AHHHHH IM SERIOUSLY RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS
I just think everyone's neutral, no good nor bad
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Frisk's POV
Wow, that 'Reaper' guy actually managed to get me stuck in the SAVE screen.
Again.
Why?
Why me?
I was just trying to finish my genocide run to not cause further problems...
And he killed me... For doing my job. It isn't my fault that Geno blocked the hit.
Well, I'd better get comfy. I have a feeling that I'll be stuck here for a long long time....
Geno's POV
'...am I dead?
Did I finally die?
Am I... Free?
No, I dare not think that, I have to live for Reaper and Goth...
My dear child...
I am so sorry.'Those are my thoughts as I am pulled into the black void of, well, nothing. My consciousness, maybe? It's surprisingly comfortable- as comfortable as nothing can get, at least. I feel myself being dragged further and furthur into the dark abyss. I touch my skull, feeling cracks. Welp, that can't be helped... I was falling. Hard. I was dying.
"No! I'm not ready! I can't die yet!... I can't- no... Please..."
*you called for help
*but nobody came
I fought against it. A bright light shone above me, inviting me to come, welcoming me... It was so warm... I reached out, hoping to touch it, to embrace it. My fingertips lightly brushed it, and it suddenly filled me with joy, warmth, love.
It gave me the will to live
*you are filled with DETERMIATION
*you called for help
*somebody came
A hand grasped mine, pulling me out,
I chuckled. "See you on the other side, buddy."
Sans' POV
What?...
Did Geno just save me?
Why?
I fall to my knees, eyesockets dark. I can faintly hear Death himself and Frisk fighting.
This was all my fault.
I didn't stop the kid, hell, I didn't even kill them even once during this run- how pathetic is that?
And now, because I was an idiot, Geno's dying.
Hopefully they'll RESET
I need my bro...
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I was a bit lazy on the background
A/NHow?....
Anyhow, thx <3
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FanfictionThis was my first story. Sans, after a round of particularly draining RESETS, wants to get to the root of the problem. And so, he asks. He gets an answer, but things start to jumble and blend into an incomprehensible mixture of worlds and theories...