So what happens if your computer has a special ability to generate sentient life within itself, turning simple ones and zeroes in a game into a living universe?
One, you play a game
Two, game comes alive behind the scenes
Three, you Uninstalled
Four...
It has been [...] days since the player stopped playing the game. Frisk and Chara desperately missed everyone in the Underground.
There is nothing in the void that is worth doing other than huddling somewhere in the void's darkness. Save for the spotlight that hovers above them wherever they go, the whole place is pitch black.
Unfortunate as it may seem, Frisk always perceives a silver lining. At least she and Chara are together. Having each other for company.
*Whoosh*
Well, they only had each other for company... Sometimes.
They looked up from their usual position and brightened up at the sight of one of their usual visitors.
"Error!" they got up and ran towards him, sharply stopping six feet away from him. They didn't want to be reminded of what will happen whenever they get near him like on their first meeting.
.....
It was pitch black in the void, as black as it always was, save for the blinding white light illuminating their position like a spotlight.
Frisk and Chara had given up counting the days when the player will arrive. They lost count after reaching a hundred but it's probably just months, or maybe years?, from the Natural World where the player resides. System 21 time is crazy. Or maybe not so crazy at all. It's just time in System 21 is irrelevant.
Chara scoffed. "Our curse of awareness is a fucking joke."
"Chara, you know it's a gift from the System." Frisk chided, even though deep down, she also wanted to agree with Chara.
"Oh, go suck a lemon, Frisk. You know I know what you feel deep inside. You better be thankful cause I'm the one letting it out for you."
Frisk was about to respond when...
*Whoosh*
"Whoa. It's so dark in here, I can't even see myself... Heh."
"That voice..." Without any thought, they sprung to their feet and began running towards the voice. "Sans!"
The moment they come close enough for their light to shine on 'Sans', it was too late to stop running into him, too late to see that he wasn't the Sans they knew and too late to see his horrified expression.
With a panicked swing of his arm, they were flung back, hitting the pitch black 'ground' of the void so hard they can hear their body give a thud on impact.
The image of a black Sans with uneven eyes, where one is red with a white pupil while the other is a combination of red, yellow and blue. A series of Error texts also float around him along with some parts of himself that were glitching off of him. This was not their Sans.
The image of the black Sans lingered in their memory before blacking out. No pun intended.
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