6/11/201X

It's been one week. One week since Asriel broke the barrier. One week since all monsters went free.

One week since The Player lost their power over me.

Even though the Underground is where I've met the kindest, most compassionate people in my life, I can't help but despise it. When I'm down there, DETERMINATION rules me. The Player rules us both. It's up to them whether we show mercy… or grab the nearest weapon and start slashing.

It's already happened once. The Player decided to reset after killing Sans. I don't know why. Maybe they felt guilty. Or maybe they could sense Chara's… nothingness, and were afraid of the demon they had created. I know I was.

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Chara's gone. They always vanish after we complete the game until the next RESET. Who knows where they go? Just another question to add to the list.

Perhaps they move on. Once we complete the game, I mean. That's nice to think about. They enjoy the void. I can understand why. There's nothing there. No happiness, but no sorrow or guilt, either. What's less nice is that they get ripped from it to join me in the Underground every RESET.

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Sans has been avoiding me. He remembers, I know he does. He doesn't show it in front of the others, but I swear his eyes went dark once when looking at me. I think he's been watching me at night sometimes as well. Keeping an eye on me.

I also saw a book tucked inside his joke/quantum physics book. It was a book on how to exorcise demons.

Who does he see? Me or Chara?

… I should tell him the truth. That it wasn't Chara's fault, despite what it looked like. If anything, it was mine for falling down that stupid hole in the first place. But… would he believe me?

… No. He wouldn't.

He would blame me.

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That's what it looks like. To anyone else, it's just Chara and me. If it isn't their fault, it's mine. Simple.

He would kill me for it. Maybe. He might still trust Frisk. But I don't know for sure.

Alphys might believe me. She's been researching The Player for a long time. Flowey might, too. But Sans is the most powerful. If he really wanted me dead, he could hold them all off long enough to end my life.

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What happens if you die on the surface? Do you just… disappear? Like you would before all this? Or will I become a ghost? Like Chara?

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I don't want that. It's so silly that I'm scared of death at this point, but I am. I am. At least I know what The Player can do, and what they can't.

At least I think I do.

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I'm scared. What if he tries to perform an exorcism on me? What will happen to me? To Chara?

What if they aren't there anymore?

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Will he kill me?

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I can't let that happen. Someone has to take the blame. That someone should be The Player, but… no one knows they exist. All the others saw was our red eyes and pink cheeks. All the others saw was our hands coated in dust.

All the others saw was Chara.

People can only believe what they see, right?

And… that is the untold story I've been hiding for so long. The reason I'm so afraid is because I'm worried that… psycho, Chara, will come back. Finish what they started. Kill everyone I've ever loved. Undo all my MERCY.

That is the truth.

They leaned away from the computer, their back cracking from sitting in once place so long. Done. Days of recalling repressed memories, skipping meals and schoolwork, sitting at the computer, watching the lies fire from their fingers like bullets, straight into their best friend's heart.

But.. Chara's gone in this timeline. They can't see this. Even if there is another reset, they won't know. I'll never tell them what I wrote.

*Is it really a snow poff?

They'll never know.

*Love yourself! I love you!

It'll keep me alive. That's what they would have wanted.

*Still just you, Frisk.

It'll be alright.

*You are filled with DETERMINATION.

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Before they could hesitate any longer, they slammed their finger on the Enter key. Blog updated! The computer chimed cheerfully, unaware of their internal suffering.

It was done. No going back now. Someone had already seen it. The Ambassador of Monsters had many followers.

Guilt twisted their stomach. This wasn't right. They crawled out of the chair and into their bed. Hiding under the thick covers, they curled into a ball, sniffling. What was wrong with them? They felt so disgusted with themselves, but deep down, they were… not happy, but relieved. That they were safe from their friends' wrath. They were safe.

*You feel your sins crawling on your back...

SURPRISE! ... It's a snow poff.

My first Undertale story! I'm proud of it, even though this chapter's not that long.

This idea came around when I was looking for good Undertale animations. I try really hard to respect other's opinions on video games, but it gets hard sometimes (I rarely say anything, I'm just salty in my head). So there was this one flipnote that was like all the others, Chara smiling evilly with the FIGHT button and Frisk crying with the MERCY button and I was like, "Yeah, OKAY, Frisk... whatever." For some reason, that sparked this idea. So... thanks to the creator of that flipnote! I've been suffering writer's block for months. It's nice to be proactive again :)

So yeah! I'll try and update every Saturday other than this upcoming one. Stay tuned, and if you like it, please show your support by following, favoriting, or leaving a review! I really appreciate it.

EDIT: Just fixed a grammar mistake :)