Dk: As much as I would LOVE to, I do not own Undertale .
Let's start out with some Sans, and, unfortunately, it's not happy. :'(
One.
Time keeps going. I can't stop it from continuing it's path. Why even bother? It won't make a difference.
Two.
Everything existing, everyone worth protecting, won't even notice.
Three.
It's a struggle to pull myself out of bed in the morning, knowing it will never matter. Still, my soul makes me move forward, trying to find something I'll never have, Hope.
Four.
Papyrus, seeing you bright and cheerful, it keeps me going. I saw you this morning concentrating on your Junior Jumble. You've always worked hard during any task you have done. Compared to me, your lazy, short, older, brother. It always surprises me how you're always sure of yourself. Maybe, it's just me, having my thoughts all jumbled up. I love you bro, no hell that I go through can change that. You know I hate making promises, but I'll make you an exception. I promise that I'll get you to the surface, and I promise that we'll stay there.
Five.
Knock Knock Tori. Who's there? A very bonely skeleton. A very bonely skeleton who? A very bonely skeleton who has no one to tell knock knock jokes to. I know you welcome every faller into your home. And every time they manage to get past you and out the door. The only reason you talk to me is because you don't know that I killed most of them. I've never enjoyed doing it, but it had to be done. Monsters NEED to see the surface and I don't any human's blood on their hands. Especially Papyrus. I'm sorry, but you won't remember, you haven't before and you won't now. Just be careful around this next faller, whichever name they pick.
Six.
Why won't it stop, what have I done? What did I do to deserve this? My H.P. is steadily decreasing. It's probably due to me losing HoPe. It's at thirteen now and it keeps falling. Oh sweet surface above, I really don't want it to reach zero.
Seven
Seven is supposed to be a lucky number, to me, it's just another number though. I checked on my soul to see how it was handling the smaller H.P. and I was chilled to my bones when I laid my eye sockets on the cracks carved into it. I blame the resets. Frisk had the ability and so did the others before them. They end up losing it after a total of three times, but Frisk, they didn't. I wish for the day to come when this eternal nightmare will be over, and I can finally relax.
Eight
I've felt the pain of a knife cutting through my bone. I've seen my brother die while I just watched, not doing anything to stop it. I've killed them dozens of times and witnessed hundreds of monsters being killed. I've experienced the warmth of the sun for the first time, and second, and third. Nothing ever changes.
Nine.
I brought my hand towards the ground, Frisk following it. The image of flesh and blood splattered across the hall and my mind. Their sins will never be forgiven. The world flashed black and white for a moment, and I was back amidst the pillars. Their red eyes glaring at me in pure and utter hatred. No, hatred is a word to weak to describe the look in their eyes. Rest assured, the feeling is returned right back at them. I once said at the start that time keeps going. At least for Frisk and I it does. I don't know what happens to the timelines before this one. Maybe there's a vortex that swallows them or something. Heh, that would be a real time consumer. Sighing, I turned towards Frisk and said my usual script. There was a familiar agonizing pain across my chest and red liquid dripped between my skeletal fingers.
"papyrus, you want anything?"
Ten.
In the end, it all goes back to one.