Undertale Scenarios

The End

A small child is terrified of the monster under their bed, but what they don't know is that the monster under their bed protects them from the true monsters - their parents.

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The End:

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You straightened your back, pushing away from the desk you had been playing at for hours. Your heart was set on finishing the hundredth or so play through of one of your favorite games and, honestly, you just missed seeing their character on the screen. Running your fingers along your arm, you smiled weakly at the desktop, game frozen in a line of dialogue. You knew you had to stop sometime, otherwise presenting the risk of growing obsessed - hell, maybe you already were - but you'd given anything to be inside that fictional world of monsters and humans than continue to hear the screams and feel the emptiness in your home.

Sighing, your hand reached out until a finger made contact with the power button. Before pressing down, you reflected on each battle, each save point. By now, the whole game was mapped out in your mind. You knew the secrets and the darkest corners, along with spawn times and points. Enemies weren't new anymore and you could repeat all the dialogue. All the paths that took more than 2 years create, you had explored each and every one. You destroyed hope, then rebuilt it. You saved everyone, then killed everyone. There was nothing better than seeing them happy, but you just had to watch them suffer too.

Glancing down at the desk, you pressed the button, light and colors diminishing from the screen. You stood up, then pushed your chair back into place, grasping a stack of papers you had piled off to the side. Straightening them, your eyes couldn't help but catch some of the words you had typed and printed. You ran a finger along their name, feeling almost embarrassed to write romantic intervals for a character in a game, but it had given you comfort when the game itself couldn't. Sifting through the stack a bit, you found a formal document, a contract you had signed. It stated policies of the landlord, payment options, and so forth. You smiled knowing the house you had rented was yours, and truly corporeal. After discovering everything from talking skeletons to volcanoes that just wanted love, it was nice to know a part of your life didn't have to be make believe anymore. You were sure you would still dream of your favorite character, imagining small scenarios in which you held hands, or conversed at the dinner table. But no longer would it have to be an escape from the world you really lived in.

You wondered, when was the last time you looked your parents in the eyes? It had been years. You had forgiven them long ago, although they weren't apologetic. The past few months had you rarely leaving the computer - isolating yourself - the only thing reminding you that they were still alive was their constant bickering and the quick glances you would get of their backs whenever you got hungry. Often would they pound on your door and demand you come out and socialize; they threatened to take away everything you loved if you didn't speak to them, but you never opened the door. You never gave them any of your time because truthfully, you hated who they were. You couldn't hate them directly - no, they were your parents, and you remember the days they would hug you and kiss the scrapes on your knees. But you hated who, perhaps what, they had become over the years. Did they believe they could distort into monstrosities since you were finally of age? Whatever their reasoning, you weren't agreeing.

Stuffing the papers in your bag, keys jingled in your hand as you stepped outside the home. The sun was bright, no clouds to be seen as the moving truck awaited your departure. You breathed in the warm air, then smiled, chest light and shoulders broad. Outside the home that had given you the weight of the world, you felt free. You felt new, perhaps even reborn. Your feet clicked along the cracked sidewalk leading to your ride, the rhythm quick and almost happy. This was the start of something better.

Sticking the keys in the ignition, you listened to the rumble of the engine before you placed your hands on the gear shift and steering wheel, foot pressing down the break. Inhaling, you stuck the truck into drive, and checked your mirrors. When the wheels began turning, you were glad to see that house in the rear view.

You were... complete.

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This is the official end of the Undertale Scenarios. I thank you for your endless amounts of support and kind words that helped me write these scenarios for as long as I did. I will never forget the love you gave me, even away from this story and on my profile. You guys have been through my ups and downs, some seeing my darkest parts, but I thank you for sticking around. It was definitely one of the greatest moments in my life. To know my writing is appreciated has always been a dream of mine, and you all helped me achieve it. Thank you.

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