KEEPERTALE
Name the Fallen Human….
CHARA
The familiar bed of flowers lay beneath Frisk again. This time, they would do it. There was one last soul to save, and Frisk had reset many times to get to know them, the real them. This time, Frisk felt he had every piece he needed to save them.
How many resets had Frisk gone through to do this? They believe they lost count at one-hundred. Just for them. They knew it was a lot more than they had anticipated, but Frisk couldn't live knowing he failed someone. Frisk walked into the next room.
"Howdy!"
Sans looked at the monitor of his machine again. This special piece of technology tracked fluctuations in time and space, and the current readings were very troubling. With readings like the ones he's seeing, Sans couldn't help but wonder how many times he's looked at this thing's monitor through the looping time. It would always reach a certain point before time reset, no one having any memory of the last loop.
It was when he started getting some serious Deja-vu that he decided to check the old machine. His suspicions were correct. This timeline was stuck in a loop. The loop starts when the human wakes up in the underground, and repeats when the kid reaches the end of the barrier. Because of the out of control loops and skips in the timeline, time itself was becoming very unstable. There could be a temporal collapse if this keeps up much longer.
Sans looked again at the readings. He had a thought about trying to convince Frisk to stop, but there was an irksome feeling that told him that he had already tried that, many times. It was pointless, the kid was too determined to stop doing…well…whatever it is they're doing playing Undergroundhog's Day. Sans also wanted an explanation, but faded memory reveals that the kid wasn't going to talk.
Sans became increasingly concerned about his friend's safety if a temporal collapse does happen. From his research into temporal stability, turning to dust would be much less a painful death them being slowly destroyed under the collapse of reality itself. The skeleton let out a long sigh, because, despite his efforts, there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. He could only hope a way would open up to him.
"Perhaps….I could be of assistance?" rang out into the darkness. Sans looked up from his machine to see a slender skeleton, perhaps taller than Papyrus, standing in the doorway to the back room. He was cloaked in red, and had about eleven clocks on his personage. The most memorable part of this skeleton was the two long cracks on either side his skull. He seemed a bit hunched over and his hands seemed detached from the rest of them. He also made weird symbols when he spoke. His voice itself was eerie enough. He stared at Sans with his both eye sockets, though on seemed to be deformed into a more permanently sullen-looking state, while the other was wide. His grin seemed melted and the look he gave would give someone with a LOVE twenty the chills.
Sans gave the skeleton a sideways look back. "Assistance? What kind of assistance, pal?" Sans asked. The other's grin seemed to grow impossibly wider. He led himself over to Sans' machine and told Sans to observe the readings on the monitor. With one of his strange clocks, he winded it and the sever reading began to drop. The strange skeleton never touched the machine as he did so. Sans could only look with slight shock and amazement at what this man had done. "My powers are limited at the current. I need your permission in order to stop the resets, once and for all," the mysterious person explained. "I can stop this timeline from experiencing a temporal collapse, if you will just let me do my work," he explained.
No more resets. Everyone would be safe. The loop would break and Sans will be able to see beyond the sunset on Mt. Ebott and actually live again. He could stop feeling so pressured and weary of the next reset, he could see his brother and friends happy that their hopes and dreams would come true. He, himself could be happy again, he could actually give a full smile knowing it was over. The mystery skeleton held out his hand for a shake, the clock indented in the hole seemed to tick a bit softer, almost as if afraid.
Sans slowly lifted his hand, unsure if he could really shake it with this skeleton. There was now a really foreboding chill in the air as Sans began to grasp the other's hand with a bit of uncertainty. The two shook hands. "Excellent. I shall get stated right away then, Sans…" The skeleton chirped. "Wait, how do you know my name, I never…!" Sans began, before the hands of clocks the other was wearing began to spin out of control. Then there was dust. Monster dust filled the air and began to circle at this strange skeleton's feet, if he had any under that red robe.
Sans looked outside through the door in horror, as every monster in the underground began to dust at the same time and swirl inside. Papyrus looked terrified! Then, their souls, somehow stable, began to meld with the dust and form something. It was dangerous to meld monster souls and bodies like this, what was that crazy skeleton doing?!
The dust settled, and a gold rimmed clock had been made from the amalgamation of all the souls in the underground. It looked exactly like the eleven others the maniacal skeleton was wearing currently. Sans looked at the monster before him in horror. That's when he sees this man's LV. It was 9999. It was over twenty. How was that even possible? How many souls had been turned into those awful clocks Sans saw before him?! A man like that wasn't going to get what he wanted. As the other skeleton reached for the newly made clock, Sans took the most eccentric leap he had made in a long time diving for it, grabbing the clock and activating a shortcut to get away from the monster that had done this.
The other skeleton seemed to look a bit angry, upset his prize had slipped away from his grasp. "Very well, Sans the skeleton of timeline Omega-67. We'll do this the hard way…"
