Undertale: Genocide

The Begining Of Something Terrible

Frisk's POV
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I play the same game, again and again. It gets boring to say the least. Knowing that you will forever be trapped in a mountain that's full of monsters, it's not very interesting. Though, the good thing is, when I complete this journey. I can reset it. That's the only good thing about this place; that is apart from my friends. To sum it up its a goat mom, goat dad, goat son, a fish, two skeletons, a gay robot that gets in your face when gossip is heard and this lab nerd with specs. It's like a little gang to me. Full of joy. Though I know it'll have to come to an end eventually and when that comes, I always feel this pang of sadness. I got over that though.

I was floating in the nothingness of nothing. Then finally that text appeared. "Would you like to reset the game?" Then the options were under it: yes or no. I moved my hand over to the yes and a red heart appeared on the left side of it and tapped it. I felt myself falling and as usual I knew what it was. Then white appeared in pixels then the grey and I eventually landed on the bed of a thousand yellow flowers.

Then pain.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as I gasped for air and I instantly wrapped my hands round my neck. I could feel my eyes roll back and feel something split from me. I screamed bloody murder and blood began to pour from my mouth.

Then, it stopped.

I gasped for air as I sat up. My eyes rolled back and no blood was falling from my mouth and none of it was only clothes. As my eyes fixed to the brightness I could see a figure standing in front of me. Standing up I realise that we are the same height, and that we both have short, brown hair. We both had stripped jumpers. Except hers was green with yellow stripes and mine blue with pink stripes. She wore brown shorts and shoes and I wore blue jeans with black shoes. Last of all, she had pale skin with rosy cheeks while I had tanned skin.

She stared at me with a sweet smile, before pulling out a knife and driving it into my chest. Here we go again, the pain, the screaming. She didn't feel pain though. She still had the same smile as she dug out my very soul. She dropped the knife and began to punch at my face, causing my nose to break and bleed and for my teeth to puncture my bottom lip and bleed.

I was left, weak. So weak that I couldn't dare move any joint in my body. She smiled as she punctured my soul with a piece of black thread and hung it round her, like a necklace.

"Sorry, me. But I'll be taking over this game. You'll stay here and rest, okay? Bye!" She said as I was then turned into a blue powder and into my soul. I knew this would become my home for a long time. Might as well get used to it, I guess.