There was another missing person's report. Honestly, this was just getting repetitive. There you sat, silently glaring at the monitor of your computer screen, looking blankly at the report that had shown up the moment you opened the internet browser. There was, again, no name or face for the alleged kidnapper who was behind the issue. As far as you knew, there was no motive behind the kidnappings either. But, there was one thing in common with every person who went missing.
You read it around the tenth report, that the parents of the missing teen in that report claimed the youth was a massive fan of the indie game "Undertale". After that was brought up, friends and family of the other missing people began confirming the same thing to authorities. It was at that point, that if there was a maniac going around kidnapping people for playing Undertale, you decided to lock yourself in your house.
You, too, were an avid fan of the game, completing all three types of runs, neutral, pacifist and genocide. Though, after completing the merciless run yourself, you made sure to get into the games files and erase the one that gives your soul to… whatever you named the fallen child during your playthrough. Honestly, you loved the game, were a big part of its fandom to the point of following a vast majority of roleplay, ask, AU and art blogs on Tumblr, you were just that much of a nerd. You read plenty of fanfiction, and even sometimes drew fan-art. You followers definitely liked your art and you loved the good feedback and comments you got from the few you had. You were kind of in that hater-free part of the internet, where you had some decent fans, but you weren't popular enough to attract unwanted attention to yourself.
Clutching a Sans plushy to your chest, you are a huge nerd with the skeleton being your favorite character, after all, you continued your browsing. You needed to eat at some point, which meant purchasing food, which would usually mean leaving the house and getting kidnapped by a psychopath Undertale hater. But, there is such a thing called online shopping. Since you usually worked at home for money, and your parents were there to support you with a healthy amount of allowance until you got a "real job", affording food would be no problem. You placed your order into the website and payed with your account.
It would take a while for groceries to get here. You looked around for something to do. You could actually read the fiftieth article about missing Undertale players again, but it just seemed like a waste of time. YouTube was starting to lack in interesting videos, since YouTubers who played Undertale were also on the kidnapper's picking list. There was some huge uproar when popular gamers, animators and other fans on the site began vanishing with the rest of the kidnapped souls. More reason to stay locked in your house with your trusty computer and tablet, along with your near and dear Sans plushy to protect you from having overly scary thoughts of the kidnapper coming for you next. It was a comfort thing, and you hated when people knew about him just to call you a baby for having a toy. You glanced at the plush again, an idea forming in your head. You finally found a way to pass the time.
Launching Steam, you scrolled through your library of purchased games, all the way down to Undertale. Who cares about some silly little game so much? It's only around six hours long for those who knew what they were doing, and you definitely did. You opened the game again, not having touched it since your no mercy run and meddling with the files to "undo" selling your soul. The game started up as normal, though the room started to become cold, really cold. You got up to check the temperature, only to see it reading as normal. You also noted it was the computer that was snow cold. Promptly, you grabbed a blue winter jacket from the closet, again, you are a huge nerd, and invested in getting a replica of Sans' coat, hoping to get into cosplay one day, and threw it over your arms before returning to the ice cold computer. The monitor practically generated the freezing atmosphere, as the letters for Undertale's start-up menu trembled violently, like you remembered it.
Name the Fallen Human
Chara
Why not go with a classic? Chara was the true name of the first fallen human, after all. Though, instead of the usual "The True Name" that appears when inputting Chara into the menu and confirming, the moment you selected 'done', a new message appeared, one you hadn't seen before.
This is your only warning. You will avoid playing this game again or meet the fate of the others. Please do not continue.
Uh….what? Why would a video game ask you not to play it? Meet the fate of the others?! Did that psyco kidnapper hack your computer?! You glanced around your room in a panic, looking to make sure everything was firmly shut and locked. A chill went up your spine, and you were unsure if it was from the sheer cold leaking from your computer or the slight emergency of the situation. You pulled out every stop to make sure that crazy person kept his mitts off of you. You ensured everything was locked down tight, windows shut, doors closed and you hidden in the dark to make sure no one would see shadows against the window. With your safety secured, as well as your intentions, you hugged your plush tightly and pressed the Z key to confirm you wanted to continue, ready to set out for one final true pacifist ending.
The name approached the screen as normal, as the monitor began fading to white. A really bright white, it was seriously starting to burn after a minute….wait…a minute?! You freezing cold computer must have crashed and left you stuck in the white fading of the game. You glared at the monitor and sighed in annoyance, getting up to go fix the problem yourself and shield your eyes before you became even more blind by the overwhelming white light leaking from your cold computer.
You went to take a step, but stopped immediately when your chest seized up. You saw a blue light somehow and unexplainably begin glowing from your chest. Then you began being dragged back toward the computer involuntarily. You approached and as soon as your hands went through the white computer screen (You had put them in front of you to stop you from hitting the thing), you started screaming. You were being dragged right through the computer, the cold and blue glow refusing to let up as you screeched in confusion, surprise and fear. How in all logical sense do you get dragged into a computer?! You tried pulling against the force, but that only made it pull back harder, to the point of it hurting your chest. You were soon engulfed in the white glow, your kicking legs dragging things on your desk into the whiteness with you.
The darkness faded to black and a loud, pounding heartbeat echoed in your ears.