Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and ROCKSTARS-

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Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: APPLE and PC-

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Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: Humans and Monsters…..

Reset: A Multitude of Errors

By Dclnsfrd

Inspired by the play "Sure Thing" by David Ives

Frisk was walking on Mount Ebbot one day. No one was sure why, not even the Narrator. But suddenly, they tripped and fell into a hole, screaming "THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!"-

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But suddenly, they tripped and fell down a hole, screaming, "YIPPIE KI-YAY, MOTHER-"

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But suddenly, they tripped and fell down a hole, screaming, "YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING FUN!"

They landed with a splat….?

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They landed with a crunch?!

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They landed with a thud, cushioned by a patch of lovely, harmless, golden flowers.

"Shows what you know," Frisk muttered.

Quiet, you.

They stepped forward carefully as their eyes adjusted to the lower light. Walking forward, the numerous flowers seemed to stop suddenly, leaving another flower to stand alone. Frisk wasn't sure why this seemingly identical flower was not growing with the others. Before they could proceed further, they jumped as a voice seemed to speak to them from no visible source. It was a charming voice, yet almost eerie against the darkness.

"Wanna buy some drugs," it asked.

"Sure," said Fris-

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"Wanna see a dead body," it asked.

"No, but I can show you some in a few minutes."

PACIFIST RUN, FRISK!

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"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower! But enough with the formalities," the flower chuckled as white pellets began to float in a circle around Frisk, its face transforming into a nightmare that got caught in a garbage disposal, "let's just skip to the part where I kill you."

The human child's eyes went wide as death slowly encircled them, their feet walking around boxes of text that they won't notice for a few chapters. They began to mutter ridiculous accusations and curses against a certain gorgeous, totally competent narrator.

As Frisk could almost feel the points of the bullet-like objects scratching their skin, a ball of flame began to float to the left of the wacked-out weed. This surprised the both of them, causing the ring of projectiles to halt. The fireball bounced to the ground and back up again, launching the deranged dandelion further into the darkness and causing the threat against Frisk's life to disappear before their eyes.

"Okay, maybe you're not always a psycho," they said, dusting off their sweater. (Uh, thanks?) "But that flower looked surprised by the flying fireball," they rested their face on their palm, "and I can't believe that sentence ever needed to be said. So if that flame wasn't from that whatever-it-was, then who?"

"Oh," said a female voice, stepping forward to show herself as being a creature more cuddly than a human and less of a quadruped than a goat. "I just missed is all. Let me try again."

WHY, GOAT-MOM?!

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"My name is Toriel," said the mysterious rescuer. "I don't know why such a young human would be all alone here, but I couldn't stand by and let you die! We shall go to my house. There's food enough for the both of us, and room for you to sleep. Come," she said, reaching out her furry hand, "let's go."

"Uh, the name's Frisk, not 'Come.'" Oh shut your face and all that is attached to it. "But I like the idea of food." They placed their hand in the hand of their fluffy protector, feeling like nothing could touch them as long as she was by their side. "Can anyone tell us what 'foreshadowing' is," Frisk sarcastically whispered.

Yes, the two of them walked toward Toriel's home further into the caves to begin a new life together.

For real.

Yep.

Totally.