WARNING:
Before reading this story, it is important for you to know that it is an Undertale-based alternate universe. If you have not played the game Undertale, or have watched someone else play it, I highly recommend you do so first.
This story...
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It's always the same. A human falls down and they have three main routes to choose from; one of mercy, one of optional fighting, and one of total genocide. But somewhere along those lines, something went wrong.
Heh, I'm foreshadowing too much. Let's just get to the story. ______________________________________________________________________________ Start of Chapter 1: Just Another Nightmare
I stood there, hand on rib cage, breathing deeply. In... out... gaze unfocused. Each pained breath accompanied by a shaky exhale.
It was over, again.
I had lost.
I fought my hardest, but in the end, the kid knew all of my attacks, all of my patterns.
Every... single... move I'd make.
With a power like theirs... you fight someone thousands of times, and you'll never lose to them again.
After the first couple of genocide resets, I knew standing against them would no longer go in my favor. But I always had to try. It was my job, after all. And besides, it helped to blow off steam on the one person who actually deserved the blunt force of my wrath.
I drew in a slow breath, interrupting my solemn thoughts. "Welp! I'm going to Grillbz." I proclaimed, and began to slowly shuffle out of their sight. I settled against one of the hall's gigantic pillars, my back coming in contact with the cold marble cylinder. I reached into my hoodie pocket and grasped at Papyrus's scarf, mourning overtaking me. My voice shook. "Papyrus, do you want anything?"
I once more turned to dust, the feeling... still numbing to think about.
It was a searing lightness... like rubbing against sandpaper, while being sand yourself, all at the same time. Then, a faint breeze swept your now fragile self away. And you were gone.
I was then in a gloomy, colorless version of reality, my view lingering above my own dust, providing me the ability to see Frisk. The sight of my own dust had become normal.
I watched on as Frisk shakily pulled up the reset button with their hand. Must be the adrenaline... I scoffed to myself.
Being helpless as always, I then stared as the kid pressed it, moments after killing me. They didn't even leave the Judgement Hall.
They never left the Judgement Hall.
My vision went black.
There was complete silence and consuming darkness for what felt like weeks. A tortuous hell, leaving me only to my perpetual grief and discontent.
Memories became distant, my own name even becoming an insignificant thought, drifting off to be lost in the void. Lost from my mind.
I wasn't sure why I was there anymore, but the silence was dreadfully wearing down at my consciousness.
