A Pacifist Player's Promise

Chapter 1: The Player

I sigh as I get off my work computer for the day and close it. 1 year ago I was on the streets after my parents kicked me out. They were super "religious", however I would call them conveniently religious, and they found out that I like a girl and came out as gender fluid to my open-minded friends.

We have been no contact ever since. I realize that they were probably narcissistic. I Had to find a job and it was difficult. I hadn't even really become a full adult yet. I worked as a retail worker for a bit then I got fired from it for not taking my boss up on an "offer" for better pay.

Needless to say I don't have any friends. I do have this small apartment but nothing more. The only reason I got an at-home job was due to another pandemic popping up outside the safe confines of my inner sanctum. The pay is all right enough to pay for bills and some extra expenses but I'm saving up. I'm getting out of this damn city. Oh who am I kidding. This place taxes you too much to leave.

And where would I go. There is nowhere to go besides another crappy apartments in another city.

I look outside and see The sunset going between two high-rise buildings over the bay. A house on the Bay would be nice... not this one though too many memories. I step out of my "office", It's just a desk with computer in the corner of my living room. I head over to the couch and flop onto it. There was a lot of drama at work.

Apparently my boss, who is a d*ckhead, was having relations with the regional manager. This company has a history of that but everyone keeps quiet. The first time I tried to bring it up it got shut down immediately, by my previous boss and the regional manager no less. So I'm probably going to get another convict as a boss again. Grreeeeaaatt.

I decide to get up after a little bit of a nap. I still have more work to do after I get up. I secretly wish not to be in this world and just transport somewhere else and get isikied I don't care.

I close my eyes and then hear my upstairs neighbors moving around. I pity the girl. I try to mention and hint her to the fact that her boyfriend is completely toxic. Seems like she's about to break it off with him. Good for her. At least she has family to go fall back on. I close my eyes again and drift off.

Frisk enters the apartment 2 hours later...

Frisks POV

'Good the player is asleep,' I think, My soul pounding in my chest. I only have a few minutes before I disintegrate in this reality.
It took a year to store up enough determination to get here. I walk over to the player. They're sleeping there peacefully. I quickly but quietly pick them up.

'I'm sorry player I just can't watch you suffer anymore,' I quietly whisper. sans said that this was a bad idea. I said it was a good idea. I told him if he would rather get the player here and take them away from their world, that hurt them, That cost them almost all of their sanity, that gave them cruel parents or let them stay there and suffer. I reminded him That this is the same player that saved us, that freed us, That brought us to the surface and then suffered in the fact that they could not see us again. He relented but I could see he still had his reservations, but he just didn't want another reset.

As I nimbly walked across the floorboards and back through the portal, The player clutched onto me. I almost cried in that moment. Even though I knew that the player probably thought that I was a blanket or stuffy It felt me like they knew I was there and that i was bringing them home to Toriel and Asgore to Papyrus and Mettaton and Undyne and Alphys. It felt like I was bringing them home.

Sunlight gleams through the portal as both the player and Frisk walk through back home.