Petunia, a flower that means resentment for the past.

"You don't belong here." The grey scale child says again.

"I get that a lot." You reply, fists tightening.

You stare at the Frisk in front of you, knowing they're not yours. You know they're not your sibling. You know that. However you can't stop staring. Your heart doesn't hurt any less. After going through dimension after dimension, versions of your friend trying to kill you and some even succeeding, seeing Frisk… God you wished they were yours. This Frisk looked like they'd take your hand and lead you again through the underground for the first time.

They looked just like your Frisk... except for the black endless holes in their head and the smears of black tears on their cheeks. They were smaller, younger, thinner, and held an air to them that unnerved you. That and of course they were black and white. Literally. They looked like they had just stepped out of a 1950's television.

"You don't look like you belong here either." You say, looking them over. They don't react, still just sweetly smiling at you.

"None of us fuckin' belong here." Red butts in, glaring at you and the kid before rolling his eye light. "You the reason we didn' hop realities?" Red asks, sneering down at the other Frisk. They tilt their head cutely.

"You really do know about it all." They say. Their voice bounces around between half in your head and half out loud. It's all in different octaves and when you try to remember the voice from just seconds ago it goes fuzzy. "Usually I only tell the genocide survivors about the existence of other realities. Very few exist outside of them that know." Frisk stares through Red. You think it unnerves you more than it does him.

"Who are you?" You ask, drawing their attention back to you. Something, other than the obvious literally staring at you, was wrong here. Something in your gut told you to be wary of the child. It conflicted with your heart, which wanted you to treat them like your sibling.

"Frisk." They state. When you open your mouth again, they hold their hand up to stop you. "Not your Frisk, if that's what you'd like to call them. Not the Frisk of any realities you'd visit, anyway."

"You know 'em?" Red asks, giving you a look. You go to shake your head but then frown and nod.

"I know… A Frisk." You correct. "They're my kid sibling." You look back down to the child. "I never thought there'd be other Frisk's."

"Of course there is. In every reality there's another planet with another Mt. Ebott above another underground full of monsters." They explain, nose in the air. When they step forward you don't hear the step. In fact, as they move, you're convinced they're not even really touching the ground. As if they couldn't. "This Sans hasn't met his timeline version of Frisk yet."

"Wait," Your head snaps up from staring at the nine-year olds feet. "Red meets Frisk?"

"You've come so far but you really don't know anything." You bristle at the kid's tone but let it slide.

"I don' really care about all the details." Red says, crossing his arms. "Why're ya here?" You give Red a sideways look. You understand the feeling of wanting to go home, no matter what, but also you're pretty sure you'd like to hear the kid out. Especially because even if you got Red home, you're sure you'd still have a long way to go on timeline jumping.

"I'm here to take you home."

You both perk up at the kid's words.

"Take me home?" Red asks. You hear the suspicions in his voice, knowing it all sounded too good to be true.

"Of course. You shouldn't get too far from your timeline. It could cause problems in the future. It's easier if I just bring you back before anyone else finds you."

"Anyone else?" You ask, about to lead into your earlier question from before but Frisk pins you with the feeling of their stare.

"I'll explain everything in a minute. We should probably get somewhere safer." They gesture to the side, pointing off to the next bend in the cave. It looked like it was the end of the endless bog.

You share a look with Red. You're happy to see that he also held some resignation about the kids promises. However, being somewhere safer also sounded nice. With a short silence the two of you head off to the next room. Frisk doesn't follow and when you glance over your shoulder, they're gone. It makes your gut sink.

When you turn the corner you're surprised by two things. Firstly, it was stupidly dark, even with the bog of echo flowers being just behind you. You're positive it should be brighter than it was. Secondly, grey Frisk stood at the wall to your left. Next to them was a large dark wooden door, chipped and scuffed from years of wear, stuck into the side of the rock wall. They smile at you and Red and then step silently forward. They gesture to the door and your frown.

There shouldn't be a door here.

You might've never been this far out in Waterfall in your own timeline, and you're starting to get that every reality could be wildly different, but a door definitely didn't belong here. It reminds you of the last world glitching out. It reminds you of a dark hall in Hotland that shouldn't have been there.

"Earlier you said you told genocide survivors about different realities." You pipe up, refusing to move closer to the kid or the mysterious door out in the middle of nowhere. "Does that mean you go around to different realities of… genocide?"

"You know that Frisk killed them, don't you?" You flinch so harshly that Red instinctually throws an arm out behind you, as if you were about to fall. "Most Frisks', or Charas' respectively, do a genocide run before a true pacifict. It's not uncommon." The words are supposed to be comforting but they make you sick. "Out of every genocide run, their's almost always at least one left."

"You save them?" Asks Red, finally retracting his arm from behind you.

"I bring them to the Omega Timeline. It was an empty pocket in space before I took it over. Everyone inside was told how to get there by me. You can spend an unlimited time in there and then return to your timeline as if you never left. You can go home from there." Frisk then waves their arm at the door again. Red passes you.

Your legs feel heavy.

You understood the concept of the many realities. You could wrap your mind around each decision creating an alternate reality. Understanding that some versions of Frisk, with different backgrounds and upbringing could make different decisions than your Frisk, was easy.

But then why was Frisk destined to enter the Underground? Out of everyone in the world, why was Frisk the common denominator?

Why was Frisk destined to throw themselves into a hole that they knew would kill them? Then, as if spiteful, end up killing everyone in the Underground?

Why didn't your existence in their life change that fact?

Gaster said you didn't belong in your reality. This grey Frisk, who visited and hopped between realities, said you didn't belong. You knew when you entered the Omega Timeline, that could be entered my any infinite possibility of genocide survivors of the infinitive possible realities, that you wouldn't see yourself.

You didn't belong here. Not in the Underground… Maybe not even in this cluster of realities that involved these people and monsters. Maybe in the end you belonged to a different reality of Earth itself. How you got to this one you're not sure. You just knew that in the end, for whatever reason you did end up here…

You didn't matter.

You couldn't change Frisk's fate. In the end, did your existence do anything to change any outcome other than make another trillion set of pointless realities? You couldn't fathom the idea that this Frisk would even think the realities that you made, were a part of, would be important enough to visit themselves. Maybe they only came now because of how much you were messing up every timeline and reality you entered.

"Don't be scared." Grey Frisk says to Red ushering for him to open the door. Red stares at it, phalanges flinching back from the knob.

"I ain't gonna be scared of a bunch of copies of me n' my bro." He snaps back. However he still pauses. He grumbles something under his breath and then turns to glare at you. "Stop stalin' n' get over here already." His words are nearly a snarl and yet they make a twitch of a smile show on your face. Without giving away to your spiraling thoughts you go to stand next to Red, waving for him to turn the knob in his hand.

The door is silent when it's pulled open. A void of noise that you had expected to be filled until it wasn't. It opens to a black emptiness that tunnels your vision. Out of the corner of your eye grey Frisk gestures again. Red grunts and then shoulders past you to test out his footing in the empty space before walking ahead. The blanket of black absorbs him and he disappears from sight. Somewhere in your soul you know he's no longer in the same reality with you, you could feel him missing. You check your alter-sibling before sighing and walking in behind Red.

"Ya know… I studied this most of my life and you're still not makin' sense." Sans says, sinking further forward onto his patellas. He stares through the monster he's talking to. Not on purpose, of course, but because literally the monster was nearly transparent. His figure out lines the empty front door and the coat hanger that had little to do with coats and more to throw socks.

Gaster muffles his sigh with the press of his hand. Instead he takes a breath, one he probably didn't need, Sans thinks, before beginning again.

"Which part?" He starts. He looks to contemplate sitting, or maybe even leaning on the old sofa, but stops short. Sans wonders if the specter would be able to actually sit or if he'd phase through the furniture. He couldn't decide if it made more sense for Gaster to have the same physics and make up of a ghost, like Napstablook, or to mimic that of an error. A missing line of code that jumped in and out of existing, only creating a muck-up in its path. Sans wondered if Gaster touched the sofa, if the sofa would glitch like some unfinished computer program.

"Why her?" It's a simple enough question, but it makes Gaster stiffen. That or maybe his physical makeup flinched back into place, completely unrelated. Sans couldn't tell.

"Shes-"

"Special, right?" Sans snorts pushing off his knees to fall back into the plush cushion of the love seat. "I understand the idea of a growin' and shrinkin' limit on a dimension if multiple realities that share relative space is considered. Ya didn't explain why outta all the monsters, the ones ya knew, you chose the human." Sans sinks further into the cushions. "Why didn't ya pick me? Ya know I'd have an easier time gettin' ya back together."

Gaster floats closer. He can see the ghost of pain scrawled onto Sans's features before he sinks comically even further, face hiding in the cushion.

"She was able to see me, Sans." Gaster placates gently. "It was not a choice out of spite."

"Why her?" Sans asks again, moving just a smidge so that he was muffled. It's less of a question towards Gaster at this point. However the taller skeleton shifts in his own shadow. "What does she have to do with any of this?"

Gaster waits for Sans to ask more about you. He waits for harder questions. He'd given you the answers, but he was hesitant to explain your importance the same way to Sans. He hadn't even explained to you your true importance. In reality his decision was spiteful, but not towards Sans.

You had wanted so badly. When he had tuned into the void space that held the infinite universes for the first time with his machine, he'd passed over your reality. He was trying to dial down to certain frequencies - he didn't even notice your home. It was a mere speck in the infinite possibilities. It hadn't been important. But he heard you. Your soul reached out to him, a phenomenon that shouldn't have happened. No singular soul should've been able to feel his second hand presence and be conscious enough to call for his help. Yet yours did. It found him and it cried. He could hear your soul begging, craving more. You wanted a reason. A place. You wanted an existence that mattered. An existence where you could prove your worth and you'd be given praise. You wanted a puzzle to solve. You wanted to be needed.

You wanted a happy ending.

Gaster, who was trapped for hundreds of years in the Underground, hated you. He'd been there for the war of humans and monsters. He watched the hopes and dreams of his people be stripped because he wasn't smart enough to be steps ahead of the humans. The barrier was shut on him and he wallowed in self hatred. He blamed himself for the pain the people felt. He blamed himself for the broken dreams and shattered hopes. He tried everything to save them. He'd do anything to save them. It's why he disobeyed the king, ignored the worried words of an old friend's warning. It's why he made the machine. Why he studied the forbidden - looked into the prolonging and creation of artificial souls Why he found ways to steal new already made ones.

You were perfect. A soul that had the freedom he craved. You, in all of your self loathing, had the perfect unwanted existence that he could manipulate and use.

At the time, all he needed was the power to bring you over. At the time, he thought the solution was hooking on of his machines to a more powerful, larger, one.

At the time, he thought he was invincible.

At the time, he didn't think your soul would overload his machine, blowing it up, throwing him into the Core.

He's not ready to tell Sans what truly happened to him. Telling Sans, his past student, his employee, his son, would mean admitting to himself he was the catalyst to his own demise.

"I'm sorry Sans." Is what Gaster finally manages, squeezing the words out through parted teeth. Sans shifts in the chair enough that their eyelights can meet.

"How long until she comes home?"

"I am not sure. The machine is programmed to send her to each soul fragment once she retrieves another. It is up to the programming." Sans grumbles at the answer.

"Right. 'Cause sendin' her to an infinite amount of realities to find fragments of your littered soul, which could be an infinite number, was smart." He grumbles again but drops the subject. Again. He'd mentioned how horrible Gaster's plan was the first few times he had the scientist explain to him why he couldn't drag you back to him himself.

He wanted you home. He didn't like not being able to follow the feeling of your soul to you. He couldn't feel you anywhere and it made him antsy. It made him even more antsy after the way you acted before you disappeared. Speaking of which, he still hadn't told anyone that he found out what had happened to you. How could he? Gaster was a forgotten fragment that no one would be able to see or remember. Well, maybe they'd be able to see him now because of the fragments you'd retrieved. The memories would still be absent.

Sans didn't remember Dr. Gaster. His existence made sense, his name was scrawled onto every blueprint and document Sans had found in the secret lab he'd help Alphys clean out years back. He even found the scientist's name on a few books scattered in his own home. It had taken him years to decode the odd writing. Took him even longer to decipher what the scientist had meant by powering machines with "determination" or why there had been so much research on human souls. With all this work Sans knew the monster had to exist, but the name wasn't familiar. He went hunting for him though. Sans went through the records of monsters that had passed multiple times, checking for "W. ". For a while he assumed the mysterious man must've Fallen Down and had passed away from the illness like so many had.

He never found him.

Him or anyone that knew of him.

It was as if he disappeared one day and the memory of him was erased.

When the ghostly form of the deceased monster first appeared in front of Sans, he instinctively called out the old scientist name. There was no evidence that the two were the same. There was no reason or explanation to why Sans called out the name - it had freaked him out more when it turned out he had been right.

"Will everyone remember you when she gets back?" Sans asks. Gaster hums at the idea.

"I had hoped so. I told her as much at the very least. However, the more fragments she collects," Gaster sets a hand over where his soul hid in his chest. "The more I am sure the memories will not."

Sans stares at Gaster, not sure how to respond.

Who was Dr. W.D. Gaster? Why did the idea of never remembering him make Sans's soul ache?

The idea of being forgotten… It shook Sans. It reminded him of many things. It reminded him of your sudden change around him. It reminded him of nightmares that he'd forget by the time he woke up. It reminded him of ten years ago, sitting in the snow, staring at a bundled red scarf. It reminded him of the many memories that he had that no one, even his friends who had all been there, would never have or remember.

"By the way, Sans?" Sans doesn't seem to hear him, but Gaster continues without noticing. "Where is your brother, Papyrus? I have not seen him this entire time you have let me stay in your home."

"In the city." It's an abrupt answer. Too quick.

"Why has he not come home?" It's another question Sans wanted to avoid.

"Paps… Uh.. Paps lives in the city… Now." Sans tangled his phalanges in his hoodie strings. "Ya know so he can be a mascot n' all."

"Sans."

Sans glances up to Gaster, the pinpricks in his sockets wavering. Then, as if something clicked, his whole demeanor relaxed.

"He likes it in the city. He's close to the ambassador and the rest." San's grin grows. "Plus it's hard travelin' so far out to this place when he's got a skele-ton of work to do." He shuffles out of his seat as Gaster struggles to smother his groan.

"Sans that was horrible." Gaster looks up and then has to double take to find Sans had moved to the front door. "What? Where are you going?"

"To visit Paps. Kinda gettin' bonely without him." He laughs again when Gaster groans. "Ya keep the place occupied till I get back."

"Of course. When do you plan to return?" Sans doesn't answer as he turns back to the door. He shakes out a handful of keys from his pocket, sliding on off to set on the table next to him.

"If she comes back" Sans opens the front door. Wind immediately rolls snow into the house, covering his pink slippers. "Don't, uh, tell me unless she asks to see everyone?" It's a hesitant sentence. Sans does well to hide his grimace at the end of it. Sans does well to hide many things. For Gaster, who'd always kept an eye on his boys even through a darkening haze of near death that had consumed that last few decades of his life, he could see every twitch and sigh that no one else noticed.

Then he was gone, the door slowly swinging shut behind him, barely clicking closed.

Sans was not coming back.

Gaster knew well enough that without his brother this house, no matter how much it resembled their old home, would never be "home". Having been brought back into a more stable form allowed Gaster to finally have a sliver of life. At the same time, however, it took the one thing that kept him sane through the years, which was keeping an eye socket on his two boys. He didn't know what was going on between them but hopefully it was soon to be solved.

Either way, it seemed Gaster was checking off more items on his "second-life-to-do list" pretty quickly. He wasn't aware he'd come into possession of a house so soon. Sooner than even regaining his corporeal form. He looked around, wondering what he'd do first while waiting for you to return.

The Omega timeline was really big. Like really big.

You're not sure what you expected, honestly. A blank realm just full of wandering monsters? A room for duplicates that just had a feature or two different from each other? Bloodied and bandaged people roaming around in a state of horror?

You didn't expect a city. Especially a city that was bathed in sunlight looking like a remix of the underground you were familiar with. You had probably stepped out into the town square, seeming to be the main hub. Bars and cafes and shops lined the brick circle before you. Some of the bars you recognized, like Grillby's (which was much larger than you remembered) or Muffet's (a new but recognizable place), while others were less so. There was a "Floe and Tem" Shop, and a NTT brand sportswear store sandwiched next to it. A lion looking monster stepped out of the building, followed by a Temmie that was dressed in a suit. The weird duo made you finally take notice of the faces of monsters you knew from different timelines around you. You really looked at the happy bustling crowd. Monsters you knew walked around, from Toriels' to the nice cream rabbits' to Froggits'. There were many versions of Frisks', Charas', and Asriels' too. All of them different sizes and ages, walking around and talking as if they weren't dimensional copies of one another. There were combinations of monsters that you were sure never originally hung out so closely back from your realm, especially since they weren't even from the same dimension themselves.

All in all it was a weird sight.

"-don't worry too much about it. I'll show you where it's gone later." You catch the tail end of grey Frisk's sentence. You numbly look over to see them leading Red off down the street. You don't hesitate to quickly follow, knowing you'd be swallowed by the crowd if you didn't stay close.

"What's going on?" You stage whisper to Red. He sends up a glance out the corner of his socket.

"The door's gone." You immediately spin around to see that, yes, that door was in fact gone. There was just another road lined with more buildings, not an end to sight. "S'not like I wanna go back to that shit show." He was right, you didn't. Yet at the same time it meant you were in another reality without a concrete way out. At least the pieces of Gaster gave you an out and a set destination. Place you were meant to go. Where ever grey Frisk had brought you wasn't where you were supposed to be.

Not like you were really supposed to be anywhere.

As you walked, many monsters stopped to greet Frisk, all looking absolutely ecstatic to see the small child. They sent welcomes to Red and you too, but their voices wavered when they saw you. They nodded and kept on, but you felt their stares on your back. You pulled at Red's jacket, tightening it around you as a form of comfort as you kept trudging on.

You knew you didn't belong.

A part of you kept searching though. You looked for a face similar to yours. You didn't care if they were from a timeline like the one you'd just run from or one like the switched up one where Papyrus smelled of smoke. You just wanted to see a "you". It'd give you a small sliver of a hope that maybe you belonged here.

You hear a growl and look over to Red. He stares at one of the passing monsters - a Chara variation with a big red bow and a red scarf - and growls when their eyes meet. The child flinches and hurries past. Red pulls back, ducking his head. You realize that that movement was a habit to tuck his chin into the top of the jacket he usually wore. As if feeling your eyes, or looking to his said jacket, Red sneers your way. He snaps his head back forward, deciding to rightfully ignore you again.

You roll your eyes at his back.

Red was kind of a pri-

Suddenly the noises around you go quiet. Static fills your ears and you freeze up mid step, your thoughts dying in your head.

A soul fragment?

Here?

You look around, easily seeing a handful of Gaster spin-offs. You admitted they, well, looked nothing like the one you knew, but they were still there. They didn't seem to hear the same calling. In fact not one of the alternate monsters seemed to hear the soul piece crying.

You don't look back at Red or Frisk as you immediately go search for the soul piece.

You weave through the crowd, ignoring the looks of confusion or surprise as you bobbed and weaved between monsters.

All you heard was static.

As if the colors drained from the world you followed the invisible light that led you astray. It felt like you were getting better and better at finding these pieces.

You come to an abrupt stop at an alley. It was tucked between a place called "Cinna-Bunny Pastry shop" and "Cinna-Bunny Inn". the alley was clean sans a few dumpsters. You nearly ignored you own judgement and was about to move on when you noticed a small scrap of fabric poking out from around one of the dumpsters. It seemed to nearly glow.

It was a crumpled up pile of white cloth. It was tucked away, nearly out of site. You're sure no one would notice it. You're sure if it was left there any longer it'd be thrown away.

It called to you, begging to be picked up. It wept of loneliness of the need to be needed and it cried because it had become stranded.

You crouch down, ghosting your fingertips over the fabric. You flinch back, expecting the pull of a new reality, expecting to feel the soul leaving.

Yet it stays. It cries again and then woefully goes quiet. You feel the thrum of it still, just barely dancing against your fingers when you reach for it again. You wouldn't feel it if you hadn't grabbed a soul fragment before. Now that it was quiet you're sure you never would've found it in the first place.

The pile was dull now.

Picking it up you realize that it's an old worn lab coat. It had stains and marks from past experiments and failures. It's white canvas now painted with memories of joyful accomplishments and the despair of trying again and again without success.

"What the fuck are you doin'?" You nearly jump out of your skin at Red's shout behind you. You quickly stuff the lab coat into the free space of Red's jacket. You feel the beat of the soul fragment against your side.

"Sorry!" You turn on the ball of your heel and hurry back to the glowering skeleton. He growls, looking you over, as if expecting one of those horror movie Temmie's to be hanging off you by the teeth. Seeing you unharmed he rolls his red eye light and swiftly turns away.

"What's with that face?" He asks, his glare hardening. You slowed a bit, wondering what face you were making, but he grabs your forearms and pulls you to keep pace. He ignores you for a moment to catch up with grey Frisk, basically barking at anyone who obliviously walked between him and the child. Once the both of you are back right behind Frisk, still walking and talking about the "Omega Timeline", he turns back to you.

Oh. He was actually expecting an answer.

You thought he was just trying to make a rude comment to get a rise.

"You know.." You shrugged awkwardly and waved your hands around. "Something missing, right?" Red's frown deepens further. He subtly glances around, still partially facing you.

"Uh." He says, smartly, a bead of red sweat rolling down his temple. "Where's…?" You shrug again, trying to mask how you were feeling with a self deprecating chuckle.

"And you thought I was only annoying. Now I'm an abnormal phenomenon and annoying." He snorts, and then makes a face like he was angry he'd laughed at something so stupid. Red let's go of you in favor of pocketing his hands again.

"-and this is the area of doors."

You nearly run right into Frisk's back as they abruptly stop. You hadn't been tuning in for most of their spiel about the world around you. They looked at you expectantly, probably wanting a reaction of awe and wonder.

All you saw was a field of doors. Literally. It was just an open grass field with up right doors scattered about. The doors don't lead anywhere. They were just… There. Shut. Waiting for someone to open them.

You're about to ask about what weird art installation Frisk was showing you when you saw one of the doors open. You don't remember that door being there just mere seconds ago; bright, glaring, and red. The monster that steps out - out from nowhere because from this angle you could see both sides of the door - has the face of Gaster but the smile of Sans. He fixes his coat and then wanders off towards town. It's then your eyes catch a different monster walking past. This one tosses open a different door without pause. You don't see him cross through and when it shuts the door disappears altogether.

"Oh they're like the door we went through." You say when it clicks. Frisk nods, gesturing again to the field.

"The door we entered disappeared, but reappeared here to stay out of the way. This is where the doors will stay after the first use. They come and go as their owner does."

"Where's my door?" Red asks before Frisk can even finish. "Ya said you'd take me home brat." Frisk smiles through Red's glare, easily, and then waves for you both to follow.

"Each door leads to a specific alternate timeline. Whoever enters the Omega timeline gets a door created for them back to their original universe."

"So-"

"So yes, you have a door." You're sure you'd see frisk roll their eyes if they had eyes to begin with.

Frisk leads the two of you further through the field. You pass what feels like at least a hundred doors, each unique in size, wood, and color. Finally the child stops in front of one of them and looks towards Red expectantly. Red eyes the door in front of him. It looks new, freshly polished. The wood is dark and cracked and you want to say you swear you see a stain at the bottom, but the shadow Red casts over it makes you second guess.

When Red takes a step you instinctually follow, wanting to peek at where the door would lead him. Would it act like a literal door, connecting to one like it in his Underground? Or would it just appear in some random spot?

"You can't go with him." Frisk says, stepping in front of you. Red looks over his shoulder as you freeze up.

"I was just looking." You say defensively. You glance between Red and the child. "Which door was the place I was about to head to before you, um, interrupted." Frisk keeps staring up at you. You stare back. They had consciously stopped you from crossing over to a different timeline, didn't they? They knew about your hopping, right? "Um-"

"You won't be able to get in." You open your mouth to ask the obvious question but Frisk continues. "Like I said earlier. Whoever enters this timeline has a door created for them that brings them back to their original timeline. If anyone could go into any door there'd be chaos throughout the multiverse." Frisk shakes their head. "You can only go through the door meant for you."

"So… " You stare, confused. "I can only go back home?"

Frisk laughs.

"Depends on which home you're referring to." Their smile is almost mocking. "It's about time you go home, don't you think?"

You take a step backward.

Frisk side steps to a door suspiciously close to Red.

"You don't belong." Frisk reiterates. "You never have."

"No I… I-I have a home." You take another step back. "I have to keep going."

"She can just come with me if you're gonna make a big deal outta this." Red says, trying to take Frisk's endless stare off you. "We'll handle her on yur behalf or, uh, whatever."

"No." Frisks' voice is so sharp it shakes you, making you feel pinned in place. "She's not allowed to go into any door but her own." They stomp their foot and it reminds you of their age.

"That's, whatever it is, it's not my home. I don't belong-"

"You don't belong here." You could hear the hint of anger in their voice. "You don't belong anywhere near here. This is a completely different pocket of dimensions compared to the ones you're meant to belong to. You've ruined that timeline you inserted yourself into. Do you know how long it will take to fix it? Revert it?"

You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water. You don't know how to respond. You don't know how to feel. Your heart aches but it was the only thing you could make sense of as the child fumed.

Had you ruined it? Your home? You thought you had done something good... Brought monsters to the surface and held 10 years of peace between them and the humans. Even if you couldn't remember it, wasn't that good? Was there an alternative that was supposed to come to fruition?

Had you really ruined it like you had feared?

You need to run.

You felt like you couldn't breathe.

Never see your Frisk or your friends ever again?

Were you just supposed to admit that your past, your personality, your fears and dreams and hopes, were all fabricated by some delusion you fed yourself? That your past with your parents, your memories that made you, you, were all fake?

If it was…

Who were you?

You don't remember your old life, but the fear that oozed from your soul was enough to drive your panic. Maybe it remembered your previous life. Maybe it was the reason why you blocked it all out, to protect yourself.

Did you have a chance if you ran? You knew Frisk must have power in this world if they saved every single one of the residents. They'd turn on a stranger like you in a heartbeat. You were an outsider - you didn't even deserve to be saved in the same way that all of these monsters had been. You were different in every imaginable way.

You had to run.

You turn to do just that - only to yelp in surprise when you come face to face with an open endless doorway. You bow, trying to catch your balance at the edge. It didn't feel like it was a drop until you leaned too far forward and felt a gush of wind blow up into your face.

Frisk had given you a red herring, standing by that other door, You hadn't realized they were cornering you.

It was as if the door appeared behind you, drawn to you, opening to consume you.

Your breath catches.

Your heart drops.

The void is endless and quiet and cold.

You're scared.

"Go. Home!" Two small hands hit your lower back and you sprawl forward. You spin on the ball of your heel before it slips, catching the wide blank sockets of Red and the glaring voids of Frisk.

Wind rushes up to meet you back.

The void consumes you.

It's dark.

Da r k e r.

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