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If Noelle wasn't successful, if she didn't get to live her deluded dream of drowning in the lake. If she suddenly felt so much weaker than she ever had in her entire life.

What if Kris was the one that didn't make it?

She proceeded! She'd been doing what the Soul was forcing Kris to do all along. And she woke up in the hospital with a sobbing Toriel at the foot of her bed. She saw Susie in the corner meet her eyes, only for her to look away and shake her head, as if she knew what would be asked next.

"W-where's Kris?" She would say still, voice desperately rasping. "Where's my Dad?"

"Oh, Honey I'm so sorry" Toriel would cry, lifting her face to show tired, red eyes. She would hug Noelle just enough to let her chin rest on her shoulder. "Im so sorry"

She remembers how they reached for her, holding her chin up just enough to get that last breath.

"It's not your fault Noelle... I shouldn't have left you guys" Susie finally pipes up, hugging herself tighter and tighter, hiding her tear ridden face from Noelle.

"Kris... they were... they stopped breathing. I couldn't save you both. I-" She sunk to the floor and curled in on herself.

"What did I do?" She whispered.

And yet she felt different, her SOUL felt different.

Suddenly, she felt her chest lurch. Toriel backed away, spooked by the sudden jerk. She was looking Noelle over and calling in the Doctor. Noelle saw them.

The choices.