Fairytale - An Undertale AU

Chapter 6 - Saying Hello

It's dark. The light in me, it faded away. Thankfully. I don't know where I am. The underground is large than it looks. MTT Hotel is about two days back. Haven't stopped walking unless I'm sleeping or eating. I'm most likely in one of the unexplored areas of the Underground if anything. My eyes wander over to a space under a ledge of rocks. It feels late, so I should probably go to sleep. Walking over to the ledge, I crawl under it. Using my bag as a pillow, I pull my phone out. Sixteen voice mails, twenty texts. Should I bother? Clicking on the phone app, I listen to my voicemails.

"Please, Frisk. We aren't mad. Just come home!" Sans says.

"Punk, you got to come home. Sans hasn't slept since," Undyne says.

"Come home, Frisk, I'll make your favorite," Toriel says.

"I-I'm sorry, so sorry," Alphys says.

"Human! I demand you return home, now!" Pap says.

"We need you. Please," Asgore says.

"Sans, he hasn't slept. He's scaring us, Frisk. Come home," Mettaton says.

The rest are a jumble of the same people saying the same things. But they don't understand. I'm dangerous. I could end up killing them one of these days if I'm not careful. No, I can't go back. Looking through the messages, one of them catches my eye. It's from an unknown number.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star!" is all it says. Tilting my head, I look up. Rocks shine, making a star like pattern. Do they know? Can they see me? Leaning out, I glance around the space. No one. Suddenly, I hear some rocks fall from behind me. A gasp escapes my lips as someone throws their hand around my mouth.

"Shh! It's me," Ink says from behind me. My eyes widen as I look behind me. The familiar face is looking towards the rocks. Some more fall and we begin inching back. "It's him," he whispers, looking. Suddenly, someone starts to emerge from the rocks. They almost seem to glitch, you could say. A black hand creeps over the edge, then a face reveals itself. "Error," Ink says, grabbing a large brush that's attached to his back.

"H-Hey Br-Br-Brother!" Error stutters. His voice continuously gets cut off and replaced with a low, almost growling sound. Ink pushes me behind him, standing defensively. "W-We both know th-that this w-w-world has gone off i-it's chosen path. It' n-needs to be destroyed," Error says, twirling a cord.

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to hurt them," Ink says. Destroyed? Brother? Error? What the hell is going on? Slowly, I get to my feet. Ink and Error bicker back and forth about things like timelines, FUN values, and fate. They are versions of Sans, so it's understandable how they would know about such things, but why are they fighting over it? How would they destroy this world?

"Shut up!" I yell, stepping between them. They both stop talking, looking at me with wide eyes. My breath is heavy as I try to control the pain wracking my body. "Look, no one is destroying shit! Ok?! I don't know what you mean by chosen path, but this is my world. If you are going to change or destroy it, you have to go through me!" I yell, glancing between the both of them. They seem shocked, unable to register what I just said.

"You! You are the reason all the worlds are going amuck!" Error yells, pointing at me. My eyes widen as he throws some of his cords at me. Ink yells and starts to jump in front of me. The cords hit me, only to bounce off. "Wh-what?!" Error exclaims, looking at me with bewildered eyes. How the hell? Ink looks at me, confused. Am I really to blame for all of this?

"I-I'm sorry! I really am! Just please, let them be! Delete me from their memories; you can do that, right? Make it so I can never hurt them!" I say, turning to Error. Ink looks at me with wide eyes. "Please," I sob, dropping to my knees. Ink slowly makes his way to me. Error narrows his eyes as Ink puts his arms on my shoulders.

"Come with me. I'll get you what you need," he says. Turning, we glance at Error. He scoffs, turns, and disappears. Strange. Drying my tears, I stand up, looking Ink in his mismatched eyes. He grabs my arm, and suddenly, we are somewhere else. Everything is white. Papers attached to strings are everywhere. Glancing around, I try to comprehend what is going on. "'Where are we?' That's what you are going to ask, right? Well, don't bother. Because honestly, I have no idea. We are in my world. The world on one of the simplest levels," he says, looking around. Looking at a spot, he begins floating down to a specific paper.

"Is that mine?' I ask, looking down at the paper. He nods, sighing.

"You world is . . . an anomaly. You see, all these worlds have their stories written out. Everything that has or will ever happen is on these pages. The only time they change is when I or Error interferes," Ink says, motioning to all the pages. Looking at the page, I see all the word on it. Things about Undyne, Alphys, Sans, Pap, and the others. "But your world went of its selected course. The only other time that happened was, well, with Error and I's world. But that was because Error and I lived there. Why your world would do that is just, well, unknown. In fact, it shouldn't be able to do that. And it all started when you arrived," he says, looking at me. My eyes widen.

"You mean I was never supposed to meet Sans?" I ask, looking at him. Another sigh escapes his lips and my heart starts to race. "So if you erase my existence, then you can put it back in order?!" I say. He hesitates, but nods. Looking back at the paper, my breath hitches in my throat. "Will I . . . ?" I trail off, looking away.

"No, you won't. Only if you want to, that is," he says. Shaking my head, he nods. "Well, um, I need some of your blood," he says. Nodding, I bite my hand, drawing blood. He uses a cup to mix it with ink. "Are you ready?" he asks. Should I say goodbye? He sighs. "Go, you have two minutes," he says, pushing me into the paper. I blink, and suddenly, I'm in Sans's room. The door opens as Sans walks in. He looks up, his eyes landing on me.

"Fr-Frisk!" he exclaims, running over to me. My eyes widen as he pulls me into a big hug. We collapse on the floor, him cradling me. Tears well in my eyes and I pull myself closer to him. Taking a deep breath, I take in his smell. "Where were you?" he asks.

"I-I'm sorry," I say. He looks down at me, confused. "I'm so sorry," I sob.

"Hey, I'm not mad, we aren't mad," he says.

"I love you," I say, pulling him into a kiss. We hold it for a bit before I pull away. Stop wasting time; I don't have a lot of time. "If you remember anything, remember that," I say, hugging him. He gasps and I turn around, seeing as my body begins to fade into dust. Parts of me drift away. Sans desperately grabs at them, but I look into his eyes. "I love you," I whisper as I fade away. Closing my eyes, I allow it to consume me.

"I love you too," is all I hear before I open my eyes, being back with Ink. He looks down at me, sorrow in his eyes. Our gazes meet each other and I dry my tears, sighing. Looking at the paper, I nod. He splashes the blood/ink mixture on the paper and it glows, suddenly running off.

"It's done," he says, looking at me.