Undertale SI
Rough Draft
It was dark. Not in the sense that I couldn't see anything but rather, it was all black.
The floor was black, the sky was black; no sign of any walls or notable geography.
Interestingly, it was that I could still see.
Gazing down at myself, I could make out the details of my hands, legs, feet, etc. There was no discernible light source which only led to further confusion.
Unfortunately, I don't have any of my belongings on me, aside from the clothes on my back.
How'd I get here anyway?
Processing the current information provided, I arrived at the conclusion that I needed more info. The last thing I could recall was lazing around the house.
I took a step forward. It only served to unnerve me further when my feet made no sound. Much like the rest of this limbo.
Quiet, encompassing, and awfully empty.
It almost felt like a dream. Of course, I knew that if this was a dream, I wouldn't have noticed it. But since I was self aware I put that theory aside.
With nothing else to go on, I could only move forward and hope something happened.
Step by step, it only became more apparent how odd this place was. Sound was practically nonexistent aside from my own breathing. There was no wind either and the temperature sat somewhere between kind of cold and lukewarm.
I'm taking this rather well, aren't I? Not that I'm complaining, but it's a bit important to note. I would've expected to be a bit more on edge. Perhaps a little frightened.
I ran in metaphorical circles, unable to find a suitable explanation to anything happening.
Maybe I'm dead and this is purgatory? Eh, seems a bit far fetched. This… place doesn't feel like an afterlife. Sure, feelings aren't a good thing to rely on for these kinds of situations, but it's all I got to work with.
I daydreamed. I hummed songs to myself. At some point, I tried running. There was no way to keep track of time, so my experience dragged on. If anything, only a few minutes could have passed since I awoke in this place.
After an uncomfortably long period of time, I was finally rewarded. I could make out two figures in the distance.
How I was able to see them was a surprise unto itself. Differentiating the dark silhouettes from the black background should've been far tougher.
It was almost like they stood out from the nothingness. Existence within the nonexistent.
As I got closer, I could see that one of the figures had fallen over, while the other stood a couple feet away.
Soon, I was able to make out details. The two were both in fact people, to my relief. They both had medium length hair, along with a striped shirt.
From what I could glimpse, the two looked to have female proportions. There was a strange familiarity with the clothes they wore, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Once I was close enough, I was able to hear something different for a change.
The one who was standing spoke. "What are you doing? Why did you fall down?"
Her voice was soft—almost a whisper as she questioned the fallen girl.
Said individual weakly pushed herself off the ground into a kneeling position. She glared defiantly at the one dressed in green and yellow.
Not interested in whatever was going on, I decided to greet the two.
"Hey."
The girl in blue abruptly turned towards me, the other only slightly slower.
Both seemed as baffled as I when I showed up here. The girl in green took initiative.
"What are you?" Contrary to the airy tone used earlier, her voice held far more weight behind it.
'What am I'. What kind of question is that?
I humored her and tried to keep the sarcasm out of my response. "I'd like to think of myself as a person. What of it?"
Her eyes only narrowed at my response. "You shouldn't exist in this time and place. Yet you do…"
I was only given mere seconds to react to the knife. Jumping back, I was momentarily stunned by the speed at which I dodged the weapon.
Quickly eying the aggressor, I was once again caught off guard.
Dull silver reflected the black surroundings in the dust caked hands. Small brown eyes met my own. Now standing, the girl in blue and purple wielded the weapon.
I took in some air. "That was a bit unwarranted. Mind not doing that?"
"It was you, it was always you…" The girl ignored my request. "You're the one who caused all this!"
I dodged yet another stab. "Uh…"
Observing her, I searched for anything I could use as leverage.
Suddenly, a box outlined in white appeared before me. It held very insightful text.
*FRISK - ATK (0) 99 DF (0) 99
*Liberated from my control.
That—uh. I'm in a video game now? That's a bit concerning.
Tripping over my own footing, I land on my back without a thud. Didn't hurt any less.
Frisk exploited my mistake and managed to pin me down.
Hanging over me, Frisk wore a tormented expression. Tears dripped down her face as she tried to push the knife into my chest.
However, every time she stabbed down, the weapon either missed or lost all forward momentum before striking. It was pitiful to say the least.
It was in this position that I also noticed the glowing red heart floating just in front of Frisk. Looking down at my own chest I saw… nothing.
Well, not exactly. I had a vague sense that there was technically something there, I just couldn't see it. I wasn't nonplussed in the slightest, despite the implications.
The knife slammed down to the left of my face, startling me. I gave my attention back to the girl trying to kill me.
"W-why…? Why did you make me do it?" Though the sniffling and choked sobs, I was able to make out her pleading.
Okay, before I answer that, maybe I should give an actual answer. So this is Frisk, from Undertale. We're in a dark void along with who I can only assume is Chara. So we're at the end of some genocide run.
She's asking why I made her do something. Ah… she's accusing me of the genocide run. That's odd. The last time I did a genocide run was at least three or four years ago. Why does she assume I'm the player?
I mean, she's not wrong. But that's besides the point.
I glance over at Chara through the corner of my eyes. She's just standing there, watching.
A tear drops onto my face and I force myself not to shudder. "I just want to clarify, what did I make you do? Not to be rude, but I don't want to misunderstand your words."
Frisk blinked away the tears, registering my words. Her face molded into an appalled expression. "How could you ask that…? You should know! You have three genocides worth of LV!"
I opened my mouth to say something, but stopped myself. Three genocides? I'm pretty sure I only did this route once. Wait, I can check myself. I think.
Similar to the fight with Frisk, I visualized the stats of myself. It worked faster than I anticipated.
"Morgan"
LV 20
HP 99/99
AT 38 EXP: 174998
DF 14 NEXT: 0
GOLD: 0 KILLS: 334
Oh yeah, I reset twice before actually beating Sans. So technically I've only done one genocide route—not sure why the stats added together though.
Before I could correct the girl, Chara cut in. "One genocide, one failed genocide, one neutral."
"Yeah, what she said." If my captor didn't look like she wanted to gut me before, it definitely showed now.
"But that has got me curious, partner. Why did you do all this?" The first child loomed over us.
The eighth child did her best to ignore the ominous presence above her. And for whatever reason, she seemed incapable of harming me.
I shifted under the weight, attempting to get into a more comfortable position.
"Because I could. Because from my point of view, this place isn't real. A fictional world with fictional characters. The genocide run was an option. It was different and had new choices and dialogue."
My would-be killer shuddered. "So that's what this is to you—a game? Do you have no feelings?!"
"Am I supposed to form an emotional attachment to pixels on a screen?" At the mention of feelings, it reminded me of a certain topic.
LV stands for Level of Violence. The more LV you have, the more you can distance yourself from harm, et cetera et cetera.
Frisk can't harm me because I have all the LV now, whilst she is left with none.
A/N: Might continue this in the future. Might not.