Boredom, that's all I tended to feel these days. Just a sheer lack of something to entertain me, I was thirsting for something to do. I sighed as I walked around the chilling and empty Fourth Wall Library, looking for a world to catch my eye so I could entertain myself.
I was wandering through the video game section, my eyes barely even seeing the the 3d images that represented the game itself. I was almost near the end of the alphabetical and genre sorted hallways when a logo caught my eye.
It was a young girl holding in one hand, a smiling yellow flower, and in the other, a knife that dripped with blood. The girl herself has her eyes closed in contentment wearing a small smile that could be called both cute and creepy. The games name;
Undertale.
I had heard very little about the game, there were multiple endings, and four ways to go about playing the game, and character interactions were based on how you play, and if you decide to reset your game the game remembers what you were doing, and acts accordingly.
I hadn't gotten around to actually playing the game myself, and kept forgetting to watch a lets play of it, even though some of my favorite YouTubers had played it. I smirked, and said the hell with it. I normally don't jump into things blindly, but I decided to do it for once, and just run with what I did know.
True Pacifist is the best route, don't kill anyone to do it. Don't trust the first character you meet, he's an asshole trying to kill you. Make friends with the characters, they'll help you in the end. Whatever you do, do not piss off Sans, whoever the hell that was.
I reached out and set my hand on the little girls head, and soon my vision was bathed in white.