two thousand years, the story of the fire monster being told with it,” she said.

Grillby’s eyes widened as he recognized the picture and remembered who had drawn it, also remembering the day he had become friends with those people. He now looked at the girl, who smiled at him. “You saved my ancestors from a fire set by an enemy,” she said before, to his shock, she hugged him. He went still for a moment before returning the hug, feeling happy that she wasn’t afraid.

Another person came up to them and they saw it was a young boy around the tree siblings’ age. He went up to Asgore, gently tugging the goat’s robes until the goat king kneeled down and the boy hugged him. This prompted more children to come closer to the monsters and hug them, making the monsters smile and hug them in return.

One teenage boy hugged Toriel before looking saddened. “I’m so sorry to all of you,” he said, making them turn to him. “My ancestors led the group that exiled you all into Mt. Ebbot.”

Sans stepped forward. “Boy, you’re not responsible for that,” he said gently.

The boy looked at him. “But it was wrong of my ancestors to do what they did,” he said sadly. “I’m so sorry.”

Papyrus went up to them and hugged the boy. “You are a very understanding human,” he said with a smile. “But my brother is right. It’s not your fault.”

“And all has been forgiven,” Asgore said with a smile.

The others began to come forward out of curiosity now, seeing the monsters were gentle and willing to let go of the past. One little girl was struggling because she had a broken leg. Seeing this, Sans lifted one hand, gently snapping his fingers and picking up the young girl with his telekinesis and bringing her to Toriel and everyone watched as the former queen kneeled down and her hands glowed green as she healed the child’s leg so that she could walk again.

The little girl smiled and hugged both Toriel and Sans. “You guys are just like superheroes,” she said. “Only more awesome.”

The other humans agreed.

One month later…

The monsters were now settled in a big house that the community had built for them and they lived peacefully among the humans, many of who would come and ask the monsters to tell them stories of the Underground. On one such day, Asriel stood with his mother and father as Toriel and Asgore officially adopted Frisk and Chara as their daughters, making the kids happy and Papyrus scooped them up in his arms. “I’m so proud of you,” he said to them and hugged them, making them giggle as they hugged him back before he set them down and Sans pulled the three into a hug.

“I’m very proud of my baby bones,” he said as they returned the hugs before they all headed for the living room with the visitors as Undyne was sitting in the Story Chair, which was a comfortable, upholstered chair with a beautiful blue hue, telling the audience a story about how three kids changed her from her mindset of a cold warrior to a warrior who isn’t heartless anymore and she winked at Frisk, Chara, and Asriel, who smiled back at her.

Gaster was also pleased too as he now sat by Sans, who had picked a large, nearby couch to sit on with the children, who now turned to the two skeletons and carefully moved, Asriel and Frisk climbing into Gaster’s lap while Chara climbed into Sans’ lap as Undyne finished her story.

“Those three taught me a lot and were very brave to face me,” the fish woman said. “Those kids aren’t just the heroes of us monsters; they’re my heroes too and my best buddies.”

The visitors all clapped and the other monsters smiled, especially Mettaton. “I think you three are everyone’s heroes, darlings,” he said to the siblings, who smiled as now Toriel sat in the Story Chair, looking at the visitors and the children she and her husband had adopted and also smiled at Asriel, who smiled back as the former queen got ready to speak.

“My story is one of the three pacifists who freed the prisoners of another race with more than just their determination,” she said. “They freed them with every good trait of humankind and the love in their hearts.”