Frisk felt their hands moving. Clutching the knife.
No.
Toriel's look of horror, and then dust. Dust all over their hands. Dust all over their knife.
She had only wanted to help them, and now she was dead.
Traipsing through snow. All of them - the ones dead at Frisk's hands - they had families.
Just like Frisk.
The town was empty. They couldn't see anyone.
Then they faced Papyrus.
'You can do better,' he claimed, desperate to save them. The knife cut deep.
His body, then his head. Dust. Dust all over their shirt. Dust all over the ground.
He had only wanted to save them, and now he was dead.
Travelling the swamp. Their feet sank slightly each time they took a step, and falling water sprayed their face. Sans was acting strange.
Sans wasn't there.
Undyne was swooping down upon them suddenly. The knife thrust forwards.
Then Undyne again. A new form, it seemed. The knife was the same.
Her armour clattered to the ground, and then dust. Dust in the air. Dust in the water.
She had only wanted to protect her people, and now she was dead.
Braving the heat. They didn't mind it. The floor crumbled slightly.
Then Mettaton. A rectangular box, threatening them. They stepped forwards.
'It's showtime!' he screeched as white smoke filled the room.
A new form again. They seemed to like those. No new tactic. No new knife.
Stab, twist. Metal groaned as it was torn at, then dust.
He had only wanted to protect Alphys, and now he was dead.
More travelling. So much travelling. Then they were in his castle.
He turned around, asking about a cup of tea. They moved towards him and took out their knife.
He tried to calm them. They wished he succeeded. Oh, how they wished he succeeded. Nobody succeeded against their knife.
His shock and surprise, then bullets, then dust. Dust on his cloak. Dust on his trident.
Then Flowey. He was suddenly desperate to help them, finishing off Asgore's soul, begging for his life. Not even he could escape.
He was cut down. Dust on their body. Dust choking them.
And then.. Chara.
Somehow, they knew the first child's name as though it was their own. A puppet.
That's all I've been. Chara's been playing, messing with my strings, and now the game's over, they're going to get rid of me.
'Do you want to erase the world?' Chara asked, knife in hand, moving towards them.
Well, they had a knife too. They could move, too.
Chara looked surprised. 'You think.. you think you can beat me?'
The seventh human wants to fight.