Chapter 1

Frisk, a young voiceless child stood staring at what was once in another time his friend. Sans, a lazy, pun-loving skeleton had never looked so serious or enraged. Despite his smile, an intense bloodlust emanated from him and his glowing blue eye.

"Coming back again? Pretty persistent for someone who's died 62 times don't you think?" the skeleton spoke.

Frisk had the power to reset the timeline and come back to life regardless of how often he was slain by whoever he fought. Countless times he relived happy moments with his friends countless times had he seen his friends' smiles. But this was the second time he saw the faces of his friends on the brink of death thanks to them. Frisk wasn't alone. Due to sheer curiosity he reset the timeline, he cold bloodedly took the lives of everyone he knew with the knife in his hand, he spared no one, he slaughtered every monster he could find in the underground. He had been able to barely overcome Sans the first time after 42 times. After Killing the last two monsters, King Asgore and Flowey, they were met by a mirror of themselves. That mirror introduced themselves as "Chara". Chara offered to reset the world and erase that current timeline. In exchange, they would exist along with Frisk, as two human souls in one human body. After that, over and over again Frisk crossed the Pacifist route but every time despite not killing anyone once again Chara's presence prevented true pacifism as in the end the happy ending would turn out rotten with the sudden deaths of everyone by Chara's unchanging evil once more. No matter how many times Frisk attempted and pleaded, Chara killed them all. All but void of hope, Frisk walked one more time down the path of death, the Genocide route. Striking down each and every person their eyes fell upon, with Chara constantly commenting and mocking Frisk for their actions.

For the 63'rd time, the room went monochrome, the only colors remaining were Frisk's SOUL and San's eye.

Once again, Large walls of Bones flew towards Frisk, Bones speared from below, from the sides, from above, Skulls manifested, massive beams of energy fired nearly disintegrating Frisk's body. However, Frisk had gotten used to the pattern of attacks. Each death he got faster and tougher to kill. Sans got more and more tired from each reset.

Minutes of constant attacks and missed slashes had quickly drained Sans of his energy. Eventually, both were to tired to even stand.

"Pant pant well, kiddo, looks like we're both, BONE-tired" Sans said smiling as always.

"Rrg, Frisk, just kill him now, please" Chara spoke within Frisk's mind. Chara hated Sans' Puns. more than they hated the other monsters they killed together.

"Ya know what?" Sans said getting himself back onto his feet.

The sight of this frightened Frisk as Sans' eye glew once again, more brilliantly than before. This fire was the deepest of blue's. San's right hand was planted within the pocket of his jacket as he left hand raised into the air covered in the same flame.

"I didn't really want to use my REAL special attack, but I guess you deserve it buddy." the Enraged Skeleton uttered.

In another place, another world, another person

A young child, long brown hair, a white shirt and a red skirt had come to an art museum with her parents. The Gallery of Guertena.

"Well, we're here." the mother spoke to her child. "This is you're here in the art gallery right Ib?"

Ib's parents brought Ib to this museum thinking Ib would enjoy it. Ib was a fan of art. She liked every aspect of it in any form. The creativity and freedom afforded to artists. The freedom to do literally whatever they wished to. Her parents instructed her not to get lost while observing the many different works around the area as the Gallery was quite large.

Ib had seen many things, large structures depicting a rose, multiple colored dresses, a large mural painted on the ground of the large fish-like creature dwelling within the deeps of the ocean. Eventually Ib had come across a large painting, it displayed multiple humanoid figures and a landscape similar to her surroundings, the lights began to flicker, the room became dim. Silence filled the halls of the Gallery.

"?" Ib looked around herself seeing nothing. Suddenly, multiple letters made of red paint lined the ground and walls. It read " B"

Ib looked frightened at the words spelt out. She continued through the Gallery looking for anybody, any other person within the empty rooms. She found nothing. She had walked by the mural on the ground and noticed a missing rope on the borders. The painting looked not like a painting, but an actual hole within the ground.

Thinking there was no other option Ib took her first step into the depths.

Once again, the battle in the hall of judgement.

Sans teleported behind Frisk before Frisk could react.

"Frisk! Run!" Chara shouted to their corporeal partner. It wa too late though. Sans acted first.

Instead of pain, instead of fear, Frisk didn't feel the searing pain of lasers, nor the piercing pain of bones, but the warm embrace of two arms wrapping around them.

"W-What?" Chara blurted confused.

"No more" Sans muttered quietly.

Frisk gasped lightly, they raised their faces to the sky, tears began to form in the corners of their eyes. They started trembling. Suddenly a cry rang out. Frisk had bursted into tears as the person they were trying to kill was holding them.

[Frisk cried "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry"]

"What're you doing!? Now's your chance partner! Hit him! Make him feel the pain we felt!"

Frisk wasn't raising their arms. They didn't move any part of their body but their shaking head as streams of tears ran down from their faces.

The green and yellow clothes Frisk had been wearing, a cursed mark that showed that Chara was with them at all times, a mark Frisk was unable to remove ever. That shirt and pair of pants had changed. Their green body blended and meshed into a deep blue, the yellow stripe horizontally crossing their waist changed into a purple hue.

"Frisk… you're not Chara" Sans spoke.

[Frisk said "I killed everyone! I'm a monster."]

"I know kid, but Pap believed in you, even in his last moment, so I will too." Sans spoke with a deeper voice.

Suddenly, that familiar feeling, the pain of a Bone impaling their body. Looking down, Frisk saw a large calcium formed spear had protruded from their chest.

"Please, wipe your dirty hands clean" Sans said, voice shooken.

Again, Frisk appeared in a black void, in front of them were large white letters reading "GAME OVER" with a small caption below. Instead of saying "Getttttt dunked on!" as it had said occasionally before, it said "I believe in you"

Alongside Frisk was Chara once more.

"This is what you get partner," Chara scolded. "If you had just hit him then and there you could have instantly won. Ugh, time for try number 64~" Chara reached their hand out to the "Continue" button, but moments before they could press it they heard something, the sound of another button being pressed.

"W-What?" Chara turned to see Frisk pushing "Do not"

"What in the underground are you doing!?" Chara sprinted towards Frisk trying to push them off of the button, however, they weren't fast enough. The two other times this happened, the void would turn white, then the landscape would change about seven seconds later, they would be lying on a flowerbed as they always had. This time was different.

Frisk's vision was different, the area was different. Instead of laying on a flowerbed, they were falling. Looking to their side, Frisk saw a young girl, her eyes closed, also falling into this near bottomless pit.

END