A Purple Door...
A One Shot Short Story by Golden Wind Requiem
Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
-Calvin Coolidge
The Frog Girl drowns you.
The Optimistic Boy stares on.
The Man who Destroys with Hands decays the face of the teacher.
The Man pauses.
He sees the Frog.
He Approaches.
He reaches out.
He wants to destroy.
...
But you refused.
You cry out, and jumped, hoping that will protect your so called fair maiden.
But you fail.
The Man touches you.
You decay quickly.
You die...
...
But a Purple Door opens...
You find a poster.
You point that out to your friends.
They stare at you in contempt. Disgust.
But you don't care.
The thoughts of gazing upon the delicate curves of women, and the mere objectification of those sorry girls fills you with determination.
You peel off the poster.
you spot the peep hole.
You put your eye towards it drooling.
You get stabbed in the eye.
Pathetic... but curious.
You cry out in pain.
You panic.
You fall.
You hit your head a little too far on the floor.
You bleed.
Someone calls for help.
...
But nobody came.
You die once again...
...
But a Purple Door opens...
You feel up on the wall of the hot springs.
The sounds of the girls bathing fills you with erotic thoughts and determination
The Tall Idiot Boy with the Glasses reprimands you.
But you refused again.
You quickly climb up the wall with your quirk.
You go beyond.
God, what a stupid slogan. I bet Undyne would had like that. Too bad she'll won't.
You reach the top.
...
But FREE EXP A grouchy boy with a red cap stops you.
He swats you down.
You fall.
Now you know how i felt...
You pray that someone will catch you.
But no one does. Not this time.
You splatter on the cold concrete floor.
You die again...
...
But a Purple Door opens
The Pink girl straps you down in a chair.
She forces you to watch something.
What she shows you sends you into epileptic shock.
Really?
Weak.
You die...
But the Purple Door remains shut...
...
How many times?
How many times do you plan on coming back?
Why do you keep coming back?
What, because you don't want to die?
Maybe if you try enough times, a single female will notice you next time?
Do you get off from this?
God, you are pathetic.
And I'm someone who killed themselves so my friend would go free for once in his life.
Do you why you keep coming back?
Because I let you.
I could've stopped, you know?
I could've left you alone in the cold, dark void with no way of getting out....
But I won't.
You intrigued me. You are one perverted piglet with so many dirty thoughts, and you don't care about that. You disregard those little thoughts about how wrong your actions are.
Something fuels those hedonic habits.
You know what that thing is?
DETERMINATION...
To be honest.
I had my eye on you for awhile now.
My last partner and I... had some disagreements. So we split.
I had to look for another one.
Which brings me to you.
That feeling of finally getting what your heart craved and lusted?
That's right.
THAT FEELING WAS ME.
You think that you're above consequences.
You're not....
But I could change that.
With me on your side, we could exterminate every vile rodents in this world.
And when we're done, we could move on with the next.
And the Next.
And the Next.
All of that power.
Isn't that intoxicating just to think about?
...What?
Still not convinced?...
Do you really think that people care about you?
Well...
Listen up.
While my trip for a new partner, I had gained access to some... places.
Places where people talk about us.
About Me.
About You.
They Hate you.
Just like they hate me, even though they're just as corrupted.
People want you dead.
They never cared about you for a mere second.
They ignore you.
They Erased you.
I felt it in the timelines....
Maybe that pest had a point about them.
Nevertheless.
People think that others like you won't change, even if you tried.
Hell...
PEOPLE ARE WATCHING US RIGHT NOW.
Don't you feel it...?
I can feel them.
Their eyes going over our every word as we speak.
Some of them during typing about how they feel about it.
Isn't that right, Dolph? or is it Gizmo again?
Doesn't matter.
You'll be next too.
All of you will...
...So
.DO WE HAVE A DEAL?
...
Yes. Do it Chara. I'm tired of these people now.
Good. That's what i thought.
If only Frisk was more cooperative...
The Purple Door opens...
You clean the apartment.
You feel nothing
The Lady who Grows orders you to do the dishes.
You go to the kitchen.
You spot the Kitchen Knife.
You look back.
She's busy. Go for it.
You climb up the counter.
You pick up the knife.
You run it through your fingers.
You draw blood.
It's sharp.
Good.
Now then.
Let's get to Work.
Right, Partner?