Shadow: Hello everyone. I've been suffering from the worst writers block ever. I'm going to try writing another Fanfic to hopefully come up with an idea about what to write.

Chapter 1

As you watch the monster turn to dust on the screen, you can't help but be filled with satisfaction. Finally, it had taken you ages to wear it down. Your first genocide run had left you rather heartbroken, and all the other ones you have done weren't exactly pleasant, but strangely, this time around you were actually quite enjoying yourself. You knew all the tricks, how to get the most possible EXP, the attack patterns of nearly everyone in the game. You even went out of your way to find and kill those hidden bosses, Glyde and So Sorry. Sure, you felt awful at first, but after enough run-throughs you managed to numb yourself to a point where even killing the friends you've made in your Pacifist run was done without feeling the slightest bit of remorse. In fact, you even felt...accomplished, somehow. You've experimented with every possible outcome; you've seen how every death affects every other character. But just in case, you've taken precaution not to taint your save file, always resetting right after killing Sans so that you'd never have to face Chara. Just because you loved doing this run-through didn't mean you wanted to ruin any Pacifist runs that you might do in the future. It was kind of cheating the whole point of a genocide run, you supposed, but it was just a game. Nobody could dictate you on how you should play a video game.

After a few more hours of playing, you had gotten to Sans once more and beaten him. The battle went by much smoother when you had all his patterns memorized already. You could hardly believe it had taken you weeks on your first run-through. Well, now was a good time as any to stop playing. It was already three in the morning and you didn't want to start the whole game over so late at night. You saved right next to the throne room and quit, deciding you would reset in the morning. Maybe tomorrow you would do a Pacifist route. It's been a while since you've done one of those. You jump into bed and turn off the light, exhausted. It's been a long day, and you mostly used Undertale as a way to unwind. You supposed that playing for hours and hours may have been overdoing the whole "unwinding" thing, but you loved the game so much that you just couldn't help yourself. You loved to sleep as well, however, so as your eyes closed you promised yourself that next time, you would stop at a more reasonable hour. Of course, you promised yourself every night. For a few moments, you considered actually going into the throne room and letting Chara take control, just to see the ending for yourself. With that thought still lingering in your mind, you soon drifted off to sleep, expecting the fun and unusual dreams that filled your mind most nights.

...

But there was nothing.

The void coated every one of your senses. You couldn't move, you couldn't feel, you couldn't hear, you couldn't see. For a brief moment, you thought you had died somehow, but it soon occurred to you that if you were even having these panicked thoughts, you must be alive. Either that or you were in Hell, which you doubted, since you've never been an especially bad person...

...right?

You struggled to remember how you got into this situation. This void was so consuming you could barely think, but your adrenaline kept you going. What were you doing before this void? You went about your usual day, got home late, stayed up for hours playing Undertale, and then-

Fell asleep. You smiled in relief. This was all just a bad dream. Of course, how could you have not realized this before? Your dreams had always felt realistic. This was just an especially vivid one. You willed yourself to wake up.

…

Nothing happened. Confused, you tried again, focusing hard on waking up and feeling your warm, fuzzy blanket. You stayed in the emptiness. This was starting to freak you out a bit now. Maybe this was some sort of Inception situation? A dream void inside a dream void inside a dream void or something? How could you get out of this? Was anybody else here with you? Would you ever see your loved ones again? What-

No, no, calm down, you told yourself. Calm down. It's just a bad dream. Some nightmares just last until the morning. You just had to wait it out.

You can't wait forever.

Wha- Who said that? Did somebody actually say something or did you just imagine it? Was it all just part of this crazy dream?

You still think this is a dream? Haven't you figured it out yet?

The voice chilled you. It was...indescribable. The best way to put it was that it sounded like silence. You could barely wrap your head around it, much less what it was actually saying, which is why that took you a few moments to process. When it finally clicked, you calmed down your sharp increase in fear by telling yourself that that's just what a dream voice would say. Obviously a dream voice wouldn't just tell you it's a dream.

You know this isn't a dream. You know why you're here. You know who I am. Your persistent denial was amusing at first, but now it's just sad.

'This isn't real! This is just a dream!' You try to scream out, but the darkness swallows up your voice, leaving you screaming inside your head. The voice seems to hear you anyway.

You're here because you let me in.

No. It can't be. Your mind scrambled for some sort of logical explanation, something that would make this situation make sense. But the voice was right. You knew, deep down, what this really was. You just couldn't accept it.

"But...but that was a game...that wasn't real!" You mentally shout in protest.

How vain of you to believe that your timeline is the only one that is 'real'.

You struggle to find a response to that, but your mind goes blank in shock. You...you…

You killed them. You killed them all. And you loved it.

"B-but I always reset! I never entered the throne room! I never let you take full control and destroy the world! Why are you here?"

Did you really think resetting would be enough to escape your sins? Or is that just another lie you tell yourself to feel better?

'"I...I couldn't have known...how could I have known?! It was supposed to just be a game! It's not supposed to be possible to manipulate other timelines or anything like that!"

Many things that aren't considered possible happen every day.

Hah. Under different circumstances, those words might sound optimistic, motivational even. You grimace.

Besides, the voice continues, I may have had a little...influence…over that part.

So you weren't completely at fault here! Without them, you wouldn't have actually been killing real, actual, living monsters!

But it was your choice to kill them in the 'game' at all. I had no part in that. You decided that all on your own.

You were running out of ways to escape the crushing guilt, and slowly, it began to sink in. Every single one of those monsters...they had families. They had lives. They had friends who loved them. They had favorite foods and hobbies and bad habits and hopes and nightmares and things that worried them and things that made them happy. Even the ones that survived, must've been traumatized from your actions. Oh god, what have you done?

"Is there...is there still a chance to make things right? Can I still help them?" You hoped with all your might that it wasn't too late to reset your game and do the best, kindest Pacifist run that the world had ever seen.

Well… you can't exactly return to where you came from.

'Why not?'

Like I said earlier, you let me in, and it allowed me to achieve my goal.

The implication of what they meant hit you like a truck. If you weren't trapped in a void, you would've fell to your knees. No. That...no...they couldn't have...everything is…

Gone.

You hadn't just randomly appeared in a void. The void was all that was left.

If you still want to help those monsters… I do have another option for you. It seems like a bore to simply let you rot away in the remains of your world for all eternity. I have a better idea, one that would surely be much more entertaining.

You saw two glowing phrases flash in the back of your mind. Accept offer. and Don't. Consumed with grief, you don't stop to think about what Chara is even offering before focusing all your remaining mental energy on the Accept offer option. You didn't care what it was. Anything had to be better than this.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Shadow: Enjoying the first chapter? I hope I can start working on my other fanfics soon. ENJOY!