You ran.

You'd decided to cut your losses and get out of there─── Not for the sake of your own life, but for the small chance of saving his. Frisk was faster than you by a long way - and the more you frantically hobbled, you didn't know how long you would be able to fend them off.

You'd gotten them out of Snowdin - Screaming at them to follow you and to leave him alone. You knew if you failed here, they would seek him out once again and you would be back so square one. Your heart lurched in your chest - breath running frantic as they followed you out of the town.

It was only when you reached the familiar sight of the bridge─── Turning to face them, and swallowing the lurching breath hiccupping in your lungs, heel pressed against the wood and the crutch wobbling under your arm,

You didn't know what to do.

The Blaster watched Frisk, but ultimately - you could not command it to attack. Only Sans could guide them, and more than anything - they were just a breathing surveillance camera. Sans wasn't paying attention to the circumstance - what was he doing?

He wasn't here. He wasn't at the sentry. The Gaster did little but watch as Frisk advanced, and you were quickly left alone.

Holding tighter to your crutch─── As they throw the first strike, you bite the bullet and throw it up. The wood cracks against their plastic blade, and you're thrown a little bit back. You felt the sweat gather under your brow, but for now - it was you against them. You controlled them. You made them this way──

You use the crutch as a weapon, steadying yourself on your leg, you thrust it against their head with an unforgiving SMACK! You hear them take HP damage, and for now - you're letting your own determination guide you; the determination that had killed so many, and now, was going to save everyone.

You weren't going to let them destroy anything ─── Not without you.
You were the conductor of this game, and ultimately, it would be by your hand that control would be regained. Not by Frisk's, not by Sans' - By yours. You stand over them, shadow breathing down their neck. You were breathing heavy─── You were going to end this.

You had to, no matter how strong they became-

("PLEASE, DO NOT HURT.. MY FRIEND.")

This was your atonement.

"────Leave us alone,"
You throw your crutch again, and again─── Hitting them once, twice - on their cheek, shoulder, arm, stomach, back. They recover- they throw swipes at you which you dodge the best you could. You swing the crutch under their legs, and soon, their rump hits the snow below. You bear your teeth - It was now, that you would take control from them as the PLAYER of this game, "This isn't meant to be like this - I'm not telling you to kill anyone," with a hiss of your breath, you press the tip against their throat. You were larger than them - by no extension stronger, but pressing your foot against their hand, you snarl like the wolf you were.

You weren't a hero. If anything - your corrupt nature was still a downfall in any circumstance. Even when saving someone, you felt it in your heart to drag this monster for the filth they became. You would make them fear you - you would make CHARA fear you. You were the conductor of genocide, and it was now, they would realise that or you would die trying.

"I've turned you into a disgusting thing - and now you act because of them.
Chara ──── A demon that has taken your soul for their own," did they hear you?

All they did was with wide eyes, they stared up.

"Leave this place and never come back. I may not be strong ──" You press the tip harder to their jugular, feeling their windpipe slowly constrict. You hear their HP lower - little-by-little, you were hurting them. You feel your voice shake in your own exhaustion - You knew if you let up for even one second, they would rip you apart with no mercy.

So it's with sweat riddling your face, you let it be known for all to hear,
"─But I will kill you if you rip these people away from me."

And squeezing your eyes, the tip leaves Frisk's neck── In one foul swoop, you bury it under their frail body, and you send them flying. You hit the ground from the lack of support, but you see them for a faint moment - hovering over the gap that only lead to darkness. The rocky crevice that awaited them down below was only a breath away,

You watch them fall─── And slowly, you drag yourself up, panting with that wild look in your eye. This was who you were - someone desperate to make things right...

..But hell if you would forget all the things about you that were so wrong.

Wiping the drool slathered from your teeth─── You let out a tired huff. You were going to have Sans finish your leg, and then that's where it would begin. Frisk would survive that fall - They would suffer, but you KNEW they would return. They always did.

But you'll be ready -
Brows knitting, you spit blood to the ground.

They'd gotten a few hits - but nothing to last. You lost one of your canines, but it was worth it. For now, what you needed to do was to find Papyrus... You were going to help him. You were going to help him like for so long, he helped you.

You returned to the place where you saw him - He was gone. Trailing your eyes along the snow, you don't see his footprints walking away─── You see a smaller set of prints left to the frost; slippers seeming to hurriedly hobble along the ground, wandering back to Papyrus' house. You thickly swallow, stumbling back to the wooden door.

The Gaster kept near by your side─── You see the chain slowly dissipate as you approach the home. The magic runs to dust at the touch of your fingers, looking up to the creature, before it's with you biting your tongue, you open the door.

"..."
Your face runs pale at the sight.

"hey buddy - don't worry, everythin's gonna be okay."
His hand stroked slowly over his brother's─── The smile twitching, and his body unmoving. You watched him stand by a life struggling to hold on - you could see it, the body of a man so kind staggering, shivering and breath drawn as heavy as rock.

"Pap.."
You couldn't even get out his whole name. You were weak ─── You couldn't say a word, for the minute you made a noise, Sans looked at you. His brother was out cold, fighting for his life even with the aiding of items - What did a monster do when it had no determination to hold on to?

You could see the pain in his eyes.

And without even so much as a blink ─ He was infront of you, hand locked to your throat, slamming you against the wall. He was hurting. He was afraid - You could see it in his eyes as your breath slowly left you. His hands shook - He didn't know what do do.

"you ran away───"
He didn't sound the same.

"y'ran away when my brother was sitting there in the snow," he sounded so confused.
"tell me why ──"

He wasn't joking anymore. He wasn't playing ─ He wanted to know. You could feel his voice get louder, and his grip get tighter, "you were meant to help him─ you were mean to help the both of us.

you were meant to help us piece this shitfest back together and you ran───"

He picked you up again─── And now, you see something travel down his face. The teal staining his left eye shone, and it's now,

You see Sans cry.

"what the fuck are we meant to do now?
he's going to die and it's just gonna be m─"

His voice breaks. You're dropped, and his hands cover his face.
He wallowed. He wallowed in the mistake of leaving you both alone.

"──it's just gonna be me again. just── just me."

His hands drop, and truly ─ You see his hurt. In his voice. In his gaze.

"you fucking des-destroyed everythin', kid."

You couldn't even argue.
You were silent against his cries── Against his hurt.

You look back to Papyrus─

And soon, you too, begin to weep.