"Come on, Frisk, you go play with the dog in my room."
Frisky heard her son laugh and a dog's bark as she heard feet go upstairs. Well, at least he's nice enough to get Frisk out of the room.
"That's better. Just in case." She could feel Sans coming closer. "Now . . . you. You don't feel right." She watched a skeletal hand appear in front of her face, and yank her hoodie back. "You saved Papyrus, so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. But." He came and stood in front of her. She watched his bony hand reach out toward her chin. Part of her was preparing for the moment he yanked her head completely up, breaking her neck. But, he only nudged it up. "Stay right there." His bony hands patted each of her shoulders again. "Relax. Chill a second."
Sure, sure. Geeeeettttt Duuuuunked oooon! went straight through Frisk's head again. Gaw, he was doing that thing, making her look straight at him for answers again. Judging. He's going to judge me, and if he actually remembers with no flukes. Then maybe he became an official Guardian. If so, he could see even deeper if he concentrates harder. If he wants to know why a boy had souls being carried around? Oh, he is going to look hard and there's no one else to disturb his focus! Just my own soul. He'll see things he shouldn't see. I don't know if I will make it out of this alive.
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It. Didn't make sense. It didn't. What was he seeing? She was behind the knife. She knew Judgment Hall, but she was screaming. Behind laughing red eyes, she was screaming in torture. Then, it flipped.
To . . .
"Here." FRISK held his little hands out to the surface. "We're free!"
Sans looked around at the vast wilderness and sky. "Wow, we really did it? You really managed to do it, kid. Hey, look at that big ball of fire. That's the sun, right?"
"Yep, Sans."
"Wow. Hey, Papyrus, check out the sun."
"It's like a big old ball of firey fire!" Papyrus said. "Wowie! The Sun! I will never forget that name!"
Toriel asked the little boy if he wanted to stay with her, but he declined, saying there was somewhere else to be. He was asked about being ambassador, but he declined that too.
"I promise, I will come back to see everyone though." FRISK looked over toward Sans. "I know you didn't care so much about it, but doesn't it feel right to be here?" He laughed and patted Sans coat. "I will never have to reset again!"
"I will never have to reset again." That kid said that. It was more vibrant than he'd ever heard before. Than he ever remembered hearing. Different dialogue. There was a different dialogue with them, not the rehashed words he learned to use over and over.
Then he saw Judgment Hall, this time the kid slamming on MERCY.
I'll endure. I can do this and keep control. If he just chooses mercy. Just choose mercy. If he just chooses mercy . . . before PERSEVERANCE takes control again. Oh, I don't want this, not again. Not everyone. I don't, I don't, just reset already! Aaaah, dodge, dodge, dodge, dodge! No, I can't do it, I won't strike him, shut up! Trapped, forever trapped. Forever trapped. Forever trapped.
"I will never have to reset again!"
Forever trapped.
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Conduit Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel
Fanfic(Complete)Hopeless and in despair, Sans never thought he could escape the resets and continues caused by FRISK that tormented his life. But, when he thinks the kid is possessed and stops FRISK once and for all he finds out ... that he never really k...