Classic P.O.V. (Point of view)
I'd given up hope. This human --no, Demon-- was far beyond my jurisdiction, or any other monsters... I, the only one who was living this nightmare over and over, had no way of ending the endless loop of genocide. I couldn't end it. I didn't want to be killed anymore, yet I wanted to end everything, somehow, without ever coming back. Wait... The human always killed me, and their LOVE increased to 20, which is the maximum amount of LOVE they could get.
Maybe if I killed myself first, I could create a glitch in the system, because in the game, I'm not supposed to be dead before the human killed me.
I was tired of this world. It was a sad world. It was a hopeless world. I hoped I could leave it.
F o r e v e r .
I teleported to the mountain in Snowdin. Seeing the little house in the distance, I saw a little speck that I could only guess was the inhabitant. I couldn't help but feel jealous. They lived their lives without any recollection or idea of any of this. I waited for the speck to go back inside. I didn't want to deal with anyone trying to save me. Me, the human, and this timeline were far beyond the point of saving now.
I took one last look backward at the forest. I used to walk through with Papyrus, annoy him by making bad puns, good memories. No chance of that happening now.
I looked forward.
Spread my arms.
Felt myself falling forward.
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Fell!Frisk P.O.V.
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I huddled up, drawing my knees to my chest, under the base of the tree above me. The sound of my own heartbeat, beating fast and loud, drowned out the sounds my pursuers were making as they searched for me. I saw the light darken in front of me, indicating the shadow of a hitman behind the the tree I was under. I silently counted to three in my head, inhaling and exhaling to the rhythm of my counting. When I got to three, I darted out from my hiding place as fast as I could. I could hear the sounds of bafflement behind me, as I was detected by the hitmen.
"HEY!"
"You, get back here!"
"Here, Frisky!"
I didn't look back as I ran through the forest, dodging the underbrush. I was rather skilled at this, because of the involuntary practice I got from running all the time. My mother and my sister were taken by the hitmen. I was the last surviving member of the family I knew. Arrows whizzed past me. One found it's victim, piercing me through the hand. I could see the tip poking out on the other side of my hand. I screamed in pain. I could hear someone's victorious laugh sound out. Thank goodness, I thought. Laughing slows you down. All of a sudden, I felt a tug at my ankle. It was a vine! I fell, and rolled, and next thing I knew, I was falling. In a panic, I grabbed at anything I could.
Yes! I grabbed the edge of the rather large hole.
But, there was a problem.
I saw three triumphant faces above me. From all of my experiences, I knew that these hitmen had no compassion. They killed with no mercy. I closed my eyes. I felt major pain course through my body as one of the hitmen stomped on my hand. Great, now both of my hands were messed up. But that didn't matter anymore, because I was falling.
Falling...
3rd Person
But something c̶̢̧̙̻͙͇͓͍̝͙̤̞͈̜͎͔̻̱̹̯̊̊̀̀̊̏̑̓́́́̚͝͝͝ḩ̵̛̭̺̣̗̫͚̹̾̀̑͛̋̒̀͊́̊̇͊̍̇̄̕͘͘ą̶͉̣̰̞̱̖̒́̋̅͐̐ņ̸̠̜͓̫̻͈̪͈͔̮͎͌̐̽̒̀̓̇̊̆̍̄̍͌̍͆̿͘ģ̴̧̟̯͙̦̠̘̮͕̇ę̵̩̤̫̞̱͓̘̽̓̽̔͆̍͂̉̈̃̔̓̐̆̕͘͠͝ͅḓ̴̸̡̡̧̨̖͙̻͓͓̤̱̳̠̝͈̙̙̥̼̦̾̈́̉͛̆͛̇̅̍̈́́̄̌̇̀̅͛̈́̾̓̊̒̐̂̕̕̕͝͝
c̸̛̯͓͙͎̱͍̪̥̤͎͎͖͓͕̞̥̞̠͘ḩ̷̛͇̖͙͈̈̈̔͊̄̈͐͋̍̈̊͘͝å̸̧̨̡̢͖̭͉̹͔̙̬͍̮̞̻̰̥ņ̸̘͇̺̝̮͇̗̮̻̲̳͈̠̖̠̳̯͗͜ģ̷̨̧̹̗̞̹̭̙̺̱̞̰̳̘͎̝̊́̀̍̎͑̌̔̋̋̾̈́͋̍͛ę̷̢̘̰̩̰͔͉̩̹̜̺̹̱̻̝͚̀̄͂͒̾̄͑̊̓̂͑̓̓͊̒̌̕͘͘͠ͅd̵̵̛̛̛̩̩̯͉̹̱̺͖̹̘͍̲̺̻͉̫̗͍̜̯͎̖̪͈̩͈̼̮̮̱̘̙͕͖͂̋͋͑͊̇̂̓̍͛͋͆̅̈́̉̈̓͂̓͊̆͌͘̚͠
c̸͍̪̮͍̳͖͌̓̈́̄̇̍́͜ḧ̶̖͔̯̞̯̤̺͈͈̬̺͉̺̝̘͉́̅̒͗̓̈́̆̄̐͘͜ͅả̴̺̙̙̼̗͙͔̭͔̝̙̳̾̅̄̓̑͊̇̂͆͘n̶̫̘̗͙̭͛͂̊͋̐̋̀̓͂̽̃̈́̒̔͐͘̕͝ͅg̶̭͉̜̭̦̞̮̺̀̔̆̉͒͂̑̚͝͠e̴̪͎̱̘͉͈͇̬͊̄̑̆̅͜͠ͅḑ̵̴̧̨̧̲̲̙͔͓̻̰͖̮̟̙̦̳̯͈͓̻͚̲̩͍̒̓͗͐̌̎͋̑́̔̒͗̓̾͗͛̉͐͘͠
ḉ̵̢̡̙̳̰̜̰̤͈̳̭͚̗̮̼̖̗̼͚̾̌̾̍͊͑͌͆͒̏̃̾̎͐͛̈͠͠h̷̢̧̹̝̰̬̫̲̜̣̀̃̏̈́̀̓̄̚ả̷̧̪̯̜͇̪͉̬͉̠̫̰̻̜͍͉̞̖̤͕̑̉̒̆̅͛̾͗̓͛́̀͑̽͒͝͝n̶̎̒͠ͅǵ̸̨̡̧̮̥͎̳̠̜̼͍͙̙̖̱͛́̓ͅē̴̖̯̅̀̂̿̽̇͗͌͌̀̄͊́̚͠d̵̶̨̡̝̖͓͚̱̠͖̟̯͙̻̤͉̼̣̼̪̲̻̜̼̥̲̞̽̀̈́͛͜
c̵̡̛̲̮̻̭̼͔̘̞̙͈̅͒̾͜h̶̢̧̞̙͙͇͔̺̻̬͛̂̍̓͋̈́̈́̍̒̕̚a̴̭̲̬̩̝͇͕͍͎̙͛̊̀͌͛͌́̾̀͘̕̚ǹ̵̢̮͎̺̝̯̔͂̀̾͋͜ͅǵ̷̨̟̖͇̳̠͕̟̎́̔̈́̽͑̌̐͑̒͌̽͊̎͊̓ḙ̶̡̡͉̹͙̙̠̜͎̼̏̓̈̍̾̃̾͛̈̾̈́̐́̒̂̅̄̕͝͠d̵̵̢̛̳̙͙̲͙̭͈̰̹̫̜̦̽̐͆̀͊͛͑̏̃̆̾̓̓͛̄͋͆̏̍͘̕͝
c̵̢̨̦͔̻̮̘̦̲̳̲͉̭͉̥̱͒̚͜͝ḥ̶̢̧͉̗̣͙͇̙̥̯͆̐a̶̛̙̜̳͈̲̤̗̞̖͈̦̙͚̓͋̎͊͐͐̔̑̑̃̄̋́͜͝͝ͅņ̶̢̨̧͉̣̩̭̣͈̲̫̙̮͊̌͑̂̓̀͒̃͝ͅg̶̈̂̍͒͂̓̔̾̀́̊͐̀͊̑͐̚͠͝ͅḙ̷̡̟̎́̊͝d̶̷̡̨̦̦͚̪͙͕͖͙̻̞̮̝̜̦̝̱̥͍̥̈͋̇͐͊̉̊̒̑̓̔̈́̃̎̋̀̇̉̎́̐͘̚͜ͅͅ
c̸̗̥̖̋͒͐͑̉̓̂̌͋͗́͘͝͠͝͝h̴̠̠̗̬̰͇͉̯̦̲̞̱̲̘͋͊͒̇̔̔̔͐̅̐͠͝ȁ̴͙̩̦͇̬̭̹̘͋̆͛͒̒̀̇̅͌̀̿̓̽̚͝n̶̡̠̰̯̳̳̼̦̙͍͇̩̦̱̗̫̖͉̮̈́̋̒̇̿̀̓̓͘͜ǧ̴̛̝̔̑̃́̈́͂̉͑̈́̎̉̀̚̚͝e̵̢̨̮͔̳̗̙̩̠͓̜͖̜͎̗͕͕͎̺͔͗̌̏̌̓̀̎̂́̄̀̊̀̓̈́͑̚̕͝ḑ̸̷̧̢̡̨̛̩̠̬̘̼̠̥͔̪̣͚͚͍͔̺̟͙̳̺͓͐̌̊̓̎̏̉̀̾͗̍̑̅̐̔̅̈́͂͐̌̓̓̆̂̄̅̍̕͘͝
c̷̭͉̜͚̟̰̙̈́̂̾̽̎͊͒͘̚̕ḩ̶̼͚̯̻͖̋̊̐̍͂á̷̧͇̝̭̗̲̲͎͓̫̘̰̮͔͔̗͑͛̌̉́͑̈́̀̽͒̍̐̔ņ̴̜̙̖͖͈̺͇̲͉̤̜͙̦̳̘̥̗͒̈́͂͜ͅġ̶̡̧̗̲̞̹̯̲͕̥̜̠͈̲̯̘͖̣̏͑͜e̶̼͋̾͑̾̆̄̾̾̕͝͠d̷̶̨̲̥̱̮̘͙̪͓̮̞̪͉̲̱̼͎̘̖̍̀͛͐̒͋͛̌͊̀͒̀͊̈́̃̇̾̇̈́̿̆̕͘͘̚͜ͅ
ç̷͉̳̠͚͉̥͇͕̜̙͐̑́̒̄̍͆̽͗͊̂͝͠h̵̢̨̢͖͎̙͔̩̟͔̬̣͍̙̻̯̺̓̑̀̈́͐̉͋͋͑̚ͅä̶̛̮̩̈́̑͐́́̇͆̎̑͝n̴̰͈̬̜̦̱̰̭̪̼͓̓͑͐̈́͆̐̉͜ĝ̸̢̙̺̗̲̠͈̥̼̳̯̥̀̽̾̅̒͋̀̍͊͛̏͠e̷̛̛̟̟̼̯̲̘̩̼͖̬̱̠͓͇͐̓́̏͋͌͒̆̈́͌́̇͂̃̋͋͠͠d̵̷̢͉͚͓͙̲̝̦̰̯̥̣̈͛̆̽̓̓̀͛̈́͑̈̌͋̀̂͐̑͗͗̎̂͋̏̊͑̚͠͠
c̴̡̢̛̪͈̙̻͖̼̜̭̘̳̦̫̀̓̐́̍̓͛̒̍̓͘̚̕̚̚h̴̨̨̨̦͓̩̥͙̳̙͔̆̎͋͆̅͌͋̒̇͒͑̚͘a̸̧̨̢̢̧̨̛̟̼̮̳͓͓̭̮̰̓̽̆͐́͐́̂͋̉̊̂̈̓̚̚͜ͅn̵͈̝͎̈́͆̈́̍̌̈̂͌̒̄͠ͅg̴̡̨̨̗͚̱̯̲̱̞̤̅̈̄͋͑e̷̬̱̅̀̋̓d̵̶̢̡̧̛̬͙̤̱̖̞̘͚͓̘̻̻͍̪̰̙̩͚̅̓̊͗́̓̓̅͆͋̈́̎̋̄̓̌͑̇͑͒̾͋͘͝͠͠ͅͅ
c̸̢̟̫͙̳̦̏͑͜h̵͙͙͍͔͖͒̊̉͌͆̂̃͆͂̅͊̕͝a̷̢̧̢̢̛̱̰̘͖͉̮̝͚͆̉̏͑̇̌̕͘͜n̴͕̼̹̱̰͕͓̭̒̎͘g̷̘̞͖͍͓̖͎͖͆̈́͌̋̇̽̇͌͜͜ͅͅę̸̨̡̘̯̘̤̹͓̺͕̯͍̦͚͈̦̪͍̄̈́̊̉͑͐̿̀̓͒̉͛̈̈́̑͠͝͝d̷͕͖̟̫͓̲̯͇͙͋́͒͊͆̃͗̏͑Classic fell on a bed of golden flowers.
Fell!Frisk fell on a mound of snow.
What is happening? What will happen in the future?
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628 words! the first 628 words ive ever written on wattpad! yall cant imagine how happy i am right now... so yeah! who knows, i dont, when i will release the next chapter, but i have a good feeling about my story. arright wish me luck and see yall soon!
- xX_DragonSans_Xx
oh oh before i leave, heres a noice undertale au music u can listen to for fun idk
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RomanceClassic is tired of all of the genocide routes that keep happening in his universe. He decides to end it with suicide, but a glitch happened just then in the multiverse, and his fall off of a cliff in Snowdin (you know, the one where you can see the...