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You breathed heavily as you felt sunlight warm your cheeks for the 100th and last time. This had to be the last time. You promised Chara that this was it, because this time he had begged you, pleaded with you. His eyes were dull and worn from trying to make you stop from letting you influence his decisions.
You were the monster, the real monster.
But, you wouldn’t be anymore. Not this time. This was it, the final reset. You knew that Chara had little faith and you couldn’t blame him. After everything you pulled, after blaming him for actions that could only fall on your shoulders. After lying again and again about why you couldn’t let this power go.
It was a matter of control in the end. It always was. The reason you ran away? To feel some type of control over your life. To feel control over a body that decided to not work. Lungs that didn’t take in air when or how they should. Legs that were stiff and felt like lead to move. Bones that could crack under any sort of pressure. A body that overall? Was trying to kill you.
Oh and don’t get you started on your eyes. You could see but barely, everything was a world of literal shapes and colors to you. No form of eyewear had ever worked.
But even so, even though you knew that’s what awaited you after you let it go. This power, this ability to feel strong. Your crappy situation didn’t justify what you had done. It never would. You were forcing an entire civilization to be stuck in a perpetual groundhog day because you just wanted…
You wanted to be happy, you wanted a life worth living. The magic in the underground had done that for you. And now you were giving it all up…for people that you loved.
You had done a crap job at showing it, and any sort of friendship with sans was nonexistent. You could never win his trust back, no matter what you did. And strangely enough that hurt more than any physical pain you’d ever experienced.
Maybe if you had just been kinder, braver, more patient, even just had the smallest drop of integrity…maybe even in your physical turmoil…maybe you would have had a lazy little skeleton by your side to tell you bad puns in an attempt to cheer you up. Maybe…maybe you could have had that.
But now? You looked over at the blurry round blue blob that was sans. The large black round eyes had small white dots but they didn’t look at you. They probably never would again if he could help it.
You reached out for Toriel's furry hand but landed on her hip instead. She sighed, laughing softly before taking your hand. “Thank you my child, you truly are our little hero.”
You weren’t so sure about that. You didn’t feel like a hero. And who’s to say that doing this would even be better? Was going through all that pain really worth it if monster kind-
Stop it.
Stop it, Frisk. Don’t you dare go back on your word, you promised. I don’t care if your miserable while everyone else frolics. I don’t care if something worse does happen. At this point, I’ve been forced to kill my family and friends so many times that I’m numb to their deaths at this point.
All I want, Frisk, is for them to be free. I don’t want to see them trapped anymore. Even if there’s something worse out there, even if they all die the moment you finally close the game.
At least they would have died seeing the sunlight one last time. To me, that’s real mercy. End this Frisk. I don’t care how.
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You were approaching the old but somehow still well kept cottage that Torel always found. And like always Asgore and Undyne worked tirelessly throughout the day to gather all the monsters around it in a makeshift camp.
Like always Torel suggested that all the children come to stay in the cottage.
Like always she approached Grillby, his Brother, and Fuku, Heats daughter and Grillbys niece. She asked if they wouldn’t mind lending their heat to the children in the cottage. And like always Grillby would insist that Fuku and Heats do so while he would stay behind and tend to the other citizens.
You followed Toriel into the room she made for you in the cottage. And like always you sat on the bed.
It was soft, and with Heats and Fuku working the fireplace downstairs, it was warm and cozy too.
You leaned back in the bed, stretching out your lanky and awkward eighteen year old limbs and waited for that feeling.
The feeling that slowly creeped up your arms and legs. The feeling that made you feel ever so weaker the closer night came. The feeling that made you reset.
But this time you endured it.
You felt the magic slowly start to leave your bones. Making them brittle once again, you left tears prik the corners of your eyes as you felt your muscles hiss with pain. As your body slowly started to return to how it once was.
And for the first time since the underground.
You felt weak.
You knew you couldn’t do anything just yet. You didn’t dare bare your teeth knowing it would only make things worse. You cried but tried to keep it quiet.
You hoped this was worth it. You saw Chara above you. He floated above you and as you got weaker he became easier to see, more visible. He looked confused and unsure and even a little sympathetic. But you could tell that on some level he was enjoying this.
You waited until you knew moving would hurt but did so anyway. You sat up and cringed at the feeling of delicateness that swept over your body.
And that was it. The underground had finally taken back the magic it had lent you to free those inside. You were never meant to keep that power, never meant to really have it in the first place.
And maybe it had been your soul calling out desperate for something to end the pain.
And maybe the underground had heard its cries, determined as they were. And maybe…
Maybe that’s why the underground had chosen you, your soul.
You looked to Chara who now sat gingerly on the bed in front of you and he smiled softly. I guess I’m stuck to ya now. Good to know. He hummed. Leaning back and sort of rocking ware he sat, which, you had to admit, was a weird thing to see such a lanky teenager do. But you were one to talk.
You looked out the window, carefully turning your body with your neck. So you could watch the moon start to rise and the stars with it. You could see Ebott city twinkling in the distance. One of many technologically advanced cities in the world. You hoped that you could be a good Monster ambassador.
Sure you were a scrawny eighteen year old, and sure they probably wouldn’t listen to the famously sick Daughter whose parents had to put in a children's home cuz they couldn’t afford her hospital bills.
But you had faith in yourself. Which was rare nowadays.
You had quit the game. But that meant that what happened next was completely unknown to you, every choice You made mattered now. And honestly you didn’t know where to even start with making choices.
You supposed you could only really focus on your own, and you could only hope the rest of the world decided that it was done screwing with you.
Sure, you definitely deserved it now.
You knew that a lot of things could go wrong. And you still needed to tell Asgore and Troiel what topside was really like. You still needed to make sure that they knew this wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought.
But how could you tell them that monsters…weren’t as rare as they thought.
How did you tell them that they weren’t what was left of their race?