Undertale Shorts

Reset

*Frisk's POV*

(A/N: Okay so this is the view of Frisk, and you are Frisk. And the Other One is the name of the Player who is controlling Frisk, and Frisk only hears the player as a voice in her head that makes her do things, even though she doesn't want to do them. Okay. 

Have fun crying.)

You glazed at Sans, at the same place, with the same toy knife in your hand, with the same voice in your head, telling you whether or not to reset, whether not to kill. 

At first, before any of the resets, you had befriended everyone, Papyrus, Sans, Toriel, and even Asgore. Everyone was happy, at the surface, but before you could even go out and explore with your new friends, or tell them about where you had been all this time, there was a voice in your head. 

Reset.

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It was all gone, and without your consent. 

The second time was different, your limbs seemed to be controlled, you were no longer free to do what you wished, a battle in your own head. A battle between Chara and the Other One. 

Chara didn't want to do this. She wanted to go back to the first world, where everyone was happy. She wanted to go back... to her family. To Asriel. To Toriel. To Asgore. To Papyrus and Sans. 

But the Other One took control. They forced you to do this, to press fight, to pick up the toy knife, to come back to life over and over again and again, even when you knew what was going to happen, and what wouldn't. 

Chara didn't want to either, but she was stuck with you, and you had no way of telling her that, no it wasn't you that was killing everyone, it was someone else. It was the Other One, controlling you, making you do this. Chara didn't know.

Chara was stuck with you. 

YOU were stuck with the voice in your head that made you do this. 

And this had happened so many times, you felt numb to it, like you had built up a tolerance to the whole atmosphere of what was going on. You already knew. You already knew what you were going to do. 

You were going to kill Sans. 

And there was nothing you could do to stop yourself. The voice in your head. It made you cry so many times, but it never took notice, or never cared if they ever did notice. The first reset was the worse, when all the memories of friendship and hope were still fresh on your mind, and Papyrus remembered you. 

Papyrus trusted you. 

He remembered you. 

And you had killed him. 

The Other One had killed him. 

And here you were, the same scene all over again, the same fight, with all the moves memorized. It wasn't even a surprise anymore, just...empty. 

And you knew every bone, every word, every attack that Sans would say in this battle. 

After all this was your seventh reset. 

You couldn't believe it. Seven times already. Seven time you had killed Papyrus, you had seen Undyne melt. 

Seven times. 

It was almost funny. If Asgore had killed you, they would already be out. But instead, he had failed to kill you seven times. Seven human souls, and you refused to die. The Seventh One. 

You wish you could die. You wish that you could just give up, and let Asgore take your soul. It was hard enough, not being able to talk to your friends, not being able to explain that you didn't want to hurt them, that the voice in your head was doing this, that the voice in your head was making you do this.

But you couldn't. 

So here you were, frozen in place, with Sans in the Hall of Judgement, knife in hand, the faint sound of birds chirping and the ringing of church bells sealing your fate, along with the last of your hope. 

Sans looked up at you, at the other end of the Hall. He was waiting for you. He remembers you too, and he knows you had reset. He just doesn't know how many times. 

What he does know, is that you killed Papyrus. 

Correction, you killed everyone. 

"It's a beautiful day..." Sans started to say. You feel tears in your eyes, and you grip your knife harder, wishing that you drop it onto the floor, and let Sans kill you, to hug him one last time, to tell him that you didn't mean to kill his brother, that you were sorry. 

Sorry... You were always sorry. 

"Birds are singing." he continued in a monotone voice. You stifled a sob, trying to stop yourself. You knew the next line. It would be 'Flowers are blooming.'

"Flowers are blooming." he said.

'And on days like these, kids like you...Should be burning in hell.' you thought. 

And you slightly taken aback when the line didn't arrive on it's cue. 

You looked up at Sans, who was looking down at his pink slippers, hands stuffed into the pockets of his blue hoodie. 

"Look...kiddo. I just wanted to askya. What number is this?" he asked, sadness dragging down his voice, both in pitch and in volume. But your heart leapt with excitement. This was different. Did it mean that there would be a different ending, that you didn't have to kill Sans?

"How many times have you reset?" he asked, making you heart break a little. He looked up, a blue flame flickering in his eye socket. His tears were illuminated blue from the light of his magic. 

"How many times have I forgotten. I just really want to know. Because for however much longer I have to live, I just want to know how many other times I have lost to you." 

 You hold up seven hands, letting the knife clatter to the ground. Sans nods, looking at your hands.. He was shaking, trying not to cry. It didn't really feel like a fight anymore, it just felt like destiny was the driving force of all this, forcing them to do this routine over and over again. 

"And how many times have we stood here?" 

You keep all seven of your fingers up, making no effort to move, not to get towards your knife. In fact, you look down at your toy knife, and kick it, making it spin away from you at least a dozen feet, and making it hit the wall. 

"All seven time, huh? A-And e-every-y." Sans tries to say, his voice too shaky to make anything out of the mindless blubbering that he was saying. He clears his throat and tries again. 

"And how many times have you fought?" 

Six. You put one finger down. 

"Huh. So you really were a good person at one time." 

You breathing is short and fast now, completely out of your control as you drop your hands to your sides. Sans is trying to stop himself from doing the same, as you completely fall apart. 

'I really was a good person at one point.' you think to yourself.

Suddenly, the blue flame in Sans's eyesocket changes color, from a light blue, to a darker blue, and the flame grows. 

A pain. 

Pain. 

You look down to see that you have been stabbed, clean through, with three bones. Blood is trickling down, mixing with salty tears that make it hurt even more. 

"Sans?" you ask. He looks up, barely able to see you through a wall of tears. 

"Thank you for stopping me."