Prologue

Everything was going to be okay, Frisk thought. But Sans did not continue talking like before. The silence was settling around them as Frisk continues laughing, now nervously. She attempts to move her hand away but Sans, deliberately does not release his hold. After a long uncomfortable pause he broke the silence with a few unsettling laughs, his eyes blackened, before finally speaking. "Interesting, that smile, that was the expression of someone who was seriously anticipating a very different reaction..."

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I've just finished Undertale's genocide route, and I really got to say that it left me with more questions than answers; not to mention, there's a Mettaton shaped hole in my heart from the fact that the game ended on such a somber note. So, this is my first time writing any kind of fanfiction EVER! I'm new to this but I have a lot of great ideas (or at least I think they're good, I hope you do too! 3) I wanted to write down for other's to enjoy. In my story, expect to see a continuation off from the Genocide route. I'll also try and answer lot of questions as the story progresses in this AU. For this first chapter, I tried really hard to convey some very specific feelings that I had felt when playing through. So here you are, wish you are having a good Sunday and I hope you enjoy my work! P.S! Frisk is a girl in my AU. If you have issues with that; then you are going to have a bad time...enjoy!

Chapter 1- The Beginning Begins

"…Those who are unfortunate to fall down here will be cursed, cursed in a timeless loop until their determination falls or their soul breaks. Seven souls we want, the last soul mine to take. If by chance any mortal leaves the underworld, 20 years will pass before the beginning begins."

"White Void"

"Here I am again, same white room."

"Toriel, Sans….Papyrus…." Her mellow-frail voice broke off as she recounts all of her beloved friends and memories. Looking around, she gaze upon the white void. It was all that kept her company.

"So many years I've relived time and time again. The same story, the same loving friends... Why me, why am I here? What is even here?"

The empty white void perturbed her thoughts. She knew what she had to do, there is nothing for her. Frisk looks blankly forward; the reset was ready. Normally, she called it out at of her own free will, but here, in this room, it looms mockingly in front of her; reminding her that this was the end of the road. And with it, her return was inevitable.

"Once I reset they won't remember me anymore. I…I feel so alone." She quietly sobs. Burrying her head onto her knees. Frisk's eyes swell with salty tears, her heart tremors from the emptiness.

Languidly, she reach out to reset but pauses, waiting, waiting for something.

But nothing came.

Time here was different, with nothing to compare it with; a minute could be a life-time. Or a life-time could be within a single minute? But a sneaking devious thought crept into her curiously bored mind. "Do I really know their every reaction? What if…what if I...-"

Closing her eyes, she lifts her hand with determination to begin again.

"Judgement Hall"

"Papyrus…Do you want anything?"

Her eyes widens insanely as the reality settles in. She stared; watching San's dragging himself away from the crumbling hall. There was no going back; somehow, someway Sans had remembered Frisk. "No, no. No, this is not what I wanted! Oh god…I-I didn't mean for this to happen. What have I done!?" Her knees collapse under the reality of her sins, her heart sick with dread.

"You're not supposed to remember!? I only did this because no one had ever remembered me! Oh god! I'm sorry Sans!"

She realized another horrifying truth, from her senseless actions. Did she really kill Sans? How was it so natural to kill someone so effortlessly? Too her dismay, she raises her hand to reset, but cannot move. "Why…I can't move?" Her body disobeyed her command, her soul reclines in towards herself as Frisk involuntarily stands up walking away.

It seemed she had lost all control, as Asgore's dust settled onto the floor. Flowey was cowering in front of her, and she wanted to speak. 'No-NO! F-Flowey run…RUN!' She screamed within herself as her knife rose to strike down. In her grasp, was Asgore's soul as Flowey turns to dust. Asgore's heart remained alive through the 5 human souls' determination. Clasping him with both her hands her mouth opens wide, consuming his soul.

The world turned to dust.

"Interesting, you want to go back. You want to go back to the world you destroyed. It was you who pushed everything to its edge, you, who led the world to its destruction. But you cannot accept it? You think you are above consequences?"

…

"Perhaps…We can reach a compromise. You still have something I want. Give it to me, and I will bring this world back."

"You…want my soul?"

"Yes and then you can go back; it's what you want, yes? I need your soul, and you want to see your friends again. Funny, how selfish we humans can be, is it not? Give me your soul, or stay here for eternity. Really, I have all the time in the Universe. You'll only be hurting yourself by refusing my offer. But it is your choice; it always has been your choice after all. How selfish of you, to think you're above consequences!"

"Undertale Entrance"

Her eyes open slowly, regaining focus as she came to in a pool of sunlight. "I'm back…?" Frisk's mind immediately thinks of Sans. How much would he remember? Dread overwhelmed her aching heart, the thought of rejection, the loneliness, and Chara. Frisk missed knowing everything, being able to predict everyone's actions. She no longer was curious to see how her interaction with Sans would play out. She was terrified at the idea that this timeline would be permanent. Frisk clenches her chest with her hands, her own heart appearing before her. "Strange…you're not supposed to be out here?" Examining her own timid heart fills her with sorrow, there was a strange crack in it, light expelling out. "…Go back in"

Walking forward she completed the mundane tasks of interacting with Flowey and Toriel. Nothing new, except seeing Toriel's motherly kindness towards Frisk eased her aching spirit even if just a little.

Looking at the candy she took one piece. The bowl fell down suddenly. Frisk felt like the scum of the earth.

She left the RUINS walking out, the doors slams shut behind, announcing her presence in the quiet forest. Anxieties flew when hearing the stick crack behind her. "Here it comes." She said under her breath when she came to the bridge. Sans voice asked her to turn around. With a few raspy breaths, Frisk reluctantly turns to face him. Her heart burns and it takes every ounce of determination not to cry or run. His face appeared grim at first but lightens up when his eyes met Frisk's petrified expression.

"Hey now, what's with the face kid? Don't be scared. I know my face can be bone chilling, hehe, but is that any way to treat a new friend? Come on, shake my hand" He extends out his hand with a somewhat sweet disposition. Frisk's relief kills off any troublesome thoughts.

Sans did not remember.

She smiles in lull happiness and goes to shake his hand. Sans clasps his boney fingers tight and swings his free hand to hold Frisk's in place. The farting noise expels from his hand and echoing throughout the forest. She began laughing blissfully. Everything was going to be okay, Frisk thought. But Sans did not continue talking like before. The silence was settling around them as Frisk continues laughing, now nervously. She attempts to move her hand away but Sans, deliberately does not release his hold. After a long uncomfortable pause he broke the silence with a few unsettling laughs, his eyes blackened, before finally speaking.

"Interesting, that smile, that was the expression of someone who was seriously anticipating a very different reaction."

Frisk coughed up blood, her blood paints the ground a deathly red as an intense sting shoots through every possible point of her body. Tears began streaming down her face as she brings herself to lock eyes with Sans and desperately cries "I'm sorry…" over and over again. He gingerly removes his hand from her grasp; she continues reaching out for him.

"Yeah, I thought so. At first I thought I was just having some really bad dreams, you know? I don't remember much…fragments of another reality. That was you wasn't it? My pain…my…my brother… You did something terrible. I know it. I can feel it in my bones. I don't remember much, but, somehow I remember you. And I remember our little battle. You will never get that chance to hurt my brother again!" He raises his left hand, a demon head appears behind him, with the same blood-lust expression.

"Until next time. Kid."

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