Chapter 3: The Problem

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sans pov

I have never seen the player before at least not like this. I only saw the player through Frisk through their actions... And I know that Frisk got very attached to the player after they left.
I don't blame the player for leaving. I've seen what happens to players who reset for too long.

They start killing over and over and over again just to get something out of us. I don't know what... But I do thank this one for not going down that path. So seeing them now on the surface with us feels like the last monster just left the underground.

However, Frisk did some things when they reset trying to find the player. They... Um... They did EVERYTHING to try and find the player. I'm just happy they're probably going to stop resetting. I just don't think I could take another one.

I don't blame the player for Frisk's actions, but it's hard to look at the player and not associate that feeling with them. The feeling of One of my friends lodging a knife into my... and my brother... It's too hard to remember.

I don't think I even want to remember anymore.

Player PoV

"Heya sans? Are you okay?" I look at sans confused and a bit worried.

"Ah...!" sans seemed to snap back to reality. "I'm alright kid." sans permanent grin seemed to soften. "Although I probably shouldn't be calling you 'kid' anymore. What are you now 18."

"Yes that I am." I say. No puns yet.

"But anyways. You should go see Frisk they have been waiting for you to wake up."

"Oh yes Frisk." I quickly walk away only to see a long hallway. "ummmmmm..."

"Lost? You were always good with directions last time I saw you," sans asked. He said... "The living room is downstairs and Toriel's making breakfast"

I nod and walk to the stairs. I notice the picture from the end of the game above a dresser right at the front of the stairs. I smile a bit and head down the stairs almost tripping on the last step.

Then I see them.

They look at me and smile.

"PLAYER YOUR AWAKE!" Another loud voice says from behind me. I can hear water boiling in the background.

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