Time. That's something that I've had far, far too much of as of late. Alas, not time that I can spend with my family or get to work on something to save monsterkind. No, of course not. Fate never seemed to have shone too kindly in my general direction.
Yet time seems to have little to no meaning in this… place… I cannot tell if it has been months, years, decades or even centuries since I… entered. All because of the conflict between two mere children who have decided that it would be best to use the underground as nothing more than a board on which to play their little game. A game called 'Undertale'. Or so the code tells me.
You may have figured my identity out by now, but if you have not, then I will leave you to continue guessing. After all, what fun is there in giving away answers for free- especially if you have nobody to talk to except for yourself and whatever beings lie in the universe observing my own?
However, that is beside the point. I am not here to discuss the potentials of alternate universes or the possibilities of higher powers, but the little game between a human and demon. Good and evil. Peace and destruction. Frisk and Chara. The unknown human who fell not so long ago (unless you are trapped here like me) and the devil spawn who has been hiding in the underground not long after it was sealed off from the rest of the world.
One of them wishes to set everyone free and has been able to more times than I care to count now, but the other is bent on complete destruction and utter devastation. I have tried so many times to intervene in the affairs of those unfortunate enough to be in their path, but I have been rendered as useless as I was during my endeavours to break the barrier. Hopelessness has never been a familiar emotion of mine until very recently… But it is not one that I wish to carry the burden of any longer.
Neither of those children know the consequences of their actions yet. They are starting to strain time, space and reality itself- all without even knowing it. So, yes, I may have time. Too much time. But I can put it to use and do the one thing that I seem to be able to do here. I can think. I can plan. I can make a difference, but only when the right time finally arrives. Because when I am finally able to break out of my prison, I will ensure that the children do not have a bad time. No…
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THEY WILL HAVE A TRULY ATROCIOUS EXPERIENCE
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So I will watch them tear everything apart as they play their little game. It won't take much longer- especially at the rate that they're going. I will wait. I cannot do much more in this state. But when the moment arises, I will make sure that there will be no more resets, no more unnecessary deaths and no more pain. Well, for those who don't play with things they don't understand at least…
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*Knowing that the future of both monster and humankind rests in his hands, the unknown figure...*
*…is filled with DETERMINATION*
~AN~
Hello! I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. I've been toying around with writing some Undertale fanfiction for a while, but I haven't had the time to do anything major (unlike the 'mysterious figure ' here). I have been meaning to update my Outlast fanfiction too, but, as I said, too many ideas and not enough time. But anywho, let me know if you enjoyed this and I may consider starting up something new and Undertale related when my life clears up a bit!
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