Determination fills you.
The dust flies in the air, swirling around you.
The underground is silent for once, the emptiness cold and disapproving, yet something bothers you.
There are still voices, begging you to stop. They call your name.
Napstablook.
Toriel.
Papyrus.
Undyne.
The Monster Kid.
Mettaton.
Alphys.
And he stands. The comedian. His face is shrouded in shadow as you watch him. The foolish figure is just another pawn to knock over.
You hesitate for a moment, and walk towards him, knife in hand.
He looks up, smiling that same goofy smile. He stands, in the same lazy slouch, wearing that blue hoodie. It didn't seem like he was even aware of the fact you had killed everyone. How clueless.
You feel your sins crawling at your back.