A/N: Hey guys, how are you? I have a different kind of story for you today! This is the first part of the prologue. The prologue might last 2 or 3 more chapters after this, but it's important for character development and setting up. Don't worry, we'll get to the Undertale part soon enough! If the first person "you" perspective gets repetitive and starts bothering you, then don't worry; it will be gone after the prologue. Leave a follow/favorite if you enjoyed, and don't forget to review!

Prologue Part 1: "Special"

You always knew you different, ever since you were little. It started when you were around the age of nine, almost ten.

You had a special power.

Your friends and family thought otherwise, and tried as many forms of counseling, therapy, and hypnosis they could on you. However, no amount of convincing could change your "condition".

You could remember.

At first you thought they were dreams, ones you just happened to always remember, always about real events. That was normal enough, but it didn't explain how you had them in the middle of the day all of the time. You would often "wake up" fully aware of your surroundings, possibly while you were in the middle of doing something active. Then you supposed they were prophecies, visions of the future. That had to be it. Whatever happened in your dreams would always happen again in real life. You actually saved a dog from being hit by a car that sped a corner, based on what you saw in a dream. But something still didn't make sense. You would sometimes wake up, and go through the day, and then...wake up, again, in the same place as before. You thought you almost had it figured out.

But then, when you were eleven, came the blinding flash of light, the intense ringing in your ears. When it stopped,

you were 9 years old again.

You were confused at first, of course. Was this just another, incredibly intricate dream? You were just going to forget this whole thing soon, right?

But you remembered it all so vividly.

You remembered every vacation, every teacher, every friend, every math unit, every haircut, every new fact you learned.

You remembered everything.

Your life continued the same exact path as it did in your dream, but with your added knowledge, you were able to skip a grade. You still had "visions of the future", but you knew they were something different. You just didn't know WHAT. And then, when you were 11 again, it restarted for the second time.

You were nine again. And you knew something was terribly wrong.

By this time, you had stopped telling people about what you saw. You somehow convinced your parents to let you skip two grades of schooling, but it lead your parents and family to call you the household genius, which really hindered your plans. You needed time to think!

You were often met with strange looks from people in the school, and they mostly left you alone. You were glad that you had plenty of alone time, and you spent countless recesses in the school library, studying as much as you could. You began to be hopeful in this new sort of life. Being smart for your age, maybe get just enough fame, live a good life. You thought that this could be fine, you could manage to live like this...

Until you turned 11 and everything started over again.

Convincing your parents that you needed to skip three grades would prove to be close to impossible, but it worked. There was an entire school newspaper article about it, and your family praised you daily. But it came easy for you, since you had more than two extra years that no one else had. You had even more alone time, since you kind of had a half year extra of schooling every time your life restarted. You studied, and then you knew the answer to your predicament. It was like a reset of the world, that only you remembered. Every time it reset, everybody else in the previous times would no longer exist. They would only exist in the now, but you didn't know when the world would reset again. You just had to live, seeing what would happen every day: how many times the world would go back a few hours, or sometimes even a few days. The second longest period that restarted was about three months. It was like someone was trying to make long term plans, and failed, bringing you (and them) back in time a period of several days on average. But you had to live with it. You couldn't live any other way.

And then, like a tradition, when you were eleven, the flash of light and the ringing returned. The clock went over a year back and you woke up in the same place again. Skipping four grades would be preposterous, you already knew. So you needed a plan, one that would work to be able to convince everyone that you were a genius. So you did the classic brain scrambling trick-you fell on your head. You acted like a nine-year-old until you did so, making sure several people saw it. Then, you used your vocabulary from your almost 5-year older (if you counted each reset of the world, no matter how small) self, and everybody was shocked. You convinced them to do some knowledge tests, and then came the media. Throughout the next few weeks, you were on several local news stations, and even a talk show one time. People always wanted to ask you math questions or how to spell words that weren't even that hard. You had a preposterous amount of knowledge for your age, and some people suggested home-schooling, so that you wouldn't be in high school at age ten or eleven. You thought it was a wonderful idea, so you went along with it. You even opened an email account so people would stop calling your family's home phone, but you weren't focused on that.

You needed to find a cure for your condition. Eventually, by searching dark corners of the internet, you found a sort of witch doctor that specialized in souls and magic. Finding the address, your parents thought you were genius enough to take care of yourself, so you rode the bus to the outskirts of town, close to the forest. A small medical-type building stood there, looking run down, but homely nonetheless. The witch doctor welcomed you inside, and you sat down on a bed.

You asked her if you needed to pay anything, since the information you had wasn't clear, but she said it was free...for you. You asked her what she meant by that, and she told you to relax and not freak out. She reached toward your chest, and pulled. You felt something there, trying to stay, but you let it escape, whatever it was. Then, the feeling faded and you were left staring at a small, red heart about the size of your fist. The witch doctor said that it was your soul. Since it was red, it was very rare, she explained. This only happened a few times a decade around the world, and she considered herself lucky to ever see one in her lifetime.

You were still in shock by the fact that your soul was so weak, so fragile, but so...magic. Maybe because this was so rare, the only other person in the world to have this "determination" soul, as she called it, was the one changing the world.

Knowing this fact, over the next year or so, you tried everyday to start over the world. A few times, you thought that you had done it, but it turned out to be a coincidence each time.

And then came the reset, earlier than ever. You weren't even eleven when it happened this time, setting you back to age nine. The first few weeks went the same way as the last time, you "accidentally" making yourself into a genius, the media, the homeschool, and the email system. But then, one day, when you had been nine again for only a few months, your life became a living nightmare...

Eventually, you would come to call it Groundhog Day, or the Infinite Thursday.

A/N: So there you have it! You can tell how this fits into Undertale, right?

If you don't, then maybe you should replay the game.

Anyways, I'll see you guys later (not actually next week because I'm on vacation but the next week)! Bye!