A Tale of Consequences

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Chapter 2

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"w-w-why would you bring that…thing here?"

You hear a voice. It's muffled, but somehow you know it's talking about you. You curl your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them in a vain attempt to shield yourself. No one notices. Of course, no one would notice someone as weak as you.

"A-are you m-mad? W-why didn't you just l-let it d-die?"

You feel light. Floating. Somehow you can still breathe despite an oddly cool, slick pressure pressing in around you. Buoying you. It leeches the pain away, little by little, numbing aching body and limbs. It feels...green. Like brushing up against Tsundareplane. Green and fresh and clean. Healing magic.

But even healing magic can do nothing for your heart. Wild fluttering. Beating. Trying to brute force its way out of your ribcage. It does nothing for the lump in your throat, lodged in firmly and threatening to stop the air you keep unconsciously gulping. It hurts, not in your body, but your mind. In your heart. You remember them. You remember them all. You could have been happy. You could have been happy once, but then you remembered Asriel. You couldn't leave him like that.

"Y-you've seen w-what i-it did! Y-your b-brother! M-mettaton! U-u-nd-d-d-y—!"

The voice cracked into a keening sob. You know who it is now. You haven't seen her since the first round, when everything was hard, but happy. When you'd made such great pals, even if most of your interactions involved socially awkward penguins and status updates. Now she's always gone. Nowhere to be seen. Hiding from you. Such a scary little human you are.

"s-sans, you k-know I-I t-trust you b-but…"

No.

It'll be good to see her again, you think. You've missed her, a little. You've seen the others so many times now…

"t-talk to m-me. P-please."

NO.

"y-you're s-starting to s-scare m-me"

…you wonder just how beautifully she'd die.

"NO!"

The scream tore itself from your throat.

I just laughed, drowning out your words, turning it into a garbled mess. You force your eyes open, blearily, barely able to see through the light green tinted container you find yourself in. The clarity of mind you'd experienced as Sans killed you was gone. Did you think I would let you die? I told you I'd play your game.

I'm fair. I promised you'd always get to choose, didn't I? Every death. Continue or reset.

But if you reset...I get to have my fun all over again. I don't mind, more practice for me.

Small fists pound against the glass. Frantic. Wild. A caged beast, yowling at the bars. You are desperate to escape. But you can never escape. Not from me.

You had your ending. You threw it away.

This is my story now, Frisk. You wanted to know how to help Flowey didn't you? How better to learn than to try it his way for a change?

A silhouette through the green glass. A pinprick of blue light, blazing in an empty eye socket. Watching. Always watching. You wish he'd killed you this time, just as he had all the others. Only this time you would have lain there and taken it. Taken the coward's way out.

It hadn't worked. You could never win. He's selfish. They all were. He needed that reset, and
wasn't about to let your weakness deny him even the faintest sliver of hope of the happy ending you had thrown away.

Chara! That old fool's words echo across time. You've got to stay determined!

I smile, and it horrifies you. You recoil from the glass, wailing from a throat that couldn't scream. I had your voice. I had you.

Blue flared, your body slams into the glass, and everything faded to black. Your soul cracks, allowing my determination to seep through. I smile, nudging the splintering heart to continue… I AM Determination. You cannot stop me. You can only move forward with me.

"If we're really friends…Don't come back."

Seeing Sans looming above you, back lit by the golden windows. Feeling the life leak away with each weakening breath…

It fills you with Determination.

This is what you want. To just let it end.

You notice Sans frown, shaking his head before he reached out. He was supposed to say something now…

You were just...so tired.

So pathetic.

There was no turning back for you.

I laughed as everything went black. It's your fault, partner. You changed the game. Fine, save while you were dying. Save where your body isn't in any shape to continue. There's two outcomes.

He leaves you to die, and then we end up here again...

Or he'll save you, and you'll need to live with what you've chosen.

You won't ever get what you want.

Good luck, partner.