"...GUAAAAHH!" Undyne's voice yelled out in a roar throughout the thin air surrounded by nothing but emptiness. Throwing herself towards the pile of rocks now covering the path to the underground, her hands clenched onto the shining blue spear that hadn't caused a scratch. Heaving her shoulders, her eyes were filled with burning anger.
"U-Um, Undyne, as much force as you put in, I'm afraid they won't b-budge." Alphys, attempting to sooth Undyne's restless fury, placed her shaking hand on her bicep. In no moments later did she shoot her hand back away, only for it to be grabbed tightly back towards her. Though Undyne's gaze refused to look back to her partner, her need for comfort was obvious.
"Why...Why were they so stupid enough to go back there?! Were they not happy up here?! WITH US? WITH ALL OF US?!" Her head hanging down, neck ache was the last of her worries as her legs buckled, the glimmering weapon in her hand just moments ago falling onto the rocky pavement beneath her. Gritting her teeth, she yet again gazed at the barrier, knowing that this was no accident to block their path. It was on purpose. That was evident to her.
"If anything...I-It's my fault. Please don't blame yourself! If I told them...or if they told me their plans to go back down there...I could have told them the consequences. Or I should have told them in the first place." Blaming herself for the departure of their two friends, she slowly walked up to the barrier, reaching out her claw to place itself on the boulders.
"Frisk...Sans...P-Please come home alright!" She spoke as if they could hear her. She wanted her voice to reach them, as much as it may be impossible. Then she remembered how their voices reached her that day. How it kept her determined. All of her friends voices were able to save the lives of all the monsters. It kept hope in her heart, that all of their hopes would reach the both of them.
"Frisk...stay determined alright?" Undyne whispered under her breath. And though it was only her imagination, she could hear her delicate voice speaking back to her.
My eyes burned from the escaping sunlight from the house I awoke in. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced across the room expecting to see a sleeping Sans collapsed on the ground as if nothing could awake him. Instead, was an empty spot that my eyes had to adjust to.
"...Sans?" I spoke out in a questioning voice, making sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. Removing myself from the warm bed I hadn't wanted to move from, I forced myself on my feet. Walking across the warm fuzzy carpet to exit the room, it was pure silence which I had already adjusted to. Nothing out of the norm, I shut the door behind me, to face an empty hallway.
Calling out his name yet again, it was no use. Rushing into the living room, I was shocked to see what I saw. My feet instantly stopping in their place, I gazed around the blood red room to see Toriel in her chair, eyes full of darkness. Bloody paw prints leading to the chair, the size was no doubt Toriel's own footprints. No signs of movement, I forced myself to move closer. My hand shaking uncontrollably over my mouth, tears began to flood from my eyes.
"T-Toriel...NO! You're not here! You're up there, at home! There's no way...no way you..." But as I attempted to reach out to touch her, I caught a glimpse at my hand. Moist to the touch, a red liquid dripped from each of my fingers. Rubbing my hands together, I realized the liquid substance on my hands were blood. Dry blood in my fingernails, I curled my fingers with disgust, knowing what I saw at this exact moment couldn't be real.
Turning my head towards the kitchen, I heard the rattling of cutlery from within. I hadn't wanted to go in there, yet, my feet seemed to automatically lurch closer and closer towards the kitchen. Looking down, my footprints left blood tracks. Each step I took was filled with blood. It was only until I reached the entrance of the kitchen did I see a figure with brown hair much like mine. Gazing at the mysterious figures back, I caught a glimpse of their side view as they reached into the cupboard above. Facial structure, much like mine, I then could only realize I was looking at myself.
They hadn't seemed to be aware of my presence, turning around to face my direction with a shining blade in their hands. Much like the blade I had seen covered with snow, I soon became aware that it was. Staring back at myself blade in hand, my body shook with fright and mostly shock.
"STOP! HEY! LOOK AT ME!" I screamed towards them as they walked right past me as if I was invisible. Following them back into the living room, I noticed Toriel had completely vanished into dust. It wasn't my last sight as I noticed at the entrance of the living room was a figure I could recognize from a mile away. Eyes glimmering like the deep depths of hell, I looked back to see Sans looking back at the other me with a look of hatred.
Her hand lifting into the air as if to swing at him, I ran up to them both, guarding Sans behind me. My hands reaching out from my sides, I looked back at her with tearful eyes. Somehow now aware of my presence, she looked back at me with blood red eyes. Her head tilting to the side, she walked slowly towards me, her free hand reaching out to my face. Peering over my shoulder, I noticed to see Sans had completely vanished, no longer behind me. My face freezing expressionless, I felt her hand caress my cheek, my body freezing at her touch.
"DoNT YoU SeE FrIsK? I Am YoU. ThIs IS YoUr PaSt DoNt YoU ReMeMbEr?"
"NO! I...I would never do something like this! I would never kill Toriel! Or...OR SANS!" I cried out, falling onto my knees. My hands covering my face in hopes when I looked back everything would return normal, it only resulted in my face becoming drenched with blood and dust. "Please...just...stop this."
The other Frisk knelt down to meet my gaze, holding me in her arms as if I were something precious. Attempting to escape her arms, it was no use. Her hand rubbing my back gently, in no moment did I feel the tip of the blade press against my back. My body shaking uncontrollably, I gained enough strength to push her away, jumping back onto my feet out of the living room as fast as I could.
Bolting out of the house, I ran with tearful eyes as wherever I looked, and wherever I ran, monster dust was everywhere on the ground.
"NO...I NEVER KILLED ANYONE! Not Toriel...Undyne...Papyrus...and certainly not SANS! So please...stop this! Bring me back to reality! Bring me back to him...to sans!"
"yOu'Ve HaD YoUr HaPpY EnDiNg MoRe ThAn OnCe FrIsK. BuT NeVeR DiD i ThiNk It Would LAST 10 YeArs...He remembers...He remembers how you killed him merciless. He never forgot." Her speech no longer hard to understand, her voice returned to normal. Appearing before me, her weapon had vanished, appearing to want to talk normally with me.
"Just please...return me back. Before I fell asleep. Before sans disappeared. Please...If you're me, shouldn't you know what love is?! SNAP OUT OF IT! Frisk!" Feeling odd to call out my own name, I struggled to reach out to her, yet it was no use. Her eyes were full of darkness and hatred. Corrupted by the evil spirit I had spoken with, It was almost impossible to pull her soul out. Or more so, my own soul.
"Don't you see? We live in two alternative universes. I'm the first you. Eventually, things started over again. You're the happy ending version. From all those resets, I watched. I watched as you re met everyone as if nothing had gone wrong. They fell in love with you all over again. You had no memory of it of course. You would have, only if I hadn't messed around with your thoughts. See, I have that ability. Since you're me, I have the ability to control every memory you have." She seemed amused by her explanation and my expression of hurt. Collapsed onto the ground, I clenched my hands into fists as wet tears fell onto the surface of my knuckles. And for the odd reason...I believed every word.
This whole time, I had switched everything back and forth. It wasn't my first attempt at a happy ending. That's what she was telling me. From all those horrible endings, she gained more power. I was all that was left of the good endings. The ending where I was surrounded by everyone I loved. The only way to get back everything I loved was to save myself. Save the soul that existed in me and her. Though the same beings, her soul was filled with darkness.
"...Myself. I mean...Frisk." I got myself back onto my two feet, to walk up to her slowly. Her blood colored eyes gazing back at me, I reached out my hands to her. In this world, with now the only two of us, it would not last until we would be brought back to the world I had just faced. The goodness in her making itself visible at this very moment, I only had a few short moments to speak to her. Pulling her into my arms, she struggled at first, but I held her tighter and tighter with each struggle. Eventually, she adjusted to it.
"I want you to have a reality as happy as mine. You can't stay stuck in this world forever. It won't do you any good. This whole time...you were following me. At snowdin that night...When you corrupted me. Spoke to me through my head...that was you, wasn't it?"
She didn't answer me. Instead, let me hold her. Stroking the chestnut brown locks on her head, I clenched her harder, feeling somewhat odd to hug myself.
"I told you...stay here long enough and I'll show you. You've run out of time Frisk. I'm going to have to kill you." Her voice more gentle, reached her hands away from me. Pushing me away from her, I suddenly thought of an idea. Watching the knife return into her hand, I held up both of my hands as if to stop her.
"WAIT! Frisk, please listen to me for a moment." I begged her as her hand raised into the air ready to attack me. Keeping my desperate gaze on her, I watched as she hesitated, giving me a look of annoyance as if to ask what on earth I had to say at a time like this.
"Though I may be giving up the moments I shared with Sans while trapped down here...I want to give you the chance I had. I have the ability to do this. I always have had the ability to alter the timelines. But never have I done it with a different version of me. Let me show you what I've been so lucky to see this whole time. Then, you'll understand. Please...take my hand."
Her eyes opening wide with shock, I watched her jaw shake from her clenching teeth. Gazing at my hand that I held out, she took a step closer and closer towards me, weapon still in hand.
"Heh...so what? Does that mean you won't exist anymore? We're going back into the past. You're just going to give your life up just to send me back there again?"
"If that what it takes to make that part of me filled with darkness happy again. Because as long as that hatred exists in your heart, a happy ending will never exist. We can't be alive at the same time, correct?" I smiled back at her, with a tinge of pain in my heart spreading. I knew I would not exist anymore. But would I exist inside her? I could only figure that out by going back. Something I never wanted to do.
Her hand clenching tighter onto the knife pointed towards me, her eyes switched from both myself, to my hand. Noticing that blood no longer on my body, I noticed that it slowly faded away from her as well. Her eyes glowing much brighter red than before, I kept my hopeful expression on my face. Remembering how thankful I was to have made it so far. Though the memories I shared with all of them would vanish, I knew they could always be rebuilt again.
And no moment later, did her hand lurch forward.