Edit: This chapter is no longer relevant to the story because it's been rewritten! Please read the rewrite of this chapter instead of this one because there are a lot of changes in the new version! You can read this chapter if you want, but it's pretty bad~
Frisk stared at the glowing reset button before her, Flowey's words on her mind. She had done it - she had freed the monsters from the Underground, and they now lived peacefully on the surface. Everyone seemed so happy, and Frisk wanted to be, too, but...she wasn't. All she could think about, no matter how hard she tried not to, was resetting, and the odd thing was that she didn't even want to. She did know, however, that it was beginning to give her a headache, an unbearable one at that. Resetting seemed like her only option.
Like Flowey had said, if she reset now, no one would remember anything that had happened, not even him. They would never know she'd reset at all. But would she be able to handle the guilt? Starting over meant stealing away their memories and the freedom they had been waiting for basically their whole lives. There was no way she was that selfish. I can't do this...
A wave of pain caused her to clutch her head and reminded her that if she didn't do this, the need to would only grow deeper. Even now, her mind whispered the word 'reset' to her over and over until it just became too much.
Without thinking, Frisk shot her hand out and pressed the button, relief washing over her, though it was soon replaced with dread. As the world faded to black, she internally promised herself that she'd do whatever she could to save everyone a second time. After that, there would be no more resets.
Frisk felt warmth on her face and knew she was, once again, in the flower patch in the Ruins. But as she regained more of her consciousness, she realized it: there were no flowers beneath her. She sprang into a sitting position but instantly wished she hadn't, pulling her knees to her chest and gritting her teeth as pain blossomed in her stomach and her left arm.
What was going on?! This wasn't right. Shouldn't everything be exactly as it was before? Unease settled over her, yet mustering all of her determination, she managed to shakily get to her feet and limp over to the room's exit. She didn't bother grabbing the stick that had been beside her on the ground, like she'd done the first time she'd fallen - she knew she wouldn't need it.
When she got to the next room - well, it was less of a room and more of a hall - she paused, expecting a certain talking yellow flower to be at the end of it waiting for her. She waited...but Flowey was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was for the better, though. Her body was aching enough as it was, and she was pretty sure her left arm was broken. And to add to her problems, the world around her had begun to swim, causing the dark shadows in the dimly-lit hall to blur together and resulting in an undecipherable blob of blackness.
Toriel wasn't coming to her aid; that seemed obvious. If she could just make it to the first save star and restore her HP, she'd be able to think clearer and figure out what the heck was going on.
Frisk's body racked with a chain of violent coughs as she pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning on and continued moving. She could see the yellow glow from the next room growing closer and pushed herself harder.
Just a little bit further...One step after the other, Frisk...I can do this.
"...Alright, hurry up and hide! I'm about to start counting!"
A voice echoed off of the walls, followed by gentle laughter and fast-paced footsteps. Frisk froze.
"One...two...three..."
Her heartbeat sped up. Someone or something was coming towards her, and she knew it wasn't Toriel. Frisk knew she should hide or at least do anything that didn't include standing there like an idiot, but she couldn't get her shaking legs to move. The save point was only a few steps away, yet all she could do was stand there as it glowed in a taunting pattern and hope that whoever was coming could help her.
The footsteps stopped suddenly, and Frisk lifted her head to see a girl about her age standing in the doorway, staring at her. The girl seemed to look a lot like Frisk, but her widened, crimson eyes, along with her green shirt that had a single yellow stripe running through the middle, proved that they were not identical.
"Greetings," the girl said, apparently somewhat in a daze as she walked slowly down the stairs. "A-are you a human?" Frisk nodded slowly. "Oh-" The girl looked her up and down, then stuck out her hand gleefully. "Nice to meet you! I'm Ch-"
"Twenty! Ready or not, here I come!" someone shouted, giggling. A small goat monster appeared at the top of the stairs, and Frisk nearly fell over from both surprise and another wave of pain that had begun to wash over her. "Wait, Chara, who's that?"
"Hey, you don't look so good..."
Frisk felt an arm wrap around her waist as Chara attempted to keep her standing upright, but that's all her mind could process before the edges of her vision were consumed by black. Her ears rung, and panicked voices became nothing more than a blur as one thought surfaced in her head:
Chara and Asriel are alive...?
And then she passed out.
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A/N: Heya! Thanks for reading this; I really appreciate it! Hopefully I'll be able to keep your interest as this story progresses, and I hope you enjoyed! I don't know if I'll be able to keep a schedule of when this story will update, but I'll try to get a new chapter up at least every one to two weeks. See ya! ;3
