Then, I realised, nobody loved because nobody could. All humans are after all, inherently evil.
Frisk woke up gasping for air as they once did. They coughed violently as they grasped at their sweater. Their eyes filled up with tears as their lungs desperately fill themselves with air. Slowly, eventually, the pain began to ebb away to a dull ache in the head.
They lie back down on the grass, chest still heaving. A RESET had never felt so painful. Frisk definitely didn't remember it hurting this much ... Maybe they've done it too quickly, too often ...
They also noted the voice in their head just before they regained consciousness and feeling. It was the same voice that spoke of drowning in the last run ... And both times, hearing it sent shivers down Frisk's spine. It was definitely not a very soothing voice to listen to. It was so strange though and at first, they suspect it might have just been a warped dream or their imagination playing tricks on them but now they weren't so sure.
Frisk lay there, closing their eyes, feeling the sun on their face. Everything was quiet. It was warm. It was serene.
Then, a piercing scream jolted them up again. Frisk grabbed their head. Stop!
The scream belonged to Undyne who died in the last run due to their carelessness. It was all my fault.
How could they have messed up? They were so careful up until the end ... Frisk looked down at their hands, palms facing up. Is this really worth it? All this pain?
But they had a responsibility to their friends right? Even though they may not remember them, they had a responsibility to create a happy ending for them, right? After all, they had these ... abilities. There must be a reason as to why they were bestowed with such gifts. Not using them would almost be going against God if there ever was one out there.
Or are they the one playing God?
They slowly got up and walked into the Ruins wondering if it was fair to everyone if they made their own decisions on how things should happen and what should occur next. Then again, they were only trying to make things "right" like how it was in the future.
But what was "right"? Was "right" in this current time the same as "right" in the future?
As Frisk wandered through in a daze, they almost crashed into a few Froggits and Moldsmals which they barely even glanced at. They just have to do what they have to do. Then everyone can be happy, then everyone can continue with their lives as per normal, then Frisk wouldn't have to hurt anymore ...
They left the Ruins with the diary and the haversack quicker than they thought. Then again, they had barely interacted with anything they encountered along the way, always choosing to flee instead. Frisk hardly had the strength left in them to make meaningful conversations. It felt like they were an empty shell just going through the motions.
Snowdin Forest was no different. They fought through the blizzard blindly, almost aimlessly, never stopping, always walking. When it came to meeting Papyrus, they stopped, though they hardly glanced at him as he popped out indignantly from the snow.
Nevertheless, they still tried their best to answer him as enthusiastically as they can. "I'm Frisk," they said, just as they've said for the past few runs. "I'm human."
But what does it mean to be human anyway?
They were standing in a long corridor with marble tiles and golden pillars. The golden glow of the sun streaking in was beautiful and cast a magnificent and dramatic light to the place. Yet, he was feeling anything but magnificent. He felt suppressed rage, hatred, fear ...
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Undertale: REWIND
FanfictionIt's been 3 good months of life on the surface with everyone. However, Frisk is discontent and desperately yearns to save Asriel. Suddenly, this wish is made possible with their discovery of a new ability "REWIND", all the way back to when the Royal...