Suddenly, Selah was reformed.

His bright red soul gleamed in the darkness, shining it's crimson light on wherever he was. He tried to reach for his chest, to see if he was still alive, but he couldn't move his body. Especially since he didn't have one.

Hello?

A voice suddenly resounded in his head, masking itself with every voice he remembered. A soft, motherly voice that brought him the smell of smoke and pie. A jovial voice that was filled to the brim with confidence in everything around it. A mid toned voice that brought him bad laughs and harsh words.

All those voices resounded in his soul, and he did whatever counted as crying without any tear ducts.

Are we... Connected

The voice went on, making the soul quiver violently as the pain continued.

Hmm... I guess we are.

The cold reply shocked him. He almost though of calling him a monster, but he wasn't a hypocrite.

Alright, let us begin.

Selah's soul began to shine brighter and brighter, and soon enough it became like a red star, consuming the darkness in light. Then, feeling began flowing back into Selah's, well, everything. First his chest, then his arms, and so on until he has what was apparently a body. It was outlightned in red, just like the cursed thing that was glowing in his chest, right where his heart is.

It took Selah a second to get all the feeling back into him, but as soon as he did, the voice returned.

Ah... You seem a bit older that you were before your little... genocide.

His eyes flashed red, and he made a fist at his side, but said nothing. The voiced seemed to find it amusing, as it laughed, coldly and deeply, in a way that the other voices were gone, and a new, deep one replaced it.

Well, at least you learned to bite your tongue, murderer.

Selah flinched at the last word. He'd been called that by so many people that he thought the voice mimic was back again when the voice said it.

I wish there was another way, but I guess you really are the Angel.

"Yeah." He said for the first time. "I've made the caverns go empty twice now." He wished he hadn't. He wished he could've stayed with his new family. He wished he could've ignored Flowey's saying, that murder is how the world is, and no one can escape that system. Asriel had told him different, that that worldview was terrible and he was glad it was gone. But he was too determined, and nothing could stop his curiosity. And the curiosity didn't kill just the cat, it killed everything.

Indeed. You need to save them, like you did the first time. No more satisfying your curiosity.

"H-how did you-" His voice was cut off in a second.

Existing between dimensions helps you learn a thing or two about things no one should know.

Selah felt the hair on his arms stand up on end. He was scared, less than he should've but scared nonetheless. He gulped, and steadied himself. "So, you want me to go back and do it right?"

I want you to save everyone this time, Angel.

"Don't call me Angel. My name is Selah."

A stab of pain shot through his skull as he grabbed it and gritted his teeth to keep from screaming. All his pain shone through this body, and he could fell his soul deteriorating with every second. His vision was filled with spots as he ended up screaming and pleading in agony.

Don't you dare order me around. I'm only doing this out of necessity. You are their only hope, the only shot to achiever their dreams. So, while I do my job, you must regain control of yourself.

"What do you-" Suddendly, the creature he was talking to appeared behind him and ripped out his soul from his makeshift body. The pain was incomprehensible, but it was slowly kicking in.

Do you think a being scattered across time and space can't hear the voices in your head? I know all, see all, and hear all. I am the closest thing you have to a god. Now, go and save your soul...

The pain was steadily increasing, causing his vision to turn into a burning white. He could barely think over that and his screams. His red-outlined form began to fall away, leaving his soul in the clutches of the monster he couldn't see.

Now, remember this. In this world, I can't let you chose. Your soul is corrupted and hellbent on destroying everything like you did before. So, your job is to reclaim the piece of your soul, and be rehabilitated into someone who can save everyone once more.

Now...

Your

Name

Is...

Author's Note:

Hello random reader, to my first fanfiction on this website. I do not claim anything involving Deltarune or Undertale, which I will be making parallels to in this story. And, I've made myself an self-insert for Frisk, because why not? Anyways, I'm an amateur, so I hope you enjoyed.

If you did or didn't, leave me a review or a comment, or whatever is on this website. I probably won't be able to upload on a schedule, but I'll do it as soon as I can.

Happy Whatever today is to you, and thanks for reading!

- Selah

[Yes, I used my own name for the main character. I have no shame.]