random thoughts

Dead End

Sans sat atop Mt Ebott, taking in the view. Even though it was the 268th time he'd done this, he still found it rather calming.

"Hey Sans."

He turned to see Frisk walking towards him. They sat down beside him and watched the city below.

"Ya need sumthin kid?"

Frisk continued staring at the city for a few moments before answering.

"Sans," they finally said. "There's a couple things I need to talk to you about."

He didn't like the serious tone in their voice, but he was curious.

"Go on," he told them. "Whaddya wanna talk about?"

Frisk took a deep sigh.

"First, I want to apologize. For being so selfish. All those times I reseted, and threw you back into your old life. All because I was too scared to keep going."

This took Sans by surprise. They hadn't apologized for anything before, or even shown any signs of remorse.

"Kid, where is this coming from?"

Frisk ignored his question.

"The second thing I want to tell you... is... goodbye."

Sans was dumbstruck. What did Frisk mean by 'goodbye?' They didn't mean they were resetting, they could make it through the Ruins in a couple hours. But what did they mean?

"Frisk. I don't understand."

But they ignored him.

"I know everyone will miss me, but I don't see any other option."

"Frisk!" He shouted. "Tell me what's going on."

A look of anger crossed their face.

"Do I really have to spell it out?" They said in an annoyed voice. "Is it really that difficult to get through your thick skull? I'm dying!"

Sans couldn't believe what he was hearing. Frisk had spent what felt like years fleeing from death, quite literally in some cases. And now they were just giving up?

"But your reset ability, it wouldn't allow ya to die."

Frisk seemed to deflate at this comment.

"Once I decide to permanently stay on the surface, I'll lose my control over the timelines." Frisk explained. "All those times I should have died will catch up with me, and I'll cease to exist."

"There must be sumthin that can done. Some way to save yerself."

"Do you really think I haven't tried everything I could think of?" They said rather harshly. "What do you care anyways? If wasn't for your promise to Toriel, I'd be dead where I stand."

Frisk curled up into a ball, and the two were silent for a while.

"What about everyone else?" He asked. "Won't they miss you?"

"No. When I disappear, no one will notice." They said calmly. "I might pop up in conversation from time to time, and people may notice they haven't seen me in a while. But no one will think it's unusual. No one will come looking for me. No one will realize what happened. Except you."

"Me?"

"Now that I've told you, you'll be immune." Frisk explained. "I had to get this weight off my shoulders before I left. But now I've put a new weight on your shoulders."

They looked over at him and smiled, though tears were streaming down their face.

"See? I told you that I'm selfish..."

Frisk stood up, and held out their hand. Two buttons appeared in front of them. One read 'reset,' the other 'continue.' they wiped away their tears, and looked at him one last time.

"Good bye Sans, and good luck."

They pressed continue, and a warning popped up. They hit 'yes' before he had a chance to read it.

A strong wind blew through, and Frisk started to turn to dust.

"They were right." Frisk mumbled. "I'm not above consequences..."

And with that they were gone, their dust carried away by the wind.