Broken Timelines ✔️

Normality

Quick A/N:

The chapter names are now chapter names. Not OverTale/UnderTale because now it is just story. Uh, if we go back to Chara (we will, don't worry) I will add Chara's PoV in the title, same as if/when we do other PoV's. So... that's just to clear up any possible confusion there may or may not be. Oh, and if there's no PoV in the title just assume it's Frisk. Because it will be...

Meepaa out!

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Sans pulls me into a gigantic hug the minute I step through the shortcut, but my mind and soul are too frazzled to register this... affection. I tense as he squeezes my shoulders, and flinch when he smiles.

Why was he happy? I killed Papyrus... Why wouldn't he try to kill me? Patiently awaiting the familiar opening notes of Megalovania, Sans seems to notice my fear and apprehension.

"F... Frisk?" He mumbles, and I see tears pool in his eyes.

"It's me Sans. Frisk." And as soon as I say my name, my true name, I remember who I am. I'm the pacifist. I'm the girl who got monsters above the mountain.

I'm a murderer...

"Sans... I... I'm... You... Papyrus..." I choke on my words, tears clouding my vision, and a lump forming in my throat. I gasp violently, wiping my ashen hands on my green and yellow sweater, only to further dirty them when they glide over the patches of blood that I have collected.

My chestnut bangs fall into chocolate eyes, and I feel the frizziness of my feral activities. I glance down at my red converse, and gulp nervously. The dust has turned them grey.

"Frisk. Frisk! It's okay! That wasn't you! That wasn't you babe..." Sans trails off, his hand outstretched towards me. I see the plea for mercy in his eyes, the fear of losing me completely.

And it's unbearable.

I wish I could switch back with Chara. To be unfeeling, unthinking. To have nobody to care for or think about. To be alone... To be a monster.

I wish that had been me.

I have the burden of friendship, loyalty, care. I have the responsibility of a relationship.

The brave and foolish ones, they walk not the centre path...

I could be the light or darkness, redemption or sorrow...

My indecision keeps me unaligned...

Neither pacifist or genocide...

Neutral...

The voices in my head, they ask if I'm a man or monster...

And I choose to stay unaligned.

Unaligned...

No! They took me in and showed me love when I had nowhere left to run. They cared for me when I couldn't care about myself! They built up not my LOVE, but my Love. They built up trust, and acceptance... They weren't monsters, they were my family.

They are my family.

And so I take Sans' hand slowly and gently, and breath deeply. His eyes fill with hope and love, and I pull him into another hug.

"Tibia honest, I felt kinda lost for a second there. You have to Ketchup with me yknow?" I murmur into his hoodie, and Sans' laughter resonates and echoes throughout the waiting room and fills my SOUL with love.

Not LOVE.

Never LOVE.