Broken Timelines ✔️

Sans.

The Punk fainted.

Again.

I'm kinda sick of their wimpy attitude. You'd think someone who dealt with bullying from their family and pretty much everyone would be a tougher cookie. Heh. Chara isn't my Frisky. I leave the Punk on my bed and pull my hood over my skull. My eye sockets go black and I ignite the cyan power in my left eye. I grin, before entering my shortcut into the Zone.

"Sans."

"Hey Error.Sans.Exe, what's good brother?" I chuckle slightly. This guy actually has no sense of humour.

"Sans."

"God, learn to say something new would ya?" I stride over to the shortcut I need and wait for the all clear. Don't want to bump into a past me.

"Sans. Frisk. Gaster." Is all I hear from my Error self.

"What?"

"Sans. Frisk. Gaster. Truth. Death."

I turn to look back at ERRORSANS but he's gone. The fuck? Like, what was he on about? He use to be so conversational until he literally plugged himself into all of the timelines. Now he just watches the happenings and reports to me in brief, one word mumblings. It's hard to decipher the meaning behind it all. But I know my Father better than anyone, and if Frisk knows the truth then I am screwed over. Fuck.

FUCK.

You know, before all this happened, Frisk and I were growing closer in our relationship... I was going to propose on our anniversary...

I miss Frisk...

I stride confidently through the shortcut and end up in MURDERTALE. This shortcut is the one that leads to the pocket dimension, just outside all the timelines. It's... Different. Sure, each timeline has plenty different thing going on. I mean, SWAPTALE fucked me up for a while. And UNDERFELL is just terrifying.

But MURDERTALE is different. Everyone hates everyone, much like UNDERFELL, except we all started out as True Pacifists. We... changed. For the worse.

This shortcut leads to the snowy plain outside my Father's house, and I notice the bones that litter the clearing. He's been fighting.

Then I spot Frisk.