Go on, call for help.
A voice so distant yet so clear, tormenting their dreams from afar. Never forget.
* You call for help.
But nobody came...
Laughter. Unstoppable, maniacal laughter. And they know exactly whom it belongs to.
It's all just a bad dream...
And you're never waking up from it!
That's right. They'll never wake up from it. On and on, and on, and on again. It's all just a bad dream, one they've been resetting whenever they got the chance.
But now.
Their reign of terror eventually came to a halt, the 'what if' question finally couldn't be answered anymore.
That's right.
Chara.
It's always the same when they wake up;
"Sans!" They scream
"Papyrus!" They yell.
"Undyne!" They shout.
"Toriel! Asgore! Alphys! Mettaton! Asriel!" They cry out.
But nobody came.
Of course not.
They're all DEAD.
You killed them, didn't you?
Because you wanted an answer to the question lingering in your mind.
What if I killed them all? You asked yourself. What if I turned everything to dust? You continued.
But look at you now.
So alone. Nobody to help you. That's right; where is your soul, little FRISK?
Where is your COMPASSION, my dear child?
Muffled laughter fills the room and they shoot up immediately, with the illusion of finally being 'awake' in their head.
But it is as Flowey once told them.
It is all a bad dream. And you're NEVER waking up from it.
Because even if they're reunited again; even if they're with their friends again, it's not the same. Because, in the end, they killed their friends. Because they were bored.
And now, in the depths of this endless darkness, all they could do is cry out. But the tears won't come. The words won't even slip past their lips; no.
Because nobod e.