Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 47: Cat's Out of the Bag

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Sans saw his other parallel self standing right in front of the couch. “You.” He would have let her go to fight with himself if he wasn’t so concerned about losing her any second. “She is going to die because of you.”

“Nah, I can save her. So, uh.” Parallel Sans gestured behind him. “Papyrus and I, we got our Frisk safe now. Like we said. And, hey, I even let you have your memories in the end. I could have just plucked them away and let you think the kids didn’t make the transfer through time. I think.” He brought out a piece of paper that looked like it was ripped from the timeline machine. “Yeah. I thought that’d be too cruel to myself.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sans said. “let’s not be cruel to our parallel self. Let’s just make it believe it had kids, it had a wife, and let’s rip everything away from it!” Sans lifted Frisk off the couch. “I’m used to shitty things happening to me. I never thought I could be this shitty to myself though.”

“Look, you gotta settle down,” Parallel Sans insisted. “My Frisk has missed her children like crazy, but she’s not looking forward to this either. So, ya gotta get your emotions under control. This is hard enough on her.”

“On her?” Sans moved farther away. “I raised these souls. I even split them.”

“Split them?” Parallel Sans asked. “Damn, that must have hurt your Frisk. Papyrus and I just built something for it.”

“Oh, gee, I didn’t think you even cared about my Frisk,” Sans spat back. “You just want to make us believe that we had kids. We protected them. I protected them every night. You made me believe that I had a wife, and a frickin’ family on the way!”

“Not no more. I can erase all this. Her soul won’t hurt. You won’t hurt. You’ll be fine,” Parallel Sans insisted. “Look, even if I had some change of heart and said ‘you can have them’, you can’t. You can’t have parallel souls born into another parallel world. Who knows what would happen?” He tried to approach him. “Look, I get it. It’s tough. Shitty and tough. What’s new? But, I’ll make it all better. You won’t remember a thing.”

“You gonna take us back into time or something again?” Sans asked. “You think just my wiping a brush across my memory that everything you did will be okay? I was the one taking care of them at night. Not you. I was taking care of a pregnant Frisk. Not you. I was the one fighting tooth and nail, even never talking about home again while on the surface. Not you!”

“Yeah. But you went back into time.” Parallel Sans looked at his timeline paper again. “Frisk already knows she’s going to die. There’s not much choice. Look, your brother is hiding the fact that a powerful prince named Asriel is alive. He’s the one who made the wishing, but he’s still whole. He created a second time down there. Just shortly after you first met me. I was going to do something like pushing you back a little farther, but that transition will be easier on me.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I know. Timelines, souls, and hearts. It’s an art. Anyhow, I’m about out of souls. It’s getting harder to get them in my time. There’s a new monster on the surface that’s been working on stopping us from getting souls. I have a feeling it’s probably Gaster’s ancient ancestor or something. Anyway, you can’t stay down in a different timeline forever. Your minds will eventually meld with it, but that probably won’t save her. I don’t know. It’s a shift in time, but it’s not as strong as parallel.”

“I . . .” Sans looked down at Frisk. “I . . .”

“To save her, you need to grant a new wish that has nothing to do with saving her. I can put you back Underground, like you once were. She a Princess or whatever. You her . . .” He looked at his paper again. “Royal Translator. It’s the best thing you can do for her, cause . . . cause I don’t know, but this could kill her instead.”