Metamorphosis of Fixed Delusions

by ParadoxPoet

The timelines are broken, and resets have gone on too long. A new soul has been found in the true lab. However, with suspicious timing, knowledge, and the more concerning dislike for Frisk. Extreme precautions will have to be made, for when reality can either walk up a soul or shatter it. The time of Trial and error is done, the final reset is close at hand, but is freedom?

1. Chapter 1

Hello Everyone.

I came up with this concept a while ago and after much deliberation, I have decided to go ahead and post it :)

I figured since it's the new year, it would be an appropriate time to have a new Fan-fiction :) And as always let me hear what you think 3

Happy New Year 3 2017

- ParadoxPoet

P.S. Enjoy ;)

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Before the first resets happened the underground was a different place. Cut off from the humans above by a barrier, everyone was frantic or in denial that we were as some saw it trapped.

I remember hearing the stories of the outside world. I remember the voice, wise and soft. I remember the small conversations we had. I am very good at listening, as they did all the talking.

Their troubles, their dreams, even their sons. Not very often had the voice talked about those who were there beside myself. His two sons were awake was what he called it, and were learning. I guess they were becoming voices as well. I wanted to hear them but couldn't ask, it wasn't as if the little voices would come on their own anyway.

The voice was good company, I loved the voice and the little voices even though I had never heard them. I loved them like they were here with me.

I knew the distress of one or the joy of the other before the voice told me. Deep down the small pulsing movement in the chest matched the beat of the little voices.

I knew like how I was. There was no reasoning for me to know but I did, there was no reason to feel but I did, there was no reason to believe it what I had never heard but I did.

So many times I wanted to ask questions but couldn't.

I had heard the voice a total of 1,095 times. 923 where directed towards me, 172 were not. Out of 1095, 268 where small talk, 655 where long conversations. Out of 655 long conversations, 492 where positive, 356 had concern, 75 where angry.

I remember the first time the voiced talked to me.

I remember the last.

I am sorry my dear but I must take my leave early today … Looks like your almost ready to wake up … stay determined little one

I still wonder when I will wake up, whatever waking up means. I wonder if that's where the voices are. Maybe the little voice are there?!

Something tells me that the voice won't be there though. The last time I heard him was the last time I felt the pulsing in my chest beat the same as the voice.

I thought I would never hear the voice … a voice again.

That was until I heard it, and its higher pitched voice. Stuttering as it got loud and then soft, and loud and soft a bunch of times. Panicking I think it's called.

It was a voice but it wasn't my voice.