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"With all due respect, Ambassador... what was it again?"

The politician sat at his desk, staring at the figure before him. They wore a black suit jacket over a blue and purple striped shirt. Their hair was brown, shoulder-length, and their face held a stoic expression.

They smiled politely. "Frisk. Just Frisk."

The politician chuckled. "Alright, just Frisk," He said, a little bit rudely, "as I was saying, your decision is... very strange. We'll leave it at that."

The ambassador didn't respond.

"Surely you do notice the contradictory nature of your decision. Just seven months ago, you arrived at the embassy with a distinct view of what you wanted to achieve, not just for yourself, but for human and monsterkind. And now..." He trailed off.

"Are you finished?"

"Y... yes."

The ambassador leaned forward. "Listen, sir," they said conspiratorially. "I understand your confusion. However, I intend to proceed with this, whether you like it or not. This is my decision, and mine alone."

The politician's lip curled. How dare they speak to him this way! And to think they had caught him off guard with that pleasant charade...

"Ambassador, I hate to be the voice of doom, but this is not your decision to make. That is the embassy's responsibility."

The ambassador was undeterred.

"Is that so?" They said softly. "I suppose you had better take a look at these." They retrieved an envelope from the inside pocket of their suit, and placed it on the desk. The politician eyed it cautiously, before slowly and carefully opening it.

Photographs spilled out of it. One depicted him in the embassy's break room, arms around a woman in a white dress. They were kissing each other. He stared at the photo, his mouth open in shock. The next one he looked at showed her undoing his shirt buttons.

"I... I..." He looked up at the ambassador. They were leaning back in their chair, eyes closed, smiling. "You bastard! How did you get these?"

"You lost your right to ask questions," they said.

The politician was furious. "How did you get these?" He growled, this time in a lower voice. He couldn't let anybody see these, otherwise his career would be ruined, and the ambassador knew this very well.

"Here's what's going to happen," the ambassador said coldly. "You're going to do as you're told, or all of this goes public."

The politician gritted his teeth. "You... you..." He couldn't finish his sentence. The ambassador looked satisfied as they packed the photos back into the envelope, tucking it into their pocket. "Gosh, my friend. You look a little pissed off about something. Care to share?"

The politician bit back a scathing retort.

They shrugged. "Alright then. Keep it to yourself, that's how they always are." They stood up, brushing off their suit. "Well, I think I've made my point." As their hand grasped the doorknob, they turned around. "Oh, and, by the way... If you tell anyone about this, not only will these—" they patted the envelope in their pocket. "—go public, but I'm afraid I'll have to punish your loved ones too."

He stood up. "Y-you can't do this, ambassador!"

They shrugged. "Can and will."

"Th-this is ridiculous, surely you can see that!"

They raised a hand, silencing him. Then, they slowly turned to face him. "You must have misunderstood...

"Since when were you the one in control?"

The politician looked on helplessly as they smiled at him one last time, and then left, closing the door behind them.


The embassy's decision was unanimous. They voted in the ambassador's favour, and refused to answer any questions posed by reporters as to what the subject of these meetings was. Frisk had been quite clear on that matter.

Now, they had the entire embassy wrapped around their finger. Every decision they made could just go ahead. It didn't need to be halted by any of those fools who thought a vote against them would count for anything. They were now in control. Just as they should be.


They started off small.

They had their officers arrest Snowdrake. He was brought to the embassy so that Frisk could interview him. Initially, they acted sympathetically. They explained that this was all a big misunderstanding, and that they would clear it up. Snowy took it, hook, line, and sinker. Frisk had him placed in a holding cell for the time being, while they had more monsters bought in. A steady line began forming. The ambassador promised to help each and every one of them.

The monsters waited, albeit a bit nervously, for someone to come and tell them that they could go home to their families.

But nobody came.

Frisk occasionally visited their cells to update them on their work. They told the monsters that the embassy was working hard to find answers as to why they were detained unfairly. They apologised and promised they'd get them back to their families. They told them that they were even working on a court case to bring justice to the people who caused this.

Frisk lied.


One day, Frisk sent their guards to the monsters's cells. The guards told them that they were wanted as witnesses in the Supreme Court case Ambassador Frisk had talked about. The monsters obliged. They were divided into groups of ten and bundled into the back of trucks. They were moving for about an hour or two. After that, the trucks began to gradually slow. Then, they stopped. When the monsters stepped out of the trucks, they finally realised that they had been betrayed.


Ebott Prison had been set up for a reason. Not to cause unnecessary pain to the monsters imprisoned there. But to conduct experiments on the power of SOULs, both monster and human. Then, when all the research had been done, they could move to the final phase of their plan.

Currently, Frisk was preoccupied. They had gone back to the Underground to retrieve something.

The six human SOULs.

They recovered them all one-by-one. Patience, Bravery, Integrity, Kindness, Perseverance, and Justice. All the human SOULs that they needed were now theirs.

They were contained, hidden in a locked room that only they had access to. Now, they could start on the monster SOULs.


All was going according to plan. The monsters were being forced to endure hours of back-breaking physical labour, but for good reason. Frisk wanted to see how long it took for them to break. They wanted to see how long they could hold out. What limitations their bodies had, and how far those limits could be pushed.

Obviously, Whimsun broke first, so Frisk had the pathetic thing executed. Currently, the strongest seemed to be Aaron, much to Frisk's disgust. He appeared to be suffering, but hid it behind that cocky smile, winking his way through it all.

Eventually, Frisk had all the data they needed. Now they were composing a list of all the monsters that would make the final cut, and those who would face the firing squad. Aaron passed, and so did Madjick, although Frisk wasn't surprised by this. Shyren was useless, and so was Woshua, Loox, and Vegetoid. Astigmatism seemed to be hovering somewhere in between, so Frisk decided that this was its chance to prove itself.

Frisk saved their work and transferred it to their flash drive. Pulling the stick out of the tower's USB port, they pocketed it as they strode out the door. Knight Knight was standing opposite them.

"Evening."

Frisk nodded. As they were leaving, they said over their shoulder. "Thank you for all your hard work."

"Ambassador... is Madjick alright? I... miss them."

Frisk stopped. After a long pause, they responded, "Yes. They are safe."

Knight Knight was quiet for a moment, before finally speaking.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."


When Frisk came through the door, they found themselves surrounded by darkness. Everyone must be asleep, thought Frisk. They made their way into the kitchen, their hand stuck out like a zombie. As they were setting their things down on the table, they heard a voice that sounded all too familiar.

"it's a beautiful night outside... crickets are chirping, stars are shining...

"on nights like this, kids like you...

"should be taking a break."

Somebody turned on the lights. "Surprise!"

Frisk looked around. Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, and even Asgore were all standing in a circle around them. Sans was there too, lounging in one of the chairs.

"Greetings, my child," said Toriel, smiling gently.

"since you've been working so hard, we reckon you could use a break," added Sans.

"SO, MISS TORIEL MADE YOU A PIE! AND I MADE MY WORLD-FAMOUS SPAGHETTI!" boomed Papyrus.

"So we could all thank ya for workin' so hard!" said Undyne.

"W-we know how hard it is... d-d-dealing with all the m-monsters's problems, so..." stammered Alphys.

"So, we just wanted to say, 'thanks, Frisk'," said Asgore, his voice deep and soft.

Looking at all of them standing here now reminded them of what they were trying to accomplish. And despite seeing all the love they were displaying for Frisk, they felt not the slightest bit of guilt or regret for what they were doing. They had their reasons, just as the monsters had their reasons for loving them.

Frisk was snapped out of their mental musings by the sound of Toriel's voice. "So, my child... what do you think?"

They looked at everyone, just happy to be there with Frisk. Then, they smiled and said:

"I love it."


"Another drink, please."

"I think you've had enough."

The politician shook his head. "Nonsense."

The fiery bartender poured him another drink in silence. "Good man," the politician mumbled, raising his glass. "To me. And to you too, I suppose."

The bartender nodded, then left to serve another customer.

"To me, indeed." He said to himself sarcastically. He took a sip of the bitter drink, feeling himself relax further.

Out of all the bars he could've chosen, he wasn't sure why he picked this one. Surely there was at least one inconspicuous bar that wasn't overrun with monsters. It felt so strange to sit here, surrounded by strange creatures he'd never thought existed. He felt like an outsider. Although monsters probably felt the same, he reasoned. The monsters's integration into human society had been tricky, and fraught with much media scrutiny. He didn't expect to be able to change people's minds. He understood them, because he had once felt the same about the idea of monsters and humans living together. He had thought the idea ridiculous. But just talking to Frisk had gradually changed his view on the whole thing. These were creatures different from humanity inside and out, yet they held no grudges. It was remarkable.

"heya grillbz. the usual."

The politician was jolted back to reality. He looked over to see who was talking. It was a skeleton in a blue jacket, black shorts, and... pink, fluffy slippers. He stifled a snort behind his hand.

The bartender set a bottle of ketchup on the bench. The politician cringed as the skeleton downed half the bottle, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He turned to the politician, grinning. "heya. you work with frisk, don't'cha?"

The politician's expression darkened. Just one day where nobody mentioned that brat's name. Was that really too much to ask?

"Frisk..." He grumbled. "Yes."

The skeleton chuckled. "tibia honest, you look pretty pissed off about something."

His expression darkened further. "Really."

The skeleton shrugged. "what can i say?" He took a swig of ketchup, before extending a hand. "name's sans. sans the skeleton."

The politician accepted it. The moment they shook hands, the sound of a whoopee cushion filled his ears. For a moment, the bar was alive with the sound of laughter.

"Heh heh heh..."

"Got 'em good, Sans..."

"That's his fourth this night..."

Sans chuckled, as if to emphasise his joke. "heh. that one never gets old."

The politician rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure it doesn't. My name is-"

"yeah, i know who you are, so we'll just cut to the chase." His voice sounded much more serious now.

"what brings you to grillby's?"

"I... beg your pardon?"

"y'know... i thought your type'd be at some kind of fancy establishment."

The politician ignored Sans's backhanded remark.

"Well... I suppose I just wanted to go somewhere more..." He paused. "Discreet for once."

"hmm... interesting. why's that, if you don't mind me askin'?"

The politician hesitated, then leaned closer to Sans. "Can you keep a secret?"

Sans shrugged once more. "i never make promises. but, for a friend of frisk's, i guess i can make an exception."

The politician's voice dropped to a whisper. "It's about them, unfortunately."

Sans's smile faded a little. "it is?"

"Yes."

There was a short silence between the two, until Sans broke it. "alright, lay it on me."

"I can't tell you much, because..." He hesitated, before starting again. "All I can tell you is that Frisk is acting... strangely as of late."

Sans was disappointed, and didn't bother to hide it. "is that really it?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it is."

"well, i just want'cha to know that i don't hold any grudges against any ya."

"How is that relevant to what we're talking about?"

"my point is that i'm not judgin' ya for what ya are." Sans took another swig of ketchup. "i'm just sayin' you're a bit of an ass for changin' your opinion on monsters the moment it suits ya. that's all."

The politician was a little embarrassed by this.

"I understand. It was not the most mature decision to make, but it was the most convenient at the time."

"that's what they all say," snickered Sans.

"But-"

"welp, nice chattin' with ya. i gotta get back home. paps gets REALLY cranky without anyone to read him his bedtime story." Sans downed the last of his ketchup and stood up. Turning to the bartender, he added, "thanks a million, grillbz. put it on my tab."

As the skeleton left, the politician was intrigued that so many of the monsters seemed sad to see him go. They were all saying things like, "Is he leaving already?" and "Later, friend" and "No... don't leave... come back, Sansy..."

The politician was frustrated that Sans hadn't listened to a word he'd said, but he supposed that the skeleton had been right. He had been foolish in the past, but he was different now. He'd learnt more about monsters, and because of that, he was less ignorant than he used to be.

I suppose I cannot fault him though.

Despite the fact that Sans hadn't been of any help, he was glad to at least have met him. An interesting character if ever I've seen one, he thought to himself.

He tipped the bartender and left, in much better spirits then before.


Sans had almost completely forgotten about his encounter at Grillby's after a few days, until he received a call on his phone from a number he didn't recognise. In the mood for some joke-telling, he picked up.

"heya."

"Remember me?"

"oh. it's you. how'd ya get this number?"

"That's not important," the politician said dismissively. "I'm calling to apologise."

Sans narrowed an eye. "uh-huh, for what?"

"You were right," the politician replied. "I used to be quite an ignorant man. I thought the idea that monsters and humans could live peacefully together foolish. But, through listening and learning about your kind, I began to see that perhaps it was not such a bad idea after all. And for that, I want to thank you and every other monster."

Sans was a little surprised. "uh... no probs."

"I would also like to apologise for not being entirely honest with you when we first met."

Sans stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue.

"I didn't explain why I couldn't tell you that much about Frisk. So, I am going to be honest with you."

The politician's voice dropped to a whisper, much like it had in Grillby's. "I am being blackmailed."

Sans had no reason to trust this guy, but he felt obligated to. After all, he had just apologised and sworn to tell the truth. "by who?"

"I can't say," the politician breathed. "Meet me at the parking lot near Grillby's. We'll talk there. I'll be in the black Mercedes."

"h-hold up there bucko, i don't under-"

He had hung up.


Sans arrived at the parking lot opposite Grillby's, scanning the area. It didn't take too long to find his friend's car. That he'd never be driving again. Because he was dead.

The windscreen was shattered. The guy was slumped in his seat. He'd been shot in the head. A trickle of blood was snaking its way down his face. He reached out a trembling hand to touch the politician's face. It was still warm.

Sans was not paranoid by nature, but just standing there, next to this dead guy's car, made him feel like he was going to have a bad time. He took a step back. And then another. Then one more, before he turned around and broke into a run. He ran until Grillby's was out of sight. Then, when he was sure no-one was watching, he teleported back home.

He collapsed on the lounge, gasping for air. what kind of fucked-up conspiracy have i stumbled upon? He thought, bewildered. he really was telling the truth.

There was a knock at the door.

"SANS? ARE YOU HOME?"

He breathed a sigh of relief, unlocking the door to let his brother in. The taller skeleton was carrying a Tupperware container with — no prize for guessing what it was — spaghetti in it.

"hey paps," Sans greeted shakily. "how are ya?"

"GOOD! UNDYNE WAS TELLING ME HOW I CAN SPICE UP MY SPAGHETTI WITH A PINCH OF OREGANO, SO I BROUGHT IT HOME FOR DINNER!" Papyrus was boasting, but Sans hardly noticed. He looked nervously outside, his hands fidgeting inside his pockets. Nobody in sight. Satisfied, he quickly shut the door, turning the lock and sliding the deadbolt across, also making sure to draw the chain. Papyrus had stopped talking, and was watching Sans fumbling with the many door locks with confusion in his eyes.

"SANS...? WHAT IS TROUBLING YOU, DEAR BROTHER?" Sans tensed up.

"it's..." Sans looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "it's nothing, paps. really, i'm fine."

"IT'S JUST... YOU NEVER BOTHER WITH ANY OF THE OTHER LOCK ASIDES FROM THE KNOB LOCK."

"i guess i just... wanted you to be safe?" Sans lied, albeit terribly.

"SANS! THAT'S VERY NICE OF YOU!" said Papyrus, looking very pleased with him.

"heh, thanks. just... wanted to help... out..." he mumbled, sidestepping Papyrus and heading up the stairs. "i'm... gonna go for a lie down."

"SANS! YOU'VE BEEN NAPPING ALL DAY!" Papyrus scolded halfheartedly. Sans shrugged, but didn't answer.


Three days had passed since that disastrous meeting.

Sans was lying on the couch, snoozing as usual. Papyrus was upstairs in the shower. Then, Sans was jolted awake by the sound of loud knocking on the door. It sounded as if the person was actually trying to break the door down. He groaned, and considered pretending he wasn't home. But whoever it was just started knocking harder. Reluctantly, he got up to see who it was.

He undid all the locks, save for the chain, before opening the door as far as it would allow. "who is it?"

Three guys were standing on his front porch. The one he found his eyes drawn to was the rough-looking one at the front. He was the first to speak. "FBI."

oh for the love of-

"can you fellas come back later? i'm kinda busy here," Sans growled.

"If you don't open this door now, I will knock it down, you understand me?" He said aggressively.

Sans undid the chain. They breezed into the house.

"Thank you for your co-operation."

Sans scoffed. co-operation my ass.

"you guys want somethin' to drink?" said Sans, in an attempt to play the good host. They weren't buying it.

"I'll just get to the point. I'm federal agent Miller. Are you Sans?" The rough-looking one asked. Sans saw no point in lying.

"yep. that's me."

"Do you know Ambassador Frisk?"

"know 'em? yeah, sure."

"Are you aware," asked Miller, "that a colleague of Frisk's was found dead exactly three days ago?" Sans froze. What was he supposed to say? He knew that the law was already heavily biased against monsters, and that if he admitted to knowing, things could only go downhill from there.

Without even thinking, he replied, "nope."

Miller's eyes never left his. "I'll rephrase my question. Did you know that someone who works with Frisk was murdered?"

"no. i didn't," said Sans, his voice forced.

"Did you have any prior interactions with him?"

Sans wasn't sure what to say. Which sounded more incriminating? Yes or no?

"well, sorta? frisk introduced me to him a while ago."

"How long ago was this?"

Sans made a show of scratching his chin and thinking. "maybe like... five months ago?"

"Did you murder him?"

Sans's pupils disappeared. That one came out of nowhere. "just what are you guys playin' at?"

"Answer the question. Did you murder him?"

Sans was shocked. These three guys just barged into his house, and then started accusing him of murder? What kind of society was this?

"no! i'd never-"

"We have surveillance tapes of you entering the parking lot near Grillby's, a bar frequented by your kind."

Sans had to resist the urge to punch him.

"You approach the car, then take off." Miller looked at him, unamused. "Even the most irrational person would agree that seems suspicious."

Sans was, not to put too fine a point on it, completely fucked. Not only had he lied previously, they were now saying they had video footage of him at the exact moment. It was obvious that they wouldn't believe him now.

"y-yeah, i guess so..."

"So, did you murder him?"

Sans decided that he was going to tell the truth. At least he'd get back some credibility that he'd already lost.

"no."

"You met up with a man who was dead upon arrival. Surely you can understand why we want to get to the bottom of this," reasoned Miller. "There's plenty of—"

"SANS, IS SOMEONE THERE? I HEAR VOICES." Miller's eyes darted to the stairs. Sans's hand twitched in his pocket.

"yeah, paps. a couple of guys are here. no big deal, just stay up there," said Sans.

Miller was having none of it. "No, please do come on down. And, uh, while you're at it, please state your name and business."

Sans snarled.

"OH, YES. I FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF. HOW RUDE! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SANS'S BROTHER!" greeted Papyrus loudly.

Sans face-palmed. of all the things you could've seen, it had to be this.

"OH, WHO ARE YOU THREE? ARE YOU FRIENDS OF SANS?" The skeleton enquired.

"In a way," said Miller. He seemed to be the one doing all the talking. The other two hadn't said anything, or done anything for that matter, asides from look uncomfortable the entire time. That made them his lackeys. The kind of people that you could herd with a stick or carrot, in other words.

"Truthfully—" Sans would've laughed had this not been so serious "—it doesn't matter what you say. There's enough evidence to convict you and throw you in Ebott Prison for the rest of your life."

Ebott Prison. Those words sent a shiver up Sans's spine. It had been built as a prison for monsters, located at the foot of Mt. Ebott. Some of the more coherent patrons at Grillby's had whispered that Ebott Prison was actually a research facility where sick experiments were conducted on monsters. Sans had always doubted this, but he wouldn't risk it.

"S-SANS? WHAT'S GOING ON?" Papyrus asked nervously. Miller cleared his throat.

"Long story short, your brother's going to jail."

"no, he's not."

"Quiet," said Miller. "That kind of arguing will only make things worse for-" He stopped, noticing a faint blue aura surrounding Sans's left eye. Sans saw him flinch. cowards.

Sans raised his hand, and before any of the agents could even draw their weapons, he slammed downwards. They hit the floor, their SOULs turning blue at the exact moment they did. Sans hated for Papyrus to see this, but there was no way around it. He refused to let them take away him and his brother's freedom.

"Get him, you idiots!" yelled Miller. One of the agents drew his gun, but was forced to duck as Sans summoned a Gaster Blaster. A bright light filled the room for a moment, before vanishing as the room was practically decimated by the laser. Amidst the chaos, Sans was able to teleport to safety.


"Ambassador? I bring good news."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," said the scientist, placing their research on the ambassador's desk. "We have discovered a way to harness the power of the human SOULs. I do hope the data pleases you, sir."

Frisk didn't respond. They were too busy looking over the data. It was all scientific this and unintelligible that. Frisk scowled, throwing the documents in the scientist's face.

"Idiot. What makes you think that anyone can read this?"

"I... I apologise, ambassador."

Frisk shook their head. "Your pitiful apologies mean nothing to me."

The scientist knew better than to protest, so he stayed quiet.

"I don't tolerate failure. And unfortunately, that's what you are," said Frisk, sighing ruefully. Two people in black suits grabbed the scientist, and dragged him away. Good riddance.

They beckoned to the woman standing in the corner of the room. "You there. Tell the lab boys to find someone who can transcribe this into plain English."

She nodded. "Right away, sir."

Frisk sighed, taking a sip of their tea. They would not allow themselves to be deterred by such small failures. They were so close to completing their plan. They were about to show the world just what the power of determination could do.

And golly, what a show they had planned.


"—if you have any information regarding his whereabouts, please contact the police at—"

Sans ducked into a back alley before anyone saw him. He was doing a lot of running now, something he had never dreamed of doing. He could scarcely believe that he was on the run from the authorities. He knew from the news bulletins that his house was a crime scene, so going back was out of the question. And the law was hot on his trail, so he had no choice but to keep moving.

Dirty back alleys, food from the dumpster, and horrible sleeping places were just three of the things he had to bear. But he kept going. Because no matter what, he would never give up. For Papyrus's sake.

He stopped for a moment. Papyrus. It hurt him to leave his dear brother behind, but...

Sans sighed. but nothing.

There was no excuse for him having left Papyrus behind. He could've escaped with him, and carried on protecting him as he always had. He'd been an idiot. A bonehead. A numbskull.

He smiled weakly to himself. it's not funny.

He started walking again. He couldn't stop for too long, lest he waste any more time. Something he didn't have much of left. His ketchup supply was also running low. He only had two bottles left. He had to make them count.

He passed a few derelicts who were sitting down on their own cardboard beds. Sans paid them no mind, and in turn, they did the same. After wandering the desolate wastelands that the alleyways were for a while, he decided now was a good time to call it a night. At around midnight, everything stopped. For a few hours, the city was in a coma. This was normally when it was safe for him to stop and rest.

As he tried to wind down for what would surely be a restless night, he was treated to another one of those infernal news bulletins.

"New information has come to light in the case of Sans, the runaway monster charged with murdering an unnamed colleague of the ambassador to monsters."

Sans rolled his eyes. That old hag didn't know what she was talking about.

"In a statement, Agent Miller of the Federal Bureau of Investigations said, 'The attempt to arrest the monster in question was unsuccessful, so his brother was brought in for questioning, under suspicion of being an accessory to murder'."

Sans's hands started shaking. they... they took papyrus?

"Currently, Sans's whereabouts are unknown, but Agent Miller is confident that sooner or later, law enforcement will catch up with him. Back to the studio..."

Sans groaned. thanks for nothing, local news. At least now he knew what had happened to Papyrus.

He rubbed the sides of his head, trying to calm himself. unless it's a trick, and they're tryin' to lure me out or something... He chuckled. at least i know i'm innocent.

If he was innocent, then why was he blamed for it? Rule one of the murdering handbook is that you don't go to the crime scene after doing the deed. So, even if he had been the murderer, he certainly wouldn't have done what the real culprit had. And that meant that he was being framed.

all i gotta do is find the person responsible, and then figure out why. then, maybe i'll be able to clear my name, and paps's too.

He pulled out one of his ketchup bottles, and held it before his eyes. i promise i'll find them. i'll find out who did this, and make them pay. for papyrus.

He took a huge swig of ketchup, before deciding he wasn't tired anymore. He set off once more, feeling more determined then he'd ever been before.


The power was incredible. More incredible than they'd ever felt before. They felt like Asriel must have after absorbing all those SOULs.

Frisk floated out the window, carefully landing on the ground. Everyone in attendance nervously backed away.

"Th-the targets a-are ready, sir..." One of them stammered.

"I'm well aware of that," said Frisk. They pulled the hood of their cloak down. It was held together with a button resembling the Delta Rune. Their eye was glowing orange. They summoned a huge orange glove that floated above their head. Their hand shot out, and the glove balled into a fist, speeding forward. At the last second, they slammed their hand down. The glove crushed one of the targets into smithereens.

Not bad. But, how about something that does the job even quicker?

They called upon the power of Justice, spawning an equally large revolver. Keeping their eyes trained on three of the moving targets, they released the building energy. They noticed three bullets fire from the gun for a split-second, but that was all. The targets were destroyed.

Impressive. But, one last test...

"Stand back" was all they said. They raised their hands to the stars, making a wish. An onslaught of stars with shimmering rainbow edges came down from the heavens, completely obliterating all the small targets. It was like the sky was on fire with the amount of projectiles raining down from above.

They gave one last call. A star that was about the size of a small house was rushing down. They cast Barrier, watching as the others quickly took cover. The star hit the target — which was the size of an upturned car — exploding into row after row of stars that scattered in different directions. When the smoke cleared, everyone saw with their own eyes that the target had been reduced to a few stray pieces of debris.

"V-very well done, ambassador..." The head scientist congratulated shakily.

Frisk said nothing.

"S-sir... your-"

"What?" they snapped.

"N-n-never mind..."

"Please calm yourself, ambassador," said one of the fools.

Be quiet.

"H-huh? Who was that?"

One of the scientists stepped forward. "Ambassador, I would suggest that you—" He stopped. He looked down, seeing the sharp end of the Chaos Saber that had gone through his chest. He didn't even have time to be surprised before he fell to the floor.

"O-open fire!" One of them ordered. Frisk boredly threw up a Barrier. How adorable. They were plotting against me this whole time. They summoned both the glove and gun from before, eliminating the idiots who foolishly chose to stand and fight.

There was only one left. He was slumped against the wall, his weapon discarded. "Wh... what is wrong with you?"

Frisk just chuckled in response.

"Wh-what the hell happened to you?" He shouted.

They shrugged.

"You... you've gone mad with power!" He said accusingly. Hmm, I like the sound of that.

"Sure, sure. Whatever floats your boat." They said. The soldier stared up at them, seeing the ambassador's eyes flash green. He struggled, but it was no use. He had been immobilised. Frisk's left eye was now emitting a magenta vapour trail. He felt himself being lifted up by some unseen force. When he looked down, he saw a gigantic frying pan. A wave of heat hit him.

Then, he was falling.

The soldier was engulfed in flames. The fire burnt through his armour within a matter of seconds. The last thing he saw was the ambassador floating away, as he burned to death in that giant pan.


A new age had dawned.

One where Frisk would rule over the entire world with the power of a god. One where they would show everyone the real meaning of this world. And that nobody was above it.

The entire town was silent, save for Frisk's maniacal laughter and the rainbow flames that ate away at the buildings like termites. Strangely, despite the streets being devoid of any life, human or monster, they felt a presence. It felt weak. Its determination was incredibly low.

Sounds like free EXP.

They waited patiently. They felt the presence getting closer. They felt it shiver as it finally came into view. It dragged itself through the dust and flames, before becoming visible.

It was Sans.

"Sans..." they greeted. "Long time, no see."

The skeleton stared up at them, and nodded. Frisk was disappointed to notice not even a small trace of fear in his expression. Although Sans had always been like that. Always wanting the last laugh.

"i think you and i both know this ain't gonna end well."

"That is the case, at least for one of us."

The two went silent for a few seconds. The wind was howling.

"So, how did you find out the truth?" asked Frisk. "I'm curious is all."

"one of your colleagues was murdered. i met him at grillby's, and he called me a few days later. he wanted to tell me everything. but when i got there, he'd been murdered." Sans's pupils disappeared momentarily. "i wonder who did it."

Frisk held their stoic expression. They heard the knowing in Sans's voice, but felt the need to explain anyway.

"That was me. He was a liability, and he had to be taken care of. I overheard your little talk at Grillby's," said Frisk, their voice practically oozing of egocentricity. "And I had his phone wiretapped, so I overheard that conversation too."

"so i guess you were the one who framed me."

Frisk nodded gleefully.

Another silence fell over the two.

"where is everyone, kid?"

"And here I thought you were cleverer than you looked, Sans." They turned to look at him, stoic as ever. "They're gone. I absorbed all their SOULs."

Frisk was confused. Why was Sans wasting time? They'd just committed the equivalent of twenty genocide runs, and yet he stood there, stalling. It was pissing them off.

Sans sighed. "why, kiddo? why'd you throw it all away? everyone was happy, we were living peacefully on the surface... and what do you get out of this? nothing. zero. zilch. that's what."

Sans took a deep breath.

"why?" he asked again. "was it because you thought it'd be fun to stab everyone in the back? was it because you got bored?" He noticed Frisk stiffen. "heh heh heh... i figured as much."

He sighed, closing his eyes. "i just wanted to let you know that all of this was pointless. there is no reward, you know. there's no secret ending for you to find. all you've done is make things worse for everyone... oh wait. i forgot. there is no 'everyone'. because they're all dead," he intoned gravely.

Frisk was bored. "Are you done? Are you going to attack any time soon?"

Sans shook his head. "nope. i know you'll destroy me just as easily as you did everyone else. so i won't bother."

"So that's it then?" They said, disappointed. "You're just giving up?"

Sans shrugged. "i know you'll get bored of this eventually. then, you'll reset. and when you do, i'll come back to life again. everyone will."

They both stared at each other for a long time.

Then, Frisk laughed, shaking their head. "Maybe you aren't such an idiot after all." They opened their eyes. They were glowing.

They summoned a huge rainbow flame. They let the projectile's energy build, before releasing it.

Sans opened his eyes and extended his arms, accepting his fate. As he stared straight into Frisk's eyes, he noted, just before he was obliterated by the attack, that their pupils had become an alternating rainbow colour.

Then, he was dust.


That's all, folks!

Now, time for some facts:

1. This is not a Soulless Pacifist run, it's True Pacifist. Chara is not the one controlling them. Frisk did everything of their own accord. I personally dislike how people blame Chara for the Genocide Route, when Frisk was the one who chose to do it. In other words, everything that happened here was Frisk's fault.

2. The bold lettering during the little test run of Frisk's abilities is them speaking telepathically. The rest is just for emphasis.

3. Frisk has not done a Genocide Route prior to this, as this would mean selling their SOUL to Chara.

4. I got the idea for this when I thought "hey, wouldn't it be funny if Frisk basically became a reincarnation of Hitler?" and decided to flesh it out a bit.

5. Frisk's apathy for everyone around them can be chalked up to the fact they have the power to SAVE, LOAD, and RESET. This means they don't feel like anything around them matters.

6. The bar scene was unashamedly based off a scene from "The Ricklantis Mixup".

7. Frisk's LOVE increased when they absorbed the SOULs and also when they killed Sans. At this point, it's probably 99.

8. Frisk and Chara both have ambiguous sexes, so that's how I write them. I personally see Frisk and Chara as male, but I write them as gender-neutral so you can interpret them however.

9. Frisk is 13-15 in this. In case you're interested, I see canon Frisk as 13 during Undertale and Chara as 14 at the time of their death.

10. The wordcount at the beginning is the amount of words in the story, meaning it doesn't count anything that isn't the story, i.e the counter itself and the author's note. I do this for all my stories. Just so you know.

Before I end this, I'd like to say that if you're going to leave a review, please tell me what you liked/disliked, what I can improve on, etc. etc. In short, just be honest.

Well, that's a wrap!
- offbrandbiscuit