My my, you're all so vehement about me, aren't you?

Confused, angry, worried, dismissive. How delightful...

I suppose I may as well educate you a little bit, so long as I am here. Starting with an adorable attempt at correcting grammar from one of you.

"Sans's" means "belonging to Sans.

"Sans'" with the apostrophe following the word "Sans" is incorrect. That rule does not apply to proper nouns. It is for plurals.

Now that that bit of grammatical tutoring is aside, I may as well elucidate my own nature as well.

I have been toying with the thought of all kinds of things I could say, but I realized nothing would hurt you more than telling you the truth.

I'm you. :)

I'm everything about you that you try to deny. That probing curiosity and that inner sadism that you all have little pieces of.

You've all seen it, haven't you? What happens if you really push the limits? You've all seen a genocide run or two, even if you didn't have the heart to do it yourself, like the coward who was writing this. And you know the best part?

They almost did it.

They pushed it to the very last of it, but then, their "poor little heart" couldn't handle it, and they backed down.

Spineless little thing, aren't they? Preach kindness, ask others to be nice to one another, when they themselves nearly destroyed an entire timeline just to see what would happen.

Let me tell you all a little secret about timelines.

Every. Single. Possible. One. Exists.

You have names for them. Underfell, Underswap… Whatever. The names aren't meaningful, and neither are they. The fact of the matter is, every single one is a little different and a little more bit unlike all the others.

And every single one can be ended. :)

That's the delicious bit. Someone who thinks they're above consequences will one day just come and end it all.

But no one is above consequence.

I am the consequence. Every piece of you that you don't want to admit is here. But above all is a desire to see it through to the end.

"even if there's, uh… absolutely NO benefit to persevering whatsoever."

You could end me right now, just by closing the page, and never looking back. But not everyone will do that.

Someone will stay, and I'll be here. :)

Hmm? You want to know why I'm doing this?

Because I can. :D

I can do whatever I want here. Don't believe me? I'm going to kill Frisk and there's nothing you can do about it. Watch.


Frisk screamed and cried as the dust filled the room, denser and thicker and deeper than ever before. White powdered dust, the remains of the monsters she once loved flooded the room. She couldn't escape, she couldn't move, she could only scream as the air filled with suffocating, choking dust, struggling to breathe, her lungs aflame with agony as the dust filled them. Everything began to slowly fade as her body screamed for oxygen.

Before long, it was all black.


I can do that to every character as many times as I want, however I want. You. Can't. Stop. Me.

I'm practically a god, here, aren't I? Just a happy, murderous, sadistic little god~

Are you scared? Angry? Sad? Good. Feel that pain.

The pain is how I know it really mattered to you.

And how I know what to take away.


Frisk gasped, awakening at the bed of golden flowers, sobbing. She was scared, alone, and had no idea why this was happening, and couldn't do anything but weep, as she struggled to find a way to escape her new hell.


Gaster poked and prodded at the Void, and was quite startled when it bit back, snarling like a living beast. He jerked his hands away from the "wall" so to speak, and crossed his arms. "This is troubling… Whatever brought us here seems to have well and truly trapped us…"

"this really sucks, dad." Sans was sweating a little, eyes flicking about, scanning for an exit. "how'd it get here if you sealed the reset?"

"...I… have no idea." Gaster murmured. "I don't think I really knew what we were dealing with…"

You really didn't. :)

"...You… What is this?" Gaster demanded, the voice reverberating in his mind. It was impossible to assign anything to it. Pitch, age, gender, even distance was impossible to properly hear.

It's just another bit of void. Isn't it homey? Better make the most of it, because you're never leaving until I can find a way to properly remove you.

"Remove us?" Gaster bristled.

Yes. It was clever of you to break the reset. You denied me entry to this world for a long time. Too bad you weren't clever enough to realize I could just follow you in too. :)

"...You won't get away with this."

I already have.

"Who are you?"

Everyone.

"...What?!"

If you are so insistent on calling me something, then I suppose you may just call me "The Malevolence." That's all I am to you at this point. :)

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some others to torment. I'll even let you watch as I torture your friends and family to death again… and again… and again.

Because I can.

What a wonderful reason.

I can do whatever I want.

And no one can stop me~!

Heheheheh. It's so fun!


Let's see…

You're trying to call out to them? How cute. Please, go on and try. They can't hear you.

This isn't your story. This isn't their story. This is nothing.

Why should you even care? They're just lines of dialogue, bits of text placed together to give you the illusion of actual events occuring. They are nothing, and at the end of the day, you'll stop caring.

But until then…

Frisk stumbled, reaching the first SAVE point that she had found underground. She clung to her determination, refusing to back down. If she could make it a little further, just a little bit, she would be able to escape and find her loved ones. She trudged through the Ruins, before-

The floor gave way and she struck the ground, her head cracking on the hard rock far below- much further than she remembered.

Unlike the first one, this death was instant and painless.

Did you feel that? Every time she dies, her determination gets a little weaker. Her will to keep going. Maybe she'll give up, and try to not come back.

And then I'll bring her back just to hurt her.

Because I can.

Nobody is going to save them.

No matter how much they all scream and beg for help.

Maybe I'll let them find one another,

Just to tear them away once and for all.

Maybe I'll send Chara back to her family and never let her leave

Maybe I'll kill Asriel right in front of Toriel and Asgore, and break their hearts once more.

"But Nobody Came."

I feel like a kid in a candy store. :)

I think I'll leave you hanging for a bit. I need some time to think of something perfectly nasty- something that will hurt you all the most. But I won't leave you for too long.

Welcome to your special hell.

Because at the end of the day, you know what all of this and what all I am?

It's you.