A Chance No One Asked For (Re-Write)

Now a human.

He is now a 'human'

He is...

Not surprised, anything can be expected at this point.

He thought that the player would reset as always and he'd just wake up and start it all over again, but that-

..Err ...didn't.. happen?

Or maybe it did?

He doesn't know.

He doesn't want to know.

Before waking up,

All he remembers is finding himself in a dark void.

Dark, Cold, and Empty.

Time was passing very slowly it felt like an eternity.

All of a sudden, with no prior signs that anything was going to happen, a shining light took over the darkness and he woke up.

He woke up confused.

It would've been dark if not for the moon's light that slightly lit up the small room through the curtains.

He knew nothing.

Who was he?

Where was he?

What was happening..?

He stayed in that state for a long time.

Perhaps the entire night? He didn't feel the time passing.

He had been slowly getting back memories. Memories of two different places, Two different times, Two different lives, and Two different fates.

Yet it was him. Both were his.

He was confused for a while, It was a mess inside his head.

And for some reason, his life as 'Seventeen' feels like a past more than it is a present. Him being Flowey feels closer, like it was the present he was living just before waking up.

In his latest memories as 'Seventeen', He fell down the third floor's window.

Pushed. He doesn't remember who or why, but he was pushed. He made mental note to pay back whoever dared to that.

That fall caused him to be in a coma for an entire week.

His body was severely wounded, and His head took the worst impact. Maybe that's the main reason for getting those memories back? Who knows.

Back to the present.

He was currently sweeping the floor. The caretakers of this orphanage were making an eight-year-old child who just woke up from a coma, still healing, do chores with the other children. Wonderful.

That aside, He was thinking of a name for himself.

He does not have a name, He wants a cool name.

Freeze

...

He stood in silent for a moment before letting out a laugh, how ironic is it?

He is starting to talk like Papyrus. Papyrus, out of all people.

He pushed down the memories that threatened to surface once again, now was not the time to get lost in it.

He shook his head and continued sweeping the floor.

His name should be usual.

One that goes with this world's nature, that wouldn't bring attention for any unwanted reason.