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You woke up as usual with a heavy chest. By now this should be your tenth reset. You couldn't even remember the way you died or how you were able to reset the time. The only thing you know for sure was begin grateful for every minute the world gave you as a gift. Newer have you told anyone about the resets. Who would believe you anyway? As you got up you noticed something strange. The silence was overwhelming – neither laughing Sans nor cooking Papyrus. Softly you rubbed your eyes in hope to push the bad feeling aside. The brothers could have gone for a walk or something... right? Pushing yourself out of the bed you noticed you've woken up in Papyrus' room. Somehow your chess ached. And then you saw something you never dream of. On the table beside the bed was a... red scarf. Your eyes shot open. Papyrus never, ever, left his scarf behind. A dreadful feeling overcame you as you took the scarf and it felt cold. How long was it lying here? "P-Pap...?" your whispered but no answer was heard. Only the silence seemed to grow wider. What happened and why did this world feel so strange? With shaking hands clutching on Papyrus' scarf you run out of his chilly room. There was no light lit nor was the door open.
"Pap...? Sans?!" you cried. But no one came. Quickly you run up to Sans door and tried to open it. But it was locked. Confusion was all you felt. You have been to his room so many times. How is it possible for you to not have the key. Crap, Sans have given it to you! What was going on with this world? Then it hit you. A bad feeling rose upon your soft soul. The last reset was different from the others. Something must have gone wrong. What if you lost all of your friends in this timeline? What if they didn't know you? The silence was your answer. With tears in your eyes you run out of the house, not able to take it anymore. But as you stepped on the snow and the cold wind hit your cheeks, you frowned. The generally happy town was now kind of sad and silent as well. Only a few villagers were on the streets – and every one of them looked at you like they were afraid and hated you in the same time. As one woman saw you wearing Papyrus' scarf she shouted at you. "How dare you, you monster!" Monster... But you were human. What have you done in this timeline for that people hated you so much? Again tears started to roll over you cheek. With no power left you let yourself fall on the snow and hid your face in the red scarf. Sobbing you realized how weak you really were. You never hurt a single soul. Not even Toriel who likely begged you to fight against her.
Again it hit you. The chances that she was dead this time were very high. As you sat crying in the snow you put the things together. The villagers, Papyrus, Toriel, the strange reset. You killed them. The 'you' from this timeline killed them. But... Sans... Oh my god, Sans! He can't be dead. There is no way! Panic rose in you faster than ever. In this world everything was possible. As fast as you could you run up to the river and took a boat to the Hotlands remembering what the last time was you spoke with your best friend. No... He was more than a friend. He kept you alive. You loved him with all your heart which was hurt right now.
