Summary: After another completion of the genocide route, a haunted Frisk and bloodthristy Chara reset the Underground to repeat the cycle. One seeks friendship and redemption, the other ruin and destruction. Unfortunately for Frisk, nothing seems to have changed… or has it? A new face just might prove otherwise.

Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Undertale, or any of their characters. I do, however, own the idea of this plot and any new characters introduced in this story.

AN: This story was inspired after watching a few walkthroughs of the game. The awesome AMVs (Anime Music Videos for those who don't know what that means), also had a hand to play in this plots creation. There will be a few changes to the story, or maybe not since nobody really knows. These "changes" I'm referring to revolve around Chara's and Frisk's age and gender. I will be writing them both as 10 year old males. Also, please forgive me for when Sans is introduced – I suck at puns, quite literally xD So, if there are puns that you can think of that are funny, don't be hesitant to share them! Who knows, I might just use them!

For those who have read my other stories, don't worry, I haven't forgotten them. PMD: Spiral of Dreams has chapters 26 and 27 nearly done. I just need to review them. However, as I will begin with this story, I will only be uploading a chapter weekly. I would like to keep at least 3 chapters done before uploading another. For now, I am experimenting with this story in terms of how I write. Hopefully, it will remain understandable and enjoyable to read.

Thank you for reading and reviewing, if you decide to!

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Chapter 1: Reset

As the familiar darkness swallowed him, he knew that the pain he felt would never go away. It would always be there to follow him, to haunt him, to remind him what a monster he secretly was. He wanted so badly to tune it out, to shut it up. He didn't want to be reminded of how easily manipulated he was. But he would have none of that. It was like he got off of his pain.

Try as hard as he might, he was never strong enough to stop him. His determination bested many in his first adventure in the Underground, but never him. It earned him irreplaceable friends. Friends, he thought, he'd never hurt. He thought his determination was strong enough to protect everyone and convince them that there was no reason anyone had to fight.

But what he didn't know during his adventure was that his determination had woken another restless soul of the Underground. A soul who carried a tremendous amount of hatred. His first run through the Underground sickened this soul as they watched him spare many; even those who attempted to kill him and give him no mercy. The young child would do nothing more than dodge, smile, and reach out to them.

When he reached the end of his journey, Frisk honestly thought that it would be over. But he wouldn't allow that to happen. Frisk wasn't sure how he managed to do it, but this restless soul had taken over his body and reset the world, entering a new timeline. A timeline he'd come to know as the genocide run.

Through tears, he watched as this angry soul murdered his friends one by one. He pleaded with the angry soul on numerous occasions, begging him not to hurt anymore of his friends. But his pleas had fallen onto deaf ears. He could do nothing but watch from the darkness as the angry soul killed those he once called friends.

When this journey came to a close, it was discovered that the angry soul was that of a former human named Chara. Frisk remembered that Chara had been the adopted son of Toriel and Asgore, as well as the adopted brother and best friend to Asriel. He'd been the first Fallen Human.

Just like he'd done before, Chara reset the world and completed another genocide run. He repeated this action at least two more times, enjoying it even more than the last with each run completed. It tormented Frisk. He wanted it to stop. He couldn't handle watching his friends get slaughtered repeatedly. He couldn't stand the things they called him when Chara appeared.

He could no longer stand looking at the mirror to see a possessed version of himself covered in blood and with a wide, crazy smirk resting on his face.

So, as the familiar darkness consumed him, he cried out in agony. "Please, stop me." Another sob. "Help me. Help them!"

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"Please, stop me. Help me. Help them!"

Alexia shot up abruptly. Breathing heavy, sweat protruded from her forehead and tricked down her light tanned skin. Emerald colored eyes were wide and alert, frantically searching her dimly lit room for something, anything, that was out of place. When nothing seemed out of place, her heart began to settle down. With a groan, she collapsed back into her heap of pillows. That was the fifth time this week she'd waken from a nightmare. They progressively seemed to get worse since the first nightmare, she noted.

The first night contained flashes of monsters as they were slaughtered. Their faces were twisted in agony and pain, others angry and sad. The dream was soundless, thankfully. It never showed their attacker. There was always a small glimpse of the weapon, but never the one who held it.

The second night was worse. This time, she could hear their cries of agony and their pleas for help. They were accompanied by the sound of wicked laughter. Images of a knife repeatedly coming down onto a small, strange looking creature filled her dream. When the cries stopped, there was a single voice. It was thick with enjoyment as they said, "You will never be free of my hell!"

The third dream didn't start out as bad. It began with the photo of a group of… monsters, for lack of a better word. They were all smiling as they surrounded a young boy. He stood in the center of the group, making a peace sign towards the camera. Then, suddenly, the dream took a dark turn. One by one, their faces were crossed out in red marker and the young boy in the center was changed to a similar, but more menacing looking, child with a wide, unsettling smirk.

Finally, for the fourth dream, she was given a little break from the horrors. In this dream, she was surrounded by six different colored orbs. Their presence gave her a sense of calm, of security, but at the same time, a sense of alarm. She remembered hearing their voices. They weren't very clear, unfortunately. She only got bits of what they said:

"It's time for the … to return."

"Red Heart… Determination… Healing."

"...Only one..." With this last broken statement, the dream ended. Alexia remembered thinking about it for the rest of the day, wondering what the heck the dream was talking about.

And, just like the third dream, the fifth dream didn't exactly start out horrible. In her opinion, it wasn't all that great either. Far out of her reach was a little boy. He was crying. Then, he stopped and slowly turned to her as if he had sensed her presence. She didn't see the upper part of his face, but she saw his mouth. It was curled into a frown. His arms reached out to her, saying, "Please, stop me. Help me. Help them!" Then she felt as if something was suffocating her, quickly ending her nightmare and resulted with her sitting upright in her bed terrified.

She sighed, her eyes fluttering open. Another groan escaped her lips when she glanced over to check the time on her clock. It read 5am, an hour early from her usual waking time. Turning onto her side, she huddled closer to her blankets. Maybe it was time to tell her dad about these dreams. They were so graphic and unsettling. Worst of all, they felt real. There was a sense of helplessness instilled in her when she woke from these dreams. She wanted to help these monsters, but she couldn't. It was just a dream.

But was it really? What dream was that graphic, real and left her feeling hopeless when she woke?

Okay, she thought, her face scrunching up angrily, stop right there Alex. There is no way that your dream is actually real. It's just a weird nightmare. A tiny voice in the back of her mind begged to differ. She quickly shushed it.

Lazily getting out of bed, she knew she wasn't going to be getting back to sleep anytime soon. Maybe walking through the nearby forest would clear her mind. Perhaps, even, she could speak to her mom about her nightmares. She always knew what to say to her to ease her worries. Either way, the refreshing smells of Mt. Ebott always worked magic on her troubled mind.

She combed through her wavy brown hair, tying it up in her preferred ponytail style. Her banes brushed across her left eye to frame the left side of her face while strands of fallen hair framed the right side of her face. She much preferred this hairstyle over letting it cascade down to the middle of her back like her mother loved. Turning to her closet, she picked one of her more casual wear outfits; a ruffled skirt with a white and blue plaid design underneath the ruffled layers ending above her kneecaps, a simple gray t-shirt with a skull with crossbones design, and a pair of her favorite cowgirl boots.

Checking herself over in her full body mirror, she nodded in satisfaction with her choice of outfit for the day. She wasn't as crazy as the other girls were about the latest fashion, but she did care enough to look decently fashionable. Sticking her Ipod in her skirt pocket, she left the warm comfort of her home as quietly as her boots would allow her. She plugged in the two ear buds and began following the trail leading towards the forest.

She stopped at the entrance of the forest to look back at her hometown. It was a rather small community, but she didn't mind it. Everyone was so friendly with each other, always willing to help another when tragedy reared its ugly face. She could see her home off in the distance, nestled behind a few houses. Behind her house was a large plot of land fenced in for their animals, and to the right of the house was a small garden of crops that her mother had always tended to. With a fond smile, she turned and ventured off deeper into the woods.

About a half an hour later, she reached her destination. It was a semi-open area with a clear view of the sky. A large oak tree sat at the edge of the clearing. It was a spot that held a lot of dear memories to her. Memories of her sitting in her mothers lap as they watched the starry night sky and wished upon shooting stars together. The mother-daughter pair would always come to this exact spot to watch the meteor showers every year. It stayed like that until the tragic passing of her mother three years ago. Since then, Alexia would always make the trip to the spot herself to keep the memory alive.

Taking a seat beneath the tree, she looked up to the sky. It was a little chilly, but nothing that she couldn't handle. She was used to the chilly autumn mornings of Mt. Ebott. As she watched the sky, she could see the stars start to fade as the early light of the sun beckoned a clear blue sky. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she thought about making a wish. Even though the stars weren't out and it was becoming day, would her wish still be heard? It was worth a try.

Taking out her ear buds and silencing her music, she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Looking back to the sky, she closed her eyes and focused on wishing to learn if her nightmares meant anything, or if they were just regular, weird nightmares.

Unbeknownst to her, her answer came almost immediately.

"Alexia," a voice whispered. Startled, she looked around for the source of the voice. When she saw nobody, she cocked an eyebrow. Was she just hearing things? A few moments of silence followed. That must have been it. Shrugging it off as a part of her imagination, she returned her stare to the sky.

Again, her name was called.

"Who's there?" she asked, examining the area for the source of the voice. It seemed to be coming from all around her, which unnerved her. Getting to her feet, she called out to the voice, "What do you want?"

"Help us… save us..." Her blood ran cold. Save who? Help them with what?

She walked around the edge of the open field. Clutching her hand to her chest, she searched for the voice. She was hoping she would spot whoever was calling for her. But when she found nothing, she was beginning to feel rather silly. "How can I help you if I can't even see you?"

"This way..." A sudden hard gust of wind blew her forward, nearly sending her flat on her face. Thankfully she was able to catch herself before that happened. By now, it was safe to say she was more than a little creeped out. First weird nightmares, then strange voices in the woods, now a pushy gust of wind sending her who knows where? She was pretty that it wasn't natural. But, as she took a step forward, would it be so bad if she humored her wild sense of imagination? Probably not. Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

If only she had known.

The sky grew darker the further she went in. It was rather strange, she thought. Was a storm passing through? Glancing to the sky, she rose her hand to the air to feel for droplets of rain. She frowned. She felt no moisture in the air. So why was the sky growing dark? Lowering her hand, she pushed forward through the forest. The deeper she went in, the more she realized that something was terribly wrong.

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as the familiar feeling of dread and agony surrounded her. It didn't take her long to realize that these were the same type of feelings she had experienced from her nightmares. She found herself quickly growing paranoid of her surroundings. A dark, sinister laugh behind her caused her whip around. Not even ten feet away from her stood a child. She let out a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing out here? Where are your parents?" This was probably the person who'd been calling her for help, she figured. It wasn't the first time one of the village kids wandered off into the woods and got lost. But that still didn't explain the weird sensations she was feeling…

When the child offered her no answer, she smiled and stretched out a hand towards them. "It's okay," she said quietly, "I'm not going to hurt you. I heard you calling and-" she stopped. The child moved a little out of the shadows to reveal blood splattered all over their clothing. In one of their hands was a knife, also drenched in blood.

To say the least, the sight utterly terrified her.

"W-what… happened? Why...why are you holding that knife?" she asked. The child took another step towards her and she took a corresponding step back.

Run.

That's what she did the second she gained control of her body again. She continued running as far as she could, not sparing a single glance backwards. Suddenly, her foot got caught on something and she fell onto the ground. Not registering the pain shooting from her leg, she spun around and began crawling away. The child was still behind her. They were holding the knife above their head now.

Then suddenly, they were gone and her world grew dark.