Silhouettes danced across the cavern walls, and a fuchsia hue glared on the water's surface. Its source came from the bank, hovering in the sight of electric blue, steely eyes. The light source warped from it's spherical shape. Thinner and thinner it spread like a drop in a pond, until a paper-thin needle of almost white levitated between the hands of it's caster.

And then the light vanished.

"Damn it!" Echo snapped, kicking up the water which her feet dangled into. She had been so close that time! It had frustrated her enough that her magical abilities weren't quite where she wanted them to be - she couldn't conjure anything free from her body aside from spheres. She could've sworn she used to pick things up way quicker than she could now.

Then again her magic had been trial and error since Helios drowned...

Noises behind her suddenly peaked up and she groaned. There was a reason she'd chosen this pool at this time of day, and that reason was just snatched from her. Echo swung her legs out of the water, picked up her shoes beside her, and made to head off.

That was until she heard something about someone in danger. She froze and snapped her head towards the voice in the residential area. She was still too far away to make out who exactly said that, but her attention was caught regardless. Danger? What kind of danger? It wasn't surprising, danger was becoming familiar for a lot of people around here with floods and quakes going on.

As she shook the water off her feet and slid her shoes back on it all unfolded. Two of them needed help with one thing, and from what she heard Undyne couldn't even help. If she was called it had to be serious. Without the Captain of the Guard, things would surely turn sour.

Would Echo even be the right one to help? She had barely any context to know what was up, and wasn't known for being nosy or even social. Echo was a withdrawer. Very fews things would grab her attention enough for her to get involved.

Those last two groans made up her mind for her. Way to bring guilt onto me, guys.

Echo sauntered up to the pair of them, lifting up the little chest she had and folding her arms. She still looked tiny as her oversized denim jacket swallowed her up. "You two seem desperate. Is someone dying, or something?"

Perhaps it was coincidence that Red had been thinking of Undyne just as her teacher had been thinking of her pupil – the fish monster paused both mentally and physically at that very thought before shaking her head briefly and continued onward through the delightfully freezing town. No, Red was not just a pupil in her books, especially not after what the young heroine and her allies had been through some months ago.

Undyne wasn’t in armour today on her day off, instead she wore a simple pair of jeans, a long sleeve black top underneath a cosy jacket with the loose right sleeve folded and pinned neatly at the shoulder and the usual sturdy pair of boots as she plodded through the snow. Certainly they had been busy, especially when duty calls to protect monsters of the Underground, but that also didn’t mean she wouldn’t make time for those important to her either.

Soon enough she had arrive at her destination, sparing just a moment to double-check the time before raising a hand to knock on the door, waiting to see if she was right or not about predicting the young protégé being here.

An unfamiliar voice indeed. There were three of them, that much was sure. But it wasn’t him. It wasn’t him. The puck felt his shoulders shudder as the crippling sensation of loneliness began to encompass him, his breathing reaching shrill levels as he dreaded the thought of meeting a stranger.

The air grew even colder, his fists tightened fiercely as his muscles began to tense, the freezing mists practically pulsing around him. With back was facing the group approaching from behind, the puck felt his neck creak in their direction.

Silence.

With each inch that his head turned....patches of frost creaked across the cave. The very air became saturated with the crippling cold, and chilling silence of the boy as the very atmosphere became encumbered with a an indescribable weight. Frost spread, swirling violently across the cave before stopping directly at the search parties feet.

The ice sizzled, the temperatures so low that it almost appeared as if the rockitself was burning. The visage of the teen met the gazes of Zephyrus’ party, only for them to be greeted by something unnatural.

Deep, pulsing red irises stared back at them as Sprites fangs began to break into a sneer, a putrid shadow encompassing the rest of his body as all light seemed to be sucked from the environment in one fell swoop. The mist rippled, the ice around be puck’s feet cracking as his hair began to jut unnaturally from the raw power that began to ooze from his form. Any breaths that the boy made became masked by the overwhelming pressure that his form gave off, the sheer determination and willingness to slaughter them all exploded into the atmosphere like hot knives, daring them to say anything or take one simple step further.

Absolute silence.

The sound of shattering crystal drilled into the puck’s ears as he felt his eyes bear witness to a network of cracks dashing across his vision. Something was drilling into his forehead, it oozed with something... familiar, something powerful. The teen’s muscles tensed, his chest tightening as he moaned abruptly. He felt dizzy and light headed as a violent hue of red slowly consumed his sight.

Somewhere in Waterfall, a little alcove had been completely sealed away by a field of crystal. However, it was well hidden enough to camouflage the chunk of ice that had formed many months ago. One could even consider this as a sort of time capsule, untampered and unaltered by the most recent of events. Deep inside the ice rested a memory from the past, one that had yet to learn just how much had changed in it’s absence.

The ice began to shake, the crown on top of Sprite’s head shuddering as it’s raw determination was absorbed into the puck’s body. That power Flowey had talked about, that rush, he could finally feel it. The crown had finally given way and bestowed it’s power to him once and for all. At least, a portion of it. It was enough to finally awaken him, it was enough to bring Sprite back into the world of the Underground, and free from his incapacitation.

Ice and crystal exploded outward in a violent display of raw power. Jets of mist pulsed outward, coating the walls in a thick frost, cracking any natural crystals nearby from the dangerously low temperatures. The wind was howling, but not for who you might have thought. No, it was something else. Something that had not been able to finish what it started.

There stood a boy in his late teens, messy white hair, and a frosty blue skin. His nose was sharp and angled, just like his ears. His teeth were long and jagged, white like his hair. He wore a black tank top and dark blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. His usual fluffy parka was nowhere to be seen, but as he recalled he remembered that he had tossed that aside some time ago.

A faint red aura emanated off the teen as he walked forward, the mist caressing his form and he held his forehead groggily. Power continued to pump into his body as he began to contemplate his situation. It felt... amazing. Intoxicating. It felt limitless.

“...THE CROWN!” Sprite suddenly shrieked as he began to yank it away, stammering as the thorns gave way. With a sickening pop, the crown dislodged itself from his forehead. It didn’t seem that he had used all of it... not even half of the determination had been absorbed yet. It was still in the crown.

“...I must have, fallen asleep with it on..”
he groaned to himself, touching the spot on his forehead where the crown had been.  Something about that triggered a memory in the teen. The puck froze, the memories suddenly rushing back to him of Cherry and Gust in the ice, he remembered getting overwhelmed, underestimating them together. He vaguely remembered being carried by Flowey... the sharp stabbing pain of thorns circling his body. There were faint scars riddled all over his arms, some on his neck and chest too. He remembered being hurled somewhere, his memory hazy, and the only thing he remembered was crawling until everything become cold and dark.

And here he was.

There wasn’t a soul in sight. In fact, there were no signs of anything that had happened that day. Trinity, Link, the Koray, Grillby, Sakura, Zarc, nobody was here. Clutching the crown, Sprite began to walk forward, taking in his surroundings as his mental map of the world began creeping back to him. He didn’t see his parka anywhere in sight, which was a shame. After a bit of wandering, he decided to walk to the only place he could think of.

The moldsmal cavern seemed... smaller than he remembered. “Flowey...!” He called, raising a hand to his mouth the cavern echoed his voice back to him. The air was thin, the atmosphere of the place felt empty, void of any sort of presence. Nobody had probably come here in some time.

The ceiling crack.... it was gone. The stars, would he be able to see them again? Would he be able to see them with Flowey?

“Flowey!!!” he called once a more, a hiccup in his voice as he began to search a bit more frantically. His breathing sped as he searched every crevice or hiding spot the little flower had used before. The only thing he received in response was the crushing reality that nobody would come.

Obviously it's perfectly fine to like both since they have pros and cons.

e.g.
Smaller threads are easier to keep track of and less to respond to at once.
Larger threads have a lot of exciting things going on with more opportunities for characters to meet and interact with other characters a lot quicker.


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