Blame on me {An Undertale fanfic}

Chapter 1

Frisk's Pov

What if's really are strong tempetions when you have the power to do and undo your actions, in an endless loop that you control. Some says that I did it just because I could, others think I think I'm above consequences...

Well, with 'some' and 'others', who do you think I mean? Here's a hint: no one, from this side of the screen at least.

Wanna know what the ones here think?

"Frisk, that little kid! She saved us all, She gave us freedom!"They'll tell you.

Only Sans knows about my genocides, all the resets I did so I could obtain EVERY SINGLE final. Let's just say I didn't stop after 3 or 4 resets...heh, You should have seen his face in the Judgment Hall! Funny how I fooled him.

"Guys like me aren't easy to be played for fools" he said, ah!

But please, don't get me wrong. I'm not bad nor mean, I cryed the first time I killed every one and I'm glad I did, it made it easier to fool that skeleton. Naturally, I always was sad when I slayed and turned to dust a monster, but truth is you get used to it.
After all, i had to. Why?....

Because I could.
I met Gaster, ya know.
I saved Asriel, too.
I hacked the sistem.
I glitched.
I died.
And died.
And killed.
I am no god, I shouldn't have the right to decide upon someone else's life and death. But I do.
I kill them, then bring them back to life. I have the power, I am the chosen one.

And now that I completed my quest, I've even got an alibi.
"It was her, not me! She controled my body, she made me do it! I didn't want to. Every time, she took more and more posses over my body and I had no way out. My determination gave me the strength to fight back! Only after all this time I managed to, since every time she'd erase the world she'd take my soul to create another one and restart. My soul rigenerated every time, soI took them all back creating the one last soul to break the barrier! Now we are free, let's leave the past behind. Let's leave her behind. Pal?"

"Pals" Sans answered. Fool.
I should have thanked her for existing, if she didn't I'd have no one to blame for my actions.

Thanks to her....

I'm above consequences.

I don't have to tell you who she is, do I? You know, just a simple character in my game...you shouldn't care about her. She is a murderer, so don't go near her, don't talk to her, don't look at her, act like she doesn't exist. She killed everyone over and over for personal pleasure. Just a soul-less megalomaniac, that's what she is.

I am really convincing, aren't I? Could be an actress, so fake I am...

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A/n: hi guys! So, as some of you may already know, this is my first english story and since English is not my first language, I wanted to say sorry for my grammar mistakes. Feel free to correct me in the comments. I am Italian so tell me if you want me to rewrite this in italian and I'll do a separate story that will be this one's translation. If you are from another country and you'd like to translate this in your own Language, you can ask me in the comments or send me a message.

About the story: I didn't want Frisk to be a selfish asshole, but as I wrote this I realised I seem to have pictured her as the villain! That wasn't on purpose, not my intention, but what can I say? Here Chara is the victim, so I guess it works well like this. But Frisk is not the villain, keep that in mind!

That's all, bye bye!

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