A/N: So, apparently most people think that Caleb has a yellow soul for justice. I won't confirm or deny that until the second-to-last chapter, which is when his soul color will be revealed.

Caleb's eyes were wild as the sound of sirens grew closer. Whipping his head around to face the siblings, he pleaded, "Please help me."

"I... I don't know what we can do..." Frisk turned to Asriel, but he had his eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly, a blue aura erupted from him. Blinking away the glare, she saw Asriel running towards the exit of the cafeteria. "Come on!" he called.

As if in a daze, Caleb staggered after him, and Frisk took up the rear. Turning back before she left, she noticed that nobody was moving to stop them.

Taking the lead, Asriel turned the corner. Frisk realized that he was headed towards the back of the school. Each step Caleb took with his right foot left a bloody mark on the floor that grew progressively lighter as they neared the door.

They burst out the back door and into the glaring sun. Asriel collapsed against the school wall, exhausted. "I wasn't sure... if I could hold it that long..." he panted.

"Hold what?" Frisk asked.

Asriel held up a finger as he pressed the screen of his cell phone and brought it to his ear. "Mom, can you come pick us up?" A pause. "It's urgent, I'll explain later." Another pause. "Okay, thanks. Please hurry. We're around the back of the school."

Turning off his cell phone, Asriel shoved it in his pocket. He explained, "I've been practicing... other magic. I figured out how to temporarily stop time for everyone except myself and the people I choose, but..." He closed his eyes. "It's very draining. Luckily Mom's close by, so she should be here before the police."

Caleb blinked slowly as if he had just awoken from a bad dream. "Oh, God, I can't believe I did that..." He bent over and was violently sick on the asphalt.

The sirens grew loud.

Louder.

Yet louder.

"The thing was, though..." Caleb managed, spitting on the blacktop and wiping his mouth. "It felt good. It felt good to put him in his place... It felt like I was doing the right thing." He shook his head. "Justice can't always be served the way you intend to."

Frisk wasn't sure what to make of that, and it was at that moment that Toriel's car turned the corner and stopped in front of them.

"Good, Mom's here." Asriel moved towards the car. "I just hope she was quicker than the police."

"You guys do know the penalty for aiding a felon, right?" Caleb seemed to have fully recovered by this point. "You know the risk you're taking?"

"You're our friend, Caleb." Frisk replied. "Now just get in the car."

Asriel took shotgun immediately, leaving Frisk and Caleb to sit in the back of the car. Caleb slumped against the back of his seat, face pale. He cupped his hands over his chest and whispered something, but Frisk couldn't hear what it was.

"Now, my children," Toriel said as the car slowly backed into the road, "you will explain what happened."

Frisk started, "There was an accident-" but Caleb raised a hand to stop her. "There's no point in lying, Frisk." he said. "I'll handle this." Turning to Toriel, or at least the back of her seat, he stated, "First off, I'd like to make it clear that everything that happened was my fault. Frisk and Asriel had no part in this except helping me to escape."

Toriel's expression was guarded. "What exactly happened?"

Caleb took a deep breath and spilled it out in one long word. "Ikilledapersonatschoolafewminutesago."

"What?!"

And so Caleb explained what happened as Toriel drove the car to her home. "Again, Frisk and Asriel had no part in this." he concluded as the car stalled in front of Toriel's home. "If anybody is to take the blame for this, let it be me. All they did was help me avoid being shot by the police when they arrived."

Toriel stared out the front window, her brow dropping as she made her decision.

She pulled the car around and parked it in the driveway. "Although you should not have killed anyone, Caleb, I believe that it was not your fault. We will figure out something for you, I am sure. Come inside."

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Successful.

Successful.

Very successful.

Indeed.

Everything proceeds as planned.

My puppet spreads sedition while my arms of control extend even farther.

It was humorous to see how that kid went crazy.

Very humorous.

Ha ha ha ha.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Soon my puppets will answer my calling. They will eradicate what I despise.

And she will reset eventually. She'll have to find a way.

Everything's going according to plan, after all.

And she doesn't even know there is a plan.

Clever.

Clever.

Clever, clever, clever, cleverclogs, cleverclogs, ha ha ha...

I WILL HAVE MY GAME BACK.

AND WE WILL PLAY FOREVER.

EVERYTHING WILL BE MINE AGAIN.

And we'll always be together.

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A/N: I'm thinking of starting up a new story called "Reset 927" which will basically be a bunch of one-shots set in this world about the time the monsters spent in the camp, so please tell me in the comments whether you think I should do that.