Author's Note

Alright, I had an Undertale/MLP Crossover before, but, it was a bit less on the original side of things. I recently discovered the PWNY-Verses, and found inspiration from there.

It takes place "after" the Neutral Run where Frisk chose to FIGHT Flowey instead of show MERCY, but with a twist of my own.

Prologue: New World

"I KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU!" Flowey said as he reverted back into a regular flower. His mind, however, did not vanish along with control of his body. Flowey's conscious was in limbo. Finally, he was so tired of being that flower, but he still missed having his old body back. "But what's in it for me?" Flowey thought to himself. He attempted to look around, but he had no head to turn, nor a bloom, in his case. He remembered fighting "Chara" as Omega Flowey with the six souls that Asgore had before he eventually killed him, and the kid did it to him. For the first time, he felt, regret, for what he had done.

Flowey saw a white light go closer to him as it went right in his vision. "Wait, what the?" Flowey said as everything went from black to white. Is this the afterlife? "Where am I?" he said as he looked around. All he could see was white. But there was something else, or, someone else. Flowey saw a figure in a black robe stare out. He did not know where he was, so he knew he should ask SOMEONE for directions out of this place. Suddenly, the being turned around.

"❄︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ❖︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎📪︎ ❖︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎ ♓︎■︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎♏︎⬧︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎📪︎ ♋︎⬧︎❒︎♓︎♏︎●︎📬︎" A mixture of garbled-up static and a foreign language filled Flowey's ears as he saw a half-melted face stare right back at him.

"Who are you? What are you?" Flowey asked as he felt the world "glitch" around them.

"✌︎⬥︎📪︎ ⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎♍︎🙵📬︎ ✡︎□︎◆︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ♏︎❖︎♏︎■︎ ◆︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎■︎♎︎ ❍︎♏︎📪︎ ⍓︎♏︎⧫︎ ♓︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♓︎●︎●︎ ◆︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎■︎♎︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬧︎□︎❍︎♏︎♒︎□︎⬥︎📬︎" the being replied. Flowey didn't know what he was saying, but he had an eeriee feeling that that weird thing understood him.

But then, a name went into his head, a name that labeled it by W.D. Gaster. "✌︎♐︎♐︎♓︎❒︎❍︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎❖︎♏︎📬︎" Gaster said. He wanted to back away from that thing, but he couldn't. "✡︎□︎◆︎ ♎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ♋︎ ♌︎□︎♎︎⍓︎📪︎ ♌︎◆︎⧫︎ ♓︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ⬧︎□︎❍︎♏︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⧫︎♏︎●︎●︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎📪︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬥︎□︎◆︎●︎♎︎ ♌︎♏︎ ♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎ ◆︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎■︎♎︎📬︎" Gaster garbled as he began looking off into the distance again. "✌︎ ◻︎♋︎❒︎♋︎♎︎□︎⌧︎ ♒︎♋︎⬧︎ □︎♍︎♍︎□︎◆︎❒︎♏︎♎︎📬︎ ☜︎❖︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎ ♋︎❍︎ ❑︎◆︎♓︎⧫︎♏︎ ♌︎♋︎❍︎♌︎□︎□︎⌘︎●︎♏︎♎︎ ♌︎⍓︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ❒︎♏︎♋︎●︎●︎⍓︎ ❒︎♏︎❍︎♋︎❒︎🙵♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♎︎♓︎⬧︎♍︎□︎❖︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎ □︎♐︎ ⬧︎□︎❒︎⧫︎⬧︎📬︎ ❄︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎🕯︎●︎●︎ ♌︎♏︎ ❖︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎ ♓︎■︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎♏︎⬧︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎📪︎ ♓︎■︎♎︎♏︎♏︎♎︎📬︎." was all Gaster said before Flowey's vision began to fade into black.

"A paradox is born." the same voice said, except it was in perfect English.

"GAH!" Flowey yelled out as he awoke from that horrid nightmare, jolting awake, panting for breath. "Man, that was a horrible dream." he panted. True, he was a flower, but even he had to breathe to talk. He went to rub his eyes with his leaves, but was met with... white, furry hands? "What!?" Flowey yelled once more. He looked to see them attached to equally furry arms cloaked in blue pajama sleeves. He looked around to see that he wasn't in the ruins, but in what looked like his old bedroom. To the left of his bed was a toybox filled with all his favorite toys, as well as a stuffed teddy bear that lay onto the bed, Flowey looked to see a night stand with a lamp. "This, is my old bedroom." he said. How far back in time was he, if this was time travel. He looked at the reflective surface of the lamp, which he was thankful for, to see the shocked face of Asriel Dreemurr staring back at him. "I'm... me again, but how?" Asriel said.

For the first time, he noticed his voice. Not the sarcastic voice of Flowey, but the innocent voice of a child, the innocent voice that was his. The door opened, and he saw Asgore and Toriel, his parents, looking back at him. "Asriel, is there something wrong?" his mother's voice asked.

"I just had the weirdest nightmare." Asriel replied before covering his mouth with his paws, again, not realizing how cute he sounded. The encounter with Gaster was very scary. Asriel flashed back, just as he was about to go to the afterlife, or what he thought was the afterlife, he wound up with the mysterious entity. Just when the weird dream was over, he had heard these words. "A paradox has arrived, what does that mean?" Asriel muttered.

Asgore and Toriel looked in shock before the unconventional sound of his alarm clock rang in their ears, followed by the almost demanding growl in Asriel's stomach. "I think I might also be a bit hungry." Asriel replied sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. Man, that was awkward.

"Well, we'll be in the kitchen once you're done getting ready for the morning." Asogre, his father, replied as they both went out the door, leaving Asriel to look around.

"Welp, I guess I have to go with the flow." the young Dreemurr mumbled as he got up out of bed. He remembered his morning routine enough times, so, even with his days as a flower, he still got it a bit right. Make the bed, get dressed up in his clothes, brush teeth, etcetera, etcetera. When he went down the castle's stairs, he saw Toriel fixing some breakfast and Asgore tending to his flowers. He still did not know what that encounter meant, or what Gaster meant by the fact that a paradox has arrived, but what time was he in. "Mom? Dad? What is today?" Asriel asked.

"Well, my child, today is October 7, 2010." Toriel replied. Asriel knew that day very well. That was the day that Chara fell to the Underground. They was traumatized by the fact of their parents, who abused her and even beat them to the point where they would bleed, no wonder they wanted to start another human-monster war just two years later. But maybe, he can reason with them so he wouldn't lose his best friend, his parents, and his life. "Why do you ask?"

"My head's not in the right place after that nightmare." Asriel replied. He half-lied. True, he was confused by what has happened, but he highly doubted that was just a nightmare. At least his mom made the best pancakes that a young prince can ask for. But still, he didn't know why he was here, but he had a theory. Maybe his DETERMINATION was the reason why he was back here. He had RESET once, and knew how to manipulate time, but, it was all gone now. Yet he can still recall every RESET, and it is likely that he still has that ability to remember. While he was ten, the intelligence and memories of his older self and Flowey still remained. But what about Chara? Where are they?

Meanwhile, Chara floated in the abyss, their red eyes looking into the timeline. "Well, that was one plan flushed down the drain. Whatever happened when that moron RESET, caused a "glitch" of sorts." Chara said. They hated their own kind because of their parents. If their mom and dad hated them, then everyone else did, too. Ever since the Villager Incident way back when, they lost their body and their SOUL. Chara just wished that whatever's left of them; their mind, would be able to go off into the afterlife as well.

Their gaze turned to the top of Mount Ebbott, where, not a human, but something else entirely fell. "I didn't remember this happening at all." they thought aloud as they saw an unfamiliar shape fall in their place. A small basket fell down the mountain instead. It looked like one of those picnic baskets, although the blanket covering it was a pure white color instead of the checkered coloring. When their parents were caught abusing them and were punished, Chara was sent to an orphanage, but they didn't love them, either. No one did, no one. except Asriel. He was the only one who got them.

So why did they make that stupid plan, anyway? Speaking of Asriel, he was heading towards the place, and he had a shocked expression on his face, almost as if he knew that it wasn't how things were supposed to be. "So, you really do remember what happened after all. Welp, this might be interesting to watch." Chara said bluntly.

They watched as Asriel looked in confusion at the box before carrying it all the way to his parents. When they went into their retreat in the Ruins, they opened it to see a small, purple horse inside. By the looks of it, it was a unicorn foal with a dark blue mane and tail with purple and pink highlights, wrapped in swaddling clothes. It somehow unwrapped its own blanket, revealing large, lavender wings on either side. Chara had expected many things, but this was honestly quite unexpected, to say the least. As soon as they went back to New Home, they went to the Royal Scientist, Dr. Alphys, to investigate this new being. "Astounding! Even though it shares the same qualities as monsters, its, or rather, her body is made up of physical matter like a human's, as well as being able to hold DETERMINATION." Alphys said as she looked at the papers. "And, to top it all off, it is just as intelligent as either one. She's all yours, I guess." Alphys said.

"Thanks, Dr. Alphys, you have our gratitude. Asriel, what do you think about your little sister?" Toriel said as the young prince looked at the alicorn foal.

"She's okay, I guess." Asriel said. "A little strange, but in a cute way." Truth be told, that was actually what he thought about the filly. But deep down, his blood ran cold. This filly was a lot like the monsters and shared some of the same characteristics as them, yet was also able to hold DETERMINATION like humans were able to. From what he knew and feared, that would mean that the amalgamates would still exist in some form in this timeline.

"Speaking of which, she needs a name. How about, Twilight? What do you think?" Asgore said. Asriel knew of his father's horrible ability of naming, but for that one time, it actually fit.

"For once, that actually fits." Toriel said. Asriel nodded in agreement as they left Alphys's lab. Deep down, they knew it was going to be a whole other ball game for this filly, but Asriel, despite his newly-forged big brother-little sister bond, was a bit worried about what would happen in the future. This is a new Underground and a new timeline, and he hoped that he can steer it in a direction where he would not end up a soulless flower like in the old one. He looked at the filly as they went back to their castle at New Home. The ruins were never pleasant to him.