The trip up the elevator seemed endless. Seconds seemed to stretch out from minutes, to hours…to days…suddenly, Frisk could hear a pounding in his head and he leaned against an elevator wall, closing his eyes as he groaned. When he opened them, he found himself outside a friendly looking house. Frisk recognized it instantly, and he felt sick. He slowly walked up to the door of Toriel's house and inside.
He looked around the familiar walls. He quickly noticed the chain with twin locks blocking stairs down to the basement. Moving to the kitchen, he began to hear voices. They were unfamiliar, and seemed to be coming from inside his head.
"A long time ago, a human fell into the ruins. Injuerd by its fall, the human called out for help." He shuddered slightly as he picked up the key, continuing to search. The voices returned.
"Asriel, the king's son, heard the human's call. He brought the human back to the castle. Over time, Asriel and the human became like siblings. The king and queen treated the human child as their own. The underground was full of hope." Frisk found the second key and unlocked the chain. He proceeded downstairs to the long hallway that once led to the rest of the Underground.
"Then…one day…the human became very ill. The sick human had only one request. To see the flowers from their village. But…there was nothing we could do." Frisk felt a lump building in his throat.
"The next day…the human died. Asriel, wracked with grief, absorbed the human's soul. He transformed into a being with incredible power. With the human soul, Asriel crossed through the barrier. He carried the human's body into the sunset. Back to the village of the humans. Asriel reached the center of the village. There, he found a bed of golden flowers. He carried the human onto it." Frisk stopped. His eyes were stinging, and the tears welling up made it impossible for him to see where he was going.
"Suddenly, screams rang out. The villagers saw Asriel holding the human's body. They thought that he had killed the child. The humans attacked with everything they had. He was struck with blow after blow. Asriel had the power to destroy them all. But…Asriel did not fight back. Clutching the human…Asriel smiled, and walked away. Wounded, Asriel stumbled home. He entered the castle and collapsed. His dust spread across the garden. The kingdom fell into despair. The king and queen had lost two children in one night. The humans had once again taken everything from us."
"The king decided it was time to end our suffering. Every human who falls down here must die. With enough souls, we can shatter the barrier. It's not long now. King Asgore will let us go. He will give us hope. He will save us all." Frisk struggled to control his shaking lip.
"You should be smiling, too. Aren't you excited? Aren't you happy? You're going to be free." The voices vanished, and Frisk found himself back in the elevator. He heard a cheerful chime as he reached the floor of the throne room. He stepped out into the hall and looked down to see Sans standing close to the end. Taking a deep breath to try to calm down, Frisk slowly approached. He could hear a bell tolling in the distance.
"So, you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand. In a few moments, you will meet the king. Together…you will determine the future of this world. That's then. Now. You will be judged. You will be judged for every action. You will be judged for every EXP you've ever earned. What's EXP? It's an acronym. It stands for "execution points." A way of quantifying the pain you have inflicted on someone. When you kill someone, your EXP increases. IF you have enough, your LOVE increases. LOVE, too, is an acronym. It stands for "Level of Violence." A way of measuring someone's capacity to hurt."
Frisk felt one of his hands close into fists. Instantly he looked down from Sans to his feet and at his clenched hands. He had to kill to get to where he was. He was never proud of it, but he always thought he never had a choice. Yet here he was, being judged for it.
"The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others. Now that you understand, it's time to begin your judgement. Look inside yourself human. Have you really done the right thing? And, considering what you've done…what will you do now? Take a moment to think about this." The skeleton fell silent, and though Frisk couldn't see it, he too had closed his eyesockets.
"Truthfully, it doesn't matter what you said. All that's important, is that you were honest with yourself. With what happens now…we leave up to you." Frisk looked up. Sans was…gone? He stared around the hall. "Sans?!" There was no reply. His eyes fell on the door. He proceeded through the door.