The Sun Comes Out Tommorow

by m0onyknightey

Summary:

“What were you humming? When you first came in?” I asked.
“It’s an old Earth song.” Asgore replied. “Tomorrow, I believe it’s called.” The sun comes out tomorrow. Fitting for the situation, I supposed.

 

Alternate ending for the Undertale Yellow Pacifist route, where instead of having their soul brought to Asgore, Clover brings it to him directly. They have a little chat, about humanity and about Asgore's dead children.

I was leant on the wall of the ground, waiting for him. I was only waiting about ten minutes. I wish he had been gone a little longer.

When he walked in the room, he was humming. The song he was humming was- was a musical? Was that Annie? I recognised the part where the girl would sing “The sun comes out tomorrow.” I suppose that’s probably a really popular song here, given the subject matter. I couldn’t help but giggle a bit though, imagining the deadly king hellbent on the destruction of humanity as a theatre kid. He was carrying a watering can. The throne room was filled with golden flowers. They reminded me an awful lot of Flowey. Their petals gleamed in the light. The king was a very dedicated gardener.
He seemed to almost radiate warmth. It was funny, considering that this was the man who was about to murder me, but I almost wished he was my father. He reminded me of Toriel. I wondered if they were related?

“What’re you humming?” I asked.
Asgore jumped. “Oh goodness! I didn’t see you there!”
“I almost wish you didn’t.” I said, before standing up to look at him. He looked like a big, fuzzy goofball. Far from the genocidal tyrant I was expecting.

His face dropped when he looked at me. “Oh.” He said. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Yeah.” I replied. I wonder if I looked the same?

“Human, how I wish I could simply offer you a cup of tea, bu-”
“If I’m going to die, I’d love a cuppa first.” I interupted.
Asgore blinked at me. “Human, how I wish this could be avoided, however we mus-”
“I’ll give it to you.”
“I’m sorry, little one. I do not understand.”
“My soul. I’ll give it to you.”

Asgore stared right through me. He seemed mortified.
“You are brave, child. Are you certain that-?”
“I am. I’ve seen this place top to bottom. I have met some wonderful people here. But they are scared, and cold, and afraid in the dark. I think they oughta be going home soon.”
Asgore stood still. “Then follow me into the next room. When you are ready, we shall-”
“I want to talk to you first, though. Before I die.”
Asgore stared. “Yes. Yes, alright. Let me pull you up a chair. Let’s have a cup of tea, then.”
I smiled at him. I don’t want to die.

We sat in silence as the kettle boiled. Dread hung in the air. The phantom of my doom stood in front of me, sobbing silently. He seemed more upset than I was.
Eventually, Asgore mustered the nerve to break the silence.
“You are very brave for doing this, little one. I could not imagine how frightened you are.” I didn’t look at him.
“When you get to the surface.. What are you going to do?” I asked him.
Asgore’s eyes were dark, and cold.

“Did you know that I once had two children?” Asgore asked. I had no idea what to say. He seemed to take my non-response for an answer. “Asriel was a monster, like most people here. He was a kind boy. The loveliest little one you could ever imagine. He was killed by humans, trying to carry the corpse of his dead sibling home. They thought Asriel had murdered them. My sweet little Asriel. So they shot him, and stabbed him and burnt him. He could have destroyed them all, my son. He didn’t lift a finger. His dead sibling in question, my other child, was very different from him. They were a human, fallen from the surface. Just like you, child.”
“What was their name?” I asked.
“Chara.”

I was surprised to hear the name. I didn’t recognise it. “Chara? That’s not the name of any of the missing children. Who were they?”
Asgore grimaced. “Yes. They were not one of those considered missing. Truth be told, Chara seemed to believe they wouldn’t be missed at all. They never told me this themself, but I suspect that Chara did not fall into the Underground. I suspect that they-” He paused for a minute. He seemed to choke on the word.
“Jumped?” I finished for him.
“Yes. Jumped.”

The kettle popped. Asgore stood up to pour the tea. He wiped a tear from his eye. He was far from the monster I expected. He was so distinctly human. He handed me the mug. Steaming, golden tea swam in the cup. I took a sip. It tasted like sunlight captured in a bottle. I could almost taste the freedom the monsters had been longing for. It struck me then that this would be the last thing I ever drank.

“How is it, little one?”
“Hm?”
“The tea.”
“Oh. It’s lovely. Absolutely lovely. It’s-” I choked on my words. Asgore placed a hand on my shoulder. How I wish I could have a family like this. Share a warm cup of tea with a nice and kind old man that I could call my father, sitting peacefully in a beautiful garden just like this. But that’s not how things turned out. My father is nothing like that.

“Chara. You were talking about Chara.” I said.
Asgore smiled sadly. “Yes. We were.” He took a sip of his tea. “I only suspected that Chara’s intentions while falling into Mount Ebott were not wholesome, but I do know this for certain; Chara loathed humanity. I have not seen such hatred in a child before. I do not know what happened to Chara on the surface, but whatever it was must have been truly horrifying for them to feel such burning rage. Chara was not a violent person. They were a bit standoffish at first, but once they came around to us, they were as kind and warm as any monster I’ve ever met. But there was such darkness in them. They tried to keep it hidden, but you could hear them weeping at night. Would you know anything like that, human? Do you know what made my child burn like this?” Asgore was crying.

“I do.” I said. “I did not live a life worth living on the surface. I was bullied by my peers. Beaten by my parents. I had a friend or two, here or there, but I didn’t have anything to truly hold onto. I climbed up to Mt. Ebott to find whatever “took those children.” I don’t really know why. I think a part of me wanted to be taken too. What I found here instead was kindness. Monsters with every reason to murder or hurt me, treating me kinder than I was treated up on the surface. The sun is a beautiful thing, sir. But it burns you. That’s just the way of life.”
“Tell me, do you hate humanity?” Asgore asked me.
“Hate humanity? Sir I’ve been burned, I’ve been beaten and I’ve been stepped on for my entire life and it was humanity that did that to me. I used to feel like I did hate humanity. Then I looked in the mirror, and I realised that humanity was also the reason I’d endured it all. My humanity is what lead me down the mountain, to “save” those missing children. My parents used to beat me and starve me. That’s humanity. And I survived it all. That’s humanity too. You ask me if I hate humanity, but the truth is “humanity” doesn’t mean anything at all. Every monster underground and every monster on the surface have the same “humanity” inside them. I don’t hate humanity at all. I am humanity, and so are you, King of Monsters.”

Asgore stared at me in silence for a while. I don’t think he knew quite what to say. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Next he took a sip of his tea. Finally, he started to speak. “You are wise beyond your years, child.”

“Clover.” I answered.
“My name is Clover.”

“Of course. Clover.” Asgore said.
“What were you humming? When you first came in?” I asked.
“It’s an old Earth song.” Asgore replied. “Tomorrow, I believe it’s called.” The sun comes out tomorrow. Fitting for the situation, I supposed.

I finished my tea.
The sun comes out tomorrow. I really, really hope it does.

Notes:

I haven't read any fanworks of Yellow, so this will probably contradict with the popular fanon versions of Clover. I interpreted Clover as a victim of abuse on the surface because I get the vibe that Clover, despite being a child (In my version, older than Frisk or Chara at about 14, but still very young.) was forced to mature quite quickly due to abuse on the surface.

I hope you enjoyed! This is my first UTDR work!