Every night I sleep, it's another night I remember. It's the same thing, every night, I forget, and try to dull the pain. The metropolis issues standard issue victory gin and victory melatonin. It eased the pain, going back to rot and decay. I was once a holy man, now I'm no different from the general population, aside from being invisible. This is the life I've been living, I wake up in my dilapidated apartment, rose tinted windows, and crimson walls, not of my choice, I was only a room mate of Kathy. This place, it's evil, and the evil has silently slipped into my being. I don't even remember their names, I don't even know why I'm here, what am I doing.
"Hey, human, w-we h-have company, oh gosh."
"YEAH, these bastards are coming in like nobody's business. WELL, COME THE FUCK AT US HAHAHAHA!" the weird fish person shouted as a volley of gunfire could be heard just through the door.
"Brother, you're here, you've been here all this time. I thought something like this would be going on, but, no, it's real. I'm sorry for everything, please, forgive me." the flower pleaded as the doors came crashing down, police mowing down the people around me, destroying the computer, and ripping the flower from my arms, then burning it. They had won, I was to be taken away, taken to room I don't even remember anymore, 101? 1001? 420? Who cares, I give up, this isn't worth continuing, empty brass raining from heaven like my families viscera. Gun to my head, yelling at me to not move, I grabbed the hand, and pulled the trigger, but I just heard a click, the magazine was empty. I tried to grab hold of the gun, but the strength of the cop was too much. Then, I was dragged away, to the ministry of crime. Then to the room, then to my grave, then to my personal hell. I've died, I've lived, I've came back, where am I? Back in the forest? Ha, it's still a dream, isn't it. Well, since I'm still in my dream, might as well revive my, there goes the beeping, my regulator is on again, but I was so close, I could have brought them back.
I awoke, feeling determined, more so than any point in my life. I hoped that maybe some of my dream could help in this situation, whatever it is.
"WOWIE, THAT WAS A GOOD ONE." The tall lanky skeleton decided to interrupt the silence as loudly as he could, hey, I think everyone here needed a break.
"So, gleam any useful info from that?" I asked the two abominations on screen.
"Not necessarily, we haven't analyzed all of the dream quite yet, but we think so."
"Yeah, what Alphys said, THIS IS BETTER THAN ANIME."
"That isn't quite what I said, but I don't disagree."
"Gee, I wish I could have seen that, would have been pretty interesting, much more than anything else I've been doing the past, well, years." called out the small, now yellow flower.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you were me."
"he's right you know."
"BUT SANS, THAT WAS AN AMAZING JOURNEY."
"you really shouldn't say that."
"No, it's fine, if we don't how much better would we be from those who censor for political reasons? Have you learned nothing from all of this sans?"
"Hey, darling, that was some messed up shit if I must put it so bluntly." the box of bolts proudly proclaimed.
"Yeah, I don't know about the rest of that dream, a lot of stuff I've never seen before, but not everything was just a dream, there's a reason I've lost hope. I'm sure now you all know it."
"Well golly mister, I don't because I didn't get to see what was going on."
"Well, you might find out from that computer over there."
"Ok, our analysis is complete, there appear to be dependencies in the scanned memories of you, and the dream it's self, but, memory leak is a thing that can happen in these situations, so it could just be nothing." the very minion like lizard commented.
"However, we also took liberties to scan for your soul, it's much harder to do, and the only one to be recorded like this in the past was Frisk himself, he brought over a mint copy of mew mew 1 and demanded it be on record. Come to think of it, not only do I still have it somewhere stored in these walls, but he also disappeared that day, maybe he knew something we didn't."
"And the significance of this?" I remarked seemingly breaking the daze of the lizard, wait, can computers even be in a daze?
"Oh yeah, the scan that the computer did in the beginning saw that you were a human, and conducted the test, on monsters it's much easier, but humans, it barely works. Good news is that it worked somewhat, bad news the reading might have been faulty, and the best news, we ran it again while you were asleep and picked up a signal."
"Ok, and the significance?"
"Well, the significance is that, you have the soul of Frisk."
"Wait, what?"
"YEAH, WHAT? BROTHER? EXPLAIN."
"i knew something like this would happen, don't have an explanation from my part."
"Well, we have been working on a working hypothesis that there are only a certain amount of human souls that can be awakened at a time, and the souls that are are usually recycled throughout the generations of humans. The different souls have powers connected to them, usually tied to determination levels. The more determination, the closer it comes to being the original soul. We called the most pure soul, at least, the one with the most determination the second soul. Over the time of history, people have called it the sacred heart." explained the lizard calmly.
"So, the most determined soul is the soul of Jesus Christ himself?"
"We think the answer might be yes. But it's not Jesus that makes the soul, it's the person who has the soul. We also think that this universe might be a subsection of what happened after the sacrifice. From his sacrifice, we begin to see accounts of monsters and souls, not demons, but monsters. We think this place we call our universe, may just be the result of a fracture in time from the moment Jesus gave his life for mankind. Only one universe it would seem could receive his gift of forgiveness, the rest got useable souls and magic. But then again, this is all just a hypothesis, so it could all be incorrect."
"It probably is, and this has to be the most blasphemous conversations I've heard to date, and trust me, I've lived in the Metropolis for most of my life." I retorted at the final verse of dialogue.
"Yeah, it may be wrong but it makes sense when you see that the new age astral projection religion and their chakra mediators were studying this a long time ago."
"Do you know what any of those words mean? I'm not sure you do, because you if you did you would know that it's not only blasphemous, but it's also complete bullshit."
"WELL THEN, I have a theory that will MAKE YOU WANT TO SUPLEX A BOULDER HAHA!. So, SAY All of the souls on the planet are just one big soul, and in this universe, it is just one of many where the souls can be directly manipulated and magic can be done. NOW, for the fun part. I think that the origination of the souls is found somewhere in this universe, and on top of that, conciseness of souls can be utilized over generations of them. So if you have the red soul you will have experienced all of the red souls previously, which means IF YOU HAVE FRISK'S SOUL, YOU STILL MAY BE FRISK, and maybe Chara too. Now, this is where it gets a bit trickery, there may be a soulless population out there, and the souls harvested over the years underground were the colors of souls that could exist. SO, THAT MEANS, EVERY SOUL IN THE WORLD HAS EXPERIENCED A SINGLE POINT WHERE THEY WERE UNITED HAHA! THAT MEANS THAT EVERY HUMAN HAS HAD THE GRACE OF MY FORMER SOUL AND IF THEY ARE RECALLED TO THAT POINT, THEY WILL ALL BE AS STRONG AS ME! And, in the process, my soul and Alphys's soul will be reformed, maybe. But we won't mind not being there to experience it, because of the program for emotions and all."
"That's fucking retarded, not just retarded, but also bat shit insane. Multiverse theory? That's fucking shitty fanfiction and comic book writing. You two are one in the same, both full of shit ideas that won't aid us in the long run."
"Golly human, who's us?" the flower asked politely.
"All life on this planet."
"WELL HUMAN, DO YOU HAVE A PLAN TO FIX THE MESS THAT WE'RE IN? MAYHAPSE ONE WITH A BIT OF JAPEREY AND PUZZLEING?"
"I've been thinking about one, but It was all a dream. It's also quite complex and would require quite a fair few factors to go right."
"Well, I was thinking about coordinating a massive attack on the ministry. With the riots happening, it wouldn't be too hard to convince people to converge onto one target, and once inside I would have probably have died because I have nothing to fight with."
"That's an awful plan darling."
"Yeah, how would you have even gotten the message out you complete IDIOT?"
"I don't know, I had a dream once that these exact events would happen, and they sort of did."
"That's a cheesy way of saying that you don't know what the fuck you're talking about." shouted the monitor as it began to run some calculations.
"Well if it's so stupid, why are you running calculations to see the probability of success?"
"Well, for your information you baka, I'm doing it, because we might be able to make it work."
"Golly, I didn't think anyone would bring up a plan, I've already been making sure the rioters target the Ministry next, mainly through strategically taking out several cities along the borders. THE IDIOTS, THEY DIDN'T EVEN SEE THAT I WAS MANIPULATING THEM."
"Well, it won't be easy to get into the building, the only way is to open a gate."
"If we had some internet access, I COULD SUPLEX THAT GATE OPEN AND THE SECURITY WOULD BE NONE THE WISER HAHA!."
"Hey, I can arrange for that." The box of bolts adamantly claimed.
"Ok, but are you sure about this? We might accidentally pull your soul in with us."
"I've made peace with nonexistence long ago, I'll be fine." the heap of metal chugged out as he took his last breath, hooking himself into the computer, and assimilating into the program, all hardware taken up as one entity, now only used for internet access, void of consciousness."
"Your sacrifice was not in vain, dear Mettaton, we've found a way in. Wait, what's this website? 8Chan? What's this board, /underground/? Man this is fucking sad, all these posters wasting their lives on awful fanfiction. Jesus Chirst this one's an old one too, tumblr? What if every character in undertale were evil except flowey and the player? What the fucking shit kind of cancer is this, baka fucking faggots."
"Focus on the mission, come on."
"Right, I should be able to gain full access in 30 minutes. You four should go there, there will be a video that plays, and the raid will commence."
"we can take you there, but we would rather not get involved, not much that we could do."
"YES, MY BROTHER IS RIGHT SADLY, WE ARE WASHUPS OF OUR PREVIOUS SELVES, USELESS."
"It's alright, me and Flowey can take them on, wait, where did he go? Guess I'm alone again, see you people on the other side."
I climbed out of the tunnels on tunnels, a maze to most who fell, death surrounding in every direction. The Metropolis was on fire, everything burning, a clear path created out of rubble and ash straight to the ministry. Funny how the first building, is the last to fall physically, and the first to fall. From the Ministry, all decay spread out, it came back as a torrent of emotion, as a torrent of crime, and a torrent of cancer.
The layout, stranded sweet, distressed, and complete in it's uniformity, raising to heaven, arms outstretched, antennas to the population controlled by it's every thought. Mangled, devastated, yet full in form, complete in soul, or lack thereof. Full of it's self, as if one with the world, as if just destroying all, and laughing at the carcass left behind, yes, the Ministry was complete, and in it's completion, death and despair rung out from the land, leaving a wake of light in it's path, place where not the sheep would graze, only the goats, and the creatures that slither on bellies wrestling around, walking on foot to be crushed by mountains of ubiquitous hatred.
The murder of crows dancing on wind high, making puppets of the protests below, mimicking their every moves. Families wept, children slept, fathers died, mothers cried. All was alight, all was bright, the end of all was neigh, the end of the fear, the misery, the isolation. The fires of change blew across the land in this moment, and all was clear, crystal, and death, came swiftly to the streets. Dragons spewed frogs from their mouths, rivers ran red as blood, and the sky was darkened with soot and ash. The thunder claps of buildings collapsing, of people breaking every ounce of the once vibrant nation, all no longer mattered, what mattered now was to see that a new system would emerge, for better or worse, though that would be a difficult task.
As the song and dance reached their zenith, absolute was assured, the meanings lost to time became one, and the truth was heralded in as is. The great city had fallen, all had been released from torment, all had vanished from their slumber and awoke into the light, the light of destruction that had been wrought onto them by time passed, by time of the future when they can no longer speak and recant the tales of yonder, and the present by themselves for keeping shut to the world. The great minion posters, the great minion banks, the great minion supermarkets, the minion tower, the minion castle, the minion hill, the minion nation was falling apart, no, bursting apart at every seam. The yellow menace had been taken awash to the fire of truth, all had been set ablaze, nothing remained of the once rotting corpse, now given a proper funeral.
The tower in front of me, loomed, it lingered in the air, and as the people around me recognized my face, maybe they had made a video with my face on it? None of that matters, anymore at least. They recognized me, and followed me. We were storming this building, this monolith, this structure designed by the very founder himself. Designed to be a fortress impenetrable, a building to stand the test of time. A place where not even the Holy could enter, unless they exit in body bags. All soon to be destroyed from the inside. The entire population now followed, into the heart of the beast where none was certain, the great wall had been demolished long ago, and now the doors have been opened to the millions, all of us seeking revenge on the wrongdoings of our life.
Cold air blasted us, as if there were great wings flapping, keeping the place cold, and keeping all subdued in it's presence. Ice formed where moisture in the air rose, frozen chunks of air fell to the ground, sweat bringing more death than the riots, frostbitten by the very entrance to the most unholy place. The car was on fire, and we were all in the back seat, burning in the cold suffering of a moment lost, a victory seemingly closed off from life, then the doors closed on us, trapping what made it in, keeping us in that dark place, the beads of sweat forming ice-cycles. Then, darkness, everything was gone from us, had we died? No, we were still alive. We were all being carted off to the upper floors.
The elevator we were on rang 420 times, each ring felt a degree of warmth return, until the floor it's self felt our burning. Blinded by the bags thrown over us, and brilliance of light illuminating from the next room, eventually all were taken and thrown in. Oh the screams, the screams of the damned, cursing the creator, cursing the son, and cursing the holy spirit, they blamed even their death on the wrong entity to the bitter end it would seem, then it was my turn, though they stopped, somehow recognizing me in the mass confusion. They sent me elsewhere for evaluation, and paperwork to be signed. Seems that they needed a 27B-6 to execute the man they thought responsible.