Chapter 22: Timeline 176

Freddy lay on the ground, sparks flying all over him, badly smashed. He feebly raised his right hand as if to try to throw one last microphone.

POW. Freddy closed his eyes and didn't open them again.

Bendy had shrunk to the size of a mouse, but he was still fighting, still throwing globs of ink, pathetically tiny as they were.

POW. Bendy became a smear of ink in the grass.

Cuphead staggered to his feet. Barely hanging on. He got up and began to fire, the weak peashooter blasts flying through the air oh-so-slowly.

POW. Cuphead's head broke apart and fell on the ground in three pieces, clacking. His cartoon eyes faded until they began dark, hollow sockets, nothing more than normal silverware.

The man turned. Only one left.

"Come on, Frisk," he taunted. The girl shook. He drunk it all in, all the pleasure, all the triumph of his revenge. "Just give me your soul, and all of this will be over," he said laughingly.

He took a step forward.

Quick as lightning, she brought up the menu.

But nothing happened.

She tried again.

But nothing happened.

A second figure suddenly appeared, standing next to Tim. A very familiar figure, clad in a green-and-cream sweater, with brown hair and devil-red eyes.

Chara.

And he was holding the reset button in his hand.

"Howdy, partner," the demon child said with a wink.

Frisk gaped, too shocked to say anything.

"Want to finish the job?" Tim looked lovingly at genocider as though he was his child.

"Sure!" Chara, despite being just as old as Frisk, was acting as though he was a five-year-old at Disneyland. He skipped forward happily.

And then it hit Frisk like a freight train.

It's over. I'm going to die.

She closed her eyes.

Suddenly, there was the sound of scratching.

Frisk opened her eyes to inexplicably see a small piece of paper and a pencil, writing the very words that she had been speaking.

Chara and Tim watched in shock, too, as the paper finished the sentence with a flourish, and with a bright flash, the piece of paper vanished.

"Eh, it doesn't matter," said Tim, waving a hand dismissively.

Chara lunged forward with his knife, and the last hope of the multiverse died.