*A.N. Howdy! It's been a while, hasn't it? So, I really don't like how Help is currently turning out, so I'm ending it and I'm going to re-write it. It'll be interesting to go back to writing UT fanfics, seeing as I haven't played the game in a while, as well as sort of fell out of the fandom (that's already cancerous, let's be honest. Some parts of it are ok, but most of it is pretty f*cked up). Anyways, It definitely will be a challenge remembering some things, but that's the fun of it, right?

Enjoy~

"Y'know kiddo, I never really wanted it to turn out like this. Y'know, you murdering everyone I loved and cared for, and me murdering you infinitely until the end of time. It's almost, poetic. You ruin my life, I ruin yours. Simple, right?" The stout skeleton chuckled to himself.

The person he was referring to, a young 10-year-old named Frisk, was sitting fixed in the air, suspended by a light blue glow, curtesy of the magic emanating off the skeleton. The bad thing was, he saw young frisk as a murderous psychopath, mutilating everyone in sight, but that simply wasn't the case. When frisk fell, they landed on a large patch of buttercups where, incidentally, another dead human laid in eternal rest. When they landed, their determination woke the human's ghost who, for some unknown law of reason or thought, began inhabiting their soul. After 371028472946 tries at peace, the same ghost, who frisk found it was named "Chara", began taking control of frisk's actions, slowly after each reset, finally taking full control of their body and going on a mass, genocidal killing spree all through the underground.

"So, I see you're choosing the "strong, silent type", eh? Well, that doesn't fly by me. You just slaughtered an entire race, and you cant even work the courage to laugh or mock me. It's funny, I always thought psychos would rant and rave about how easy committing murder was, but honestly, its even creepier when the murder stares you dead in the eyes, and says nothing. It's quite unnerving really" Sans stated, coldly. His eye was still flaring, but frisk could see, he was getting tired. Soon, he would grow tired and release them by mistake, and chara would end the punster.

"~c'mon frisk… lets end him~" came the strangely soothing voice of chara in frisk's mind. Quickly taking the reins, chara once again took over frisk, and made out it was frisk talking.

"Sans, look. Im sorry. I wasn't in control of myself. I couldn't stop what was happening. I couldn't stop the killing, even if I tried. It was Chara" Chara mocked, trying to look as innocent as possible. What they both didn't expect was Sans to start laughing.

"Didja really think id buy that? Bud, that ain't frisk. How do I know? Frisk doesn't talk. After 371028472947 resets, even after the true pacifist timelines, I never heard frisk's voice. No-one has, ever. So, 'Chara', whoever you are…

Go burn in hell like a good demon" he smirked before sending a large white bone straight through frisk's head, sitting them on the verge of death.

"And frisk, try not to do this again… I might not be so nice next time…" He chuckled before frisk blacked out.

~…~

Frisk sat up quickly, panting and clutching their chest, struggling to hold back tears. Their already blurry vision was almost impossible to see through, and their tears didn't make it any easier. The darkness crept up to frisk like a killer in the night, scaring them even more. Desperately, they searched for their phone to give off some light. After some searching, they found it on the ground charging. Flicking it on, the light from the screen lit up the room. Quickly as possible, they texted sans:

Frisk: Sans?

Sans: What's up kiddo? Its nearly midnight... did you have another nightmare?

Feeling a bit better, frisk texted him back:

Frisk: Yeah, they're getting worse by the day…

Frisk sighed and clutched their chest again. Their heartbeat was slowing down, but it was still quite rapid. And to make matters worse, Sans appeared out of no-where in the middle of their small room, scaring the living daylights out of them.

"Hey, hey kiddo. Calm down, its just me." He whispered, soothingly. Frisk looked up and instantly latched onto sans, trapping him in a bearhug. Their eyes began to tear up again, and she softly sobbed into his blue parka.

"Heh, that bad? Don't worry, no demons can getcha here" He chuckled, which earned a teary laugh from frisk. After patting their messy hair down, Sans teleported the both downstairs into the large family room, and sat the child in toriel's recliner. Frisk melted into the comfortable seat, slowly slipping back into the wonderful embrace of sleep once again. Smiling, he wandered into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of ketchup out of the fridge, chugging half of it down at once. He saw frisk had fallen asleep, so decided against offering them a drink.

"heh, they've really been through a lot. Saving monsters, living with us for 2 years, then having to go to a regular school. Sure, tori works there and somehow teaches 95% of frisk's classes, its still hard on them." He thought, sighing. He'd have to explain somehow to toriel how frisk had ended up downstairs, without having her break any doors down. Their carpenter had already been around 3 times that week, it was starting to become a habit.

"Oh well, that's a problem that could be sorted tomorrow. For now, I gotta get some sleep. Ive got to work tomorrow." He grimaced. A day at work, tired at that, was going to be difficult.

*A.N. Aaaaand that's chapter 1. Kudos to those who found the jokes I slipped in there (which were by mistake, btw). It took about 3 days to write, or about that. I'll try to have another chapter written to upload soon, until I find my ideal update schedule (if I even have one; im terrible with my time management).

Please leave a review of what you liked, what you disliked, and what needs improvement. Any questions can be left in the review box as well :)

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I put a lot of thinking into it, so it will be interesting to see where this goes. Maybe a canon character comes back, a major character is horribly injured, hell, I might even kill off a character (highly unlikely, unless the character is non-canon)

Enough rambling. Enjoy your day~

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