Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 77: Repurposed Soul

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Fun Level 66 . . .

“I need to know.”

Marty turned in his office and saw Papyrus. Not again. “Unless you all got brave and got actual news about the process, I’m continuing with Frisk.” He looked back toward his papers.

“I need to know!”

His voice sounded panicked. “Know what?” Marty asked.

“Don’t you 'know what' me!” Papyrus marched toward Marty. “Did you do it?”

“What?”

“Who is Amanda to you?! Why did you pick that particular human?”

Oh. Marty tried to look back at his papers, but Papyrus knocked them out of his hands.

“Is she her?” Papyrus asked him. “Is she your own mother? Is she?”

Marty bent down to pick up his papers. This copy. It was really getting into his skull. “It doesn’t matter who she is, with Frisk, she has the ability to destroy dimensions. Something I should be doing now. Maybe I should start it with yours.”

“Which one? 66 or 74?”

Hm? “So you joined.” Marty put his papers on his desk and clapped. “Good to see you had initiative.”

“Maritime Sans!” Papyrus actually grabbed him on the hem of his lab coat. So unlike him. “You are my son, and I will do what I can to make you good! But you must tell me the truth!”

“It won’t make things better.”

“Tell me!"

“It was Sans who said it, wasn’t it? I had a feeling he picked it up.” Marty pulled himself away again, fixing his lab coat. “I was the only one left. You were Underground.”

“You’re not supposed to do that.”

“And the dimension isn’t supposed to multiply itself out. It didn’t give a damn about that, so why would I give a damn about the rules?” Marty dusted himself off. “I was a kid. I lost my dad. I lost my dimension. I half lost my mind. So I took something back.”

“You don’t give life twice to a human. It calls for a sacrifice,” Papyrus said softly. “Do you know what happens with a sacrifice? A sacrifice to a soul? It can’t take it!”

“Her mind wasn't the same, I know. It was close enough.” Marty shrugged. “She was the one who came up with the idea to destroy everything. Said it was better on the other side for everyone. After I worked up the courage to say yes, she told me all about Gaster. Even showed me his devices. Gave me ideas and plans for when I got older. She even showed me who to sacrifice other parts of her soul to. The more wicked the person I had gave her had been in each dimension, the more efficient she became.”

Papyrus held his bony hands to his mouth.

“As time went by, humanity got a lot better at taking care of humans and souls with technology, making sure they didn’t go batshit crazy when they were allowed a second life,” Marty said. “She always had a habit of laughing and then screaming and then crying as she took care of me. I didn't mind though. She was someone that was there for me. We carried out plans together, and I hated every time I had to lose her.” He shrugged. “She looks different in each dimension she exists in, but it’s still the same.”

“So. It is true.” Papyrus looked toward his feet. “This is . . . disconcerting. A little bit of evil. A little bit of good.”

“A little bit of good?” A copy of his father actually said that about his actions? “In what way was it a little bit of good?”