Tired

Repeating

Enjoy this beautiful pic of Horror
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Frisk's POV:
Why?
I obeyed their will before, leading me on endless paths and through countless dangers. I had trusted them at first, their arms guiding mine, their whispers entertaining infinite possibilities, they see what I see, hear what I hear, I let them subdue me, I let them take over my dialogue, my actions, my world, my friends... Everything. I might be pushing the blame onto someone else, but in the end...
I am the one to blame.
I did what they asked of me, fearing my own safety and hoping they wouldn't alter the course of this world. I hoped wrong.
I broke Sans.
I betrayed him.
I was selfish.
I lied.
I changed the code.
I allowed the anomalies to happen.
And now, I must face the consequences.
Chara has finally moved on to the next world, hopefully, so I'll have to face this alone.
Sans stands in front of me, holding hands with Fresh. Under different circumstances, I would have ran up to them and hugged the couple. This time, I don't trust my body to do so. One heavy step after another, I advance towards Sans, struggling every step of the way. Sans immediately spots the traces of murder I committed in the Ruins, and activates his magic. Fresh follows. Surprisingly, Sans lets wisps of blue magic float out of his eyesocket- he usually reserves that for later in battle, or, at least, when I engage in one. Hatred seems to be the only emotion he's capable of showing right now.

"Kid... What's the meaning of this."

Not even a question anymore. He doesn't need to ask. He knows. 

Even so, I open my mouth to respond, my tongue as rough as sandpaper and as dry as sand. I freeze in place. They are not allowing me to speak. Instead of giving him his answer, I lower my head. They summon the Toy Knife.

Here we go. Again.

A pitch black surrounds me, and an all-too-familiar beat plays...