Conduit Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 11: Sans Has Control

Before he could pick up the kid, Sans saw Frisky's back with Undyne's spear graze still on it. "Not again."

"I made a promise that I would tell you everything," Frisky answered. "Afterwards, if you want the reset memories gone, I will show you how to do that." Frisky looked back toward him. "Sorry."

Sans looked around. "Great. Do we have to start this again?"

"This will be the last step back you have to know about. After this, it can all be erased. You can forget everything about me, about Frisk, about the genocide, everything. The wipe is so good, 97.5% never even have a single nightmare about it. In fact, you probably don't know how many times we've been looping on reset. Even I'm not allowed to remember past 75, or it could destroy my mental state." In her hand, she held her small MP3 device. "It's been upgraded. Everything that just happened with the humans, it happened. There is no one else to fight now, right now. What I just did to create a new FRISK, it corrupted everything. Even the last save area was terminated, the program brought me back to my second save spot. This is called a motion shift. It was the last action I could take. This means that everything was just moved into the exact positions they were in this save area, and all Monster minds were wiped, except yours. It didn't bring anyone's lost soul back since then. I'm sorry."

Sans moved away from her back. "I can forget everything?"

"Yep, everything. You'll never know the whole FRISK. The Underground will be unaffected. You'll never know . . ." She just looked away. "You'll never have nightmares about knowing the truth. If you still wanted it."

He crossed his arms. "After all this time, yeah. I want to know."

"Okay. What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"I can't explain everything," Frisky answered. "I don't have enough science experience for it all. I'm just a soldier, but I will tell you what I can. I have special permission to authorize you any and all facts that you ask for."

"I bet it won't be half as fulfilling as a Grillby burger then."

She chuckled. "I know you hate my guts right now. I'm surprised you haven't just killed me yet."

"Don't know how to feel about you. Wouldn't kill you, but not exactly feeling buddy-buddy," Sans confessed. "Jacking around with time again. But, you saved the Underground. Again. So, keep your head straight and let me get this healing gel back on."

"Alright then." Frisky took a deep breath. "This will be quite surprising, and you may not want to believe it. But, it's the truth."

Sans shrugged. "I don't know how you can actually surprise me now."

"Every time a Monster dies in the Underground, two humans are killed for it."

Sans stopped. " . . ." He moved back toward taking care of her back. "What do you mean?"

"Well, in my world, humans aren't rare. Aren't special. Nothing, really. We've become rodents, and because of our growing numbers, many of us are treated like rodents." Frisky kept looking straight. "If we have no purpose, no mission, and we haven't accomplished enough to be considered 'valuable', we are turned into re-resets. A friendly way of saying zoned out human. Some might use the phrase 'zombies', but they don't hurt anyone. They just . . . exist." She held her hands up gently while trying to keep her shirt tucked under her elbows. "On my right, one Monster. On my left, two people. Reset souls are souls that are drained of the essence that keeps them going so strong. They are nothing but hollow shells by the time they are forced to die. Thus, their soul just turns to dust instantly when they die. When a Monster dies, that dust is transported down to the Underground so quickly, no one catches the illusion." She tucked one finger on her left hand down. "Then, that same Monster's soul is protected within another re-reset for months. It doesn't perish or turn into dust. When the reset comes though, it is ejected with the strength of what's left of the human's soul. The human's soul doesn't survive the journey." She placed her other finger down. "One dies for the illusion. One dies after it protects the soul."