A/N: Okay guys! Take this angst as an apology for not posting for a while!

This is not canon to the official story that I've been posting—take it as different timelines. This is a post-pacifist no-mercy run.

!!THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR WHAT I INTEND TO WRITE IN THE MAIN STORY! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!

Also… I really don't feel like writing out every character's death sooo…. we're gonna start at Sans' fight!

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Frisk had figured out in the last timeline that every single SAVE, LOAD, RESET, and heal sapped her of her DETERMINATION and color.

Now, she stood in the same golden hall where her br—Sans—had judged her in their happy ending. He was so happy that she went through the underground not hurting a single monster. They had stayed on the Surface for a few months—as a family; Toriel had 'adopted' Sans and Papyrus as well and Frisk, truly making them siblings—before Frisk started wondering. 'What would happen if I killed them all instead?'

She knew it was a foolish idea. One she would come to deeply regret—if how many times she had died on her pacifist run were any indication. Even if Frisk somehow managed to come out of this with enough DETERMINATION to do a full RESET again—which was no longer an option; she had tried—she had known that the guilt would forever plague her.

She walked up to the line where Sans would initiate the FIGHT. How many times had she died to him? Around twenty, she thought—if her almost complete lack of color was any indication. Even her SOUL contained only the smallest bit of red at its very center anymore—but he was keeping count better than she ever could. But, the fight didn't immediately start this time.

"...w-why do you keep going, sis?" Sans' quiet voice shattered the silence between them; his eyelights wavering in desperation.

She gave no answer, gripping the knife tighter.

"please just… give up a-and… and just reset. i don't… i don't want to kill you again, frisk… please…"

"...I can't, Sans…" she whispered hoarsely, "I really can't… I… don't have enough DETERMINATION left to RESET…" she paused before chuckling slightly, "Hell, I can probably only LOAD one or two more times before I just… die for good."

Sans froze, staring at Frisk pleadingly. As if he was looking for some indication that she was just joking. His eye sockets teared up and he fell to the ground.

"...n-no! no you… you killed him, and you can't even bring him back‽" He yelled, sobbing, "why..? why did you… you killed them all… y-you killed all of them…! you aren't… you aren't my sister anymore! So just… please, just… kill me already and get this over with. i won't even dodge this time."

Frisk reached out a hand, an apology on her tongue but the words caught in her throat. Tears began falling down her face despite herself.

"...what, frisk? isn't this what you wanted..?"

"NO! I… I-I don't know what I wanted… but I… I didn't expect not to be able to go back…"

"...heh. w-welp, might as well finish it, huh? please. nothin's gonna get better here with everyone but fluffybuns and the weed dead. you'll be doin' me a favor."

Frisk sighed, walked over to him and whispered a quiet apology before slicing the knife across his chest.

She kept moving, not wanted to witness her used-to-be-brother turning to dust.

Flowey killed Asgore, then she killed Flowey. Frisk wasn't sure what she had expected, but sure hadn't been this dark void, a colorless—apart from bright red eyes—girl, slightly taller than herself, standing in front of her.

"Well, well, well… look what we have here. A little genocider who regrets what she's done…" she said. "Oh! How rude of me, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? Well, greetings. I am Chara. The first fallen human. A red-souled child like yourself."

Frisk took a step back warily.

"No need to be scared of me, Frisk. I have no intentions to FIGHT you. In fact, I can give you what you want! The DETERMINATION to RESET this terrible timeline. All I need in return is one itsy-bitsy little thing…"

Chara took a few steps closer to Frisk, who was looking at her eagerly.

Chara smirked, "Your soul."

Frisk shrugged. "Don't see why. I have hardly any DETERMINATION left. But… if it'll bring everyone back…" she sighed, summoning the mostly-white floating heart and handing it to Chara.

"Glad you weren't too opposed to the idea, Frisky. Anyway, I'll RESET the timeline for ya now! Just be warned…"

Chara took another step towards her.

Frisk suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and noticed the abrupt absence of the knife from her hand.

"YOU AREN'T THE ONE IN CONTROL!" Chara smirked, pulling the knife out of Frisk's stomach as her HP dropped to zero.

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A/N: Weeeeeelllllpppp. That is… one of the most angsty things I've ever written. Wow. Why did I write this. Seriously. Well, enjoy these 763 words(not including the A/Ns) Of the most pure angst I can write in about 30 minutes to an hour and a half, while I try to get my lazy butt to work on the actual story.