Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 72: Hypothetically

Sans bent down and picked up Frisk. His Papyrus went on his way to talk to Amanda. “Okay. So,” Sans began. “We didn’t ever restart, we just multiplied. These dimensions that weren't supposed to be, they are the real reason for everything happening.” He looked down toward Frisk. “What the other Sans remembered about his past. That’s all the minds coming together that still existed of me,” he noted.

“My real uncle,” Marty said. “Not a copy. They stupidly called it 'restarting'. It used the same tech as his invention that created the fiasco in the first place. It was one of the few things that could track it. Trust me, I know a lot. I befriended and killed him several times to see what his mind had created."

Marty sounded proud of that.

“Fine,” Sans said, trying hard to keep his promise. “We can only save one world?"

“We should probably try two,” the other Papyrus offered. “The universe would probably be fine with some meddling? If not, then we could whittle it down to one. It’s just that there are a lot of memories still out there. Getting time to adjust to each one in sections, if need be, may be smart.”

“It's a ridiculous idea,” Marty insisted. “Even with as few worlds as there is left, and even if you try to understand the truth, it will drive everyone crazy. The work is almost done.” He looked toward Sans. “I have another Frisk. She’s four, and she makes determination like crazy. That’s where the extra determination came from. If you just let me fix your Frisk up enough to take care of the other worlds, I’ll let your world be the one that stands.”

“Oh? You mean, just let you have my wife’s head, kill Amanda, take her soul somehow, join them together, and take out everyone except my dimension?” Sans questioned. “Yeah? No, no way! You keep your hands off of them!”

“The other way,” the other Papyrus said to Marty. “We should try the other way, Maritime Sans.”

“It will feel like you’ve ran through many lives,” Marty said. “You don’t know how you’ll all handle it.”

“Like Sans did,” the other Papyrus said to Marty. “Like the Sans of my dimension did. It wasn't easy. He was sad. He became a little distant when he remembered.”

“When he became the full Sans again. Yeah, well, this time there’s no unremembering because it will be more than memories. It’s all you,” Marty warned him. “I think it’s kinder to just kill off the excess than put them through hell in their heads. How will you cope? How will your feuding kings fight when it comes down to it all? Who has it more together? King Asgore or King Asriel?"

“We can’t give up,” the other Papyrus said toward Marty. “If we have to have different dimensional memories, then so it must be. No more murder,” he said softly toward Marty. “Can’t you dream of a good life with no murder?”

Marty flinched. “ . . . I still had to,” he insisted. “If this crazy plan works, then you still have to admit it! You couldn’t handle 100 different timelines in your heads. It’ll be bad enough with whatever you decide to go with. But you know, I still had to do what I had to do. Everyone would have gone crazy. They still might.”

“Sure, okay.” Sans shrugged. “You’re right. I’ll give you that, there's no way it could be done with all that. But.” His left light guider looked toward him, blazing blue. “You should have done it yourself. Any real monster wouldn’t have used a kid to do it’s own dirty work. That’s a coward right there.”

“Let’s not get into this.” The other Papyrus looked toward his son. “Maritime Sans, let’s be good. Whether there was any choice or not, let’s focus on the future. Okay? We can still have a future without any more murder. Now.” He took a deep breath. “How should we do this?”