▶▶ - a glimpse of the future?
The Underground was filled with dust, the normal kind not the monsterkind. After everyone had moved out, the houses just stayed here. Someone had suggested they sell real estate here, but nobody wanted to. This place was to be kept an old, dusty memory.
Frisk brought a flowerpot with then, but they didn’t fully intend to use it. They’d offer it, a change to be with his family again, but they doubted her would. As they stepped into the ruins, they were prepared to die.
But not flowers showed themself, and Frisk grew worried. How long did flowers live? Did he die down here alone? Unable to even weep for him, Frisk gathered some of the toys from Asriel’s old-old room and scattered them when they first fell.
“If you’re still around... I hope you can have some fun still.”