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"Speaking"

Thinking


"so, i'm gonna explain this nice and simple. pay attention, 'cause i'm not repeating this."

I felt my heart thump in my chest as we all sat down around around a table off to the side. Frisk seemed confused, but also shared the same nervousness as I did. Why was Sans being so... intense? What happened to before, where he was all jokes and trying to cheer me up? "Okay..." I said, nodding slowly. Keep it together, Jazz. Stay... calm. "Okay." Be open. Whatever he has to say, it's going to go against what you're used to.

"this world, specifically the underground here, revolves around soul power. with that power, monsters thrive and live out their lives. our entire bodies are primarily made out of our essence. however, you humans have a physical form; a body around your soul. this makes yours much more stronger and durable." Sans turned to look at Frisk, who shied away under his gaze. His lights had returned to his sockets moments ago, but that didn't help how strained that grin of his looked. "the kid here's soul trait, of which there's seven of them in existence, is determination."

"Determination?" I repeated. "That's... a little out there, don't you think? Having a personality trait that makes up your entire being?" Sans narrowed his sockets, if that was even possible, and leaned forward. Even with his returned eye lights, the tension and seriousness was still there.

"you're married to a skeleton, sweetheart. what makes you think that you're free to judge?" I snapped my mouth shut at that. It was a mistake, the marriage. A complete accident. But he had a point. I had no right to question how this world worked because it wasn't mine. What I had thought was normal, or impossible, was now up in the air upon arrival in this new world. Seeing that I was done, Sans picked up where he left off. "with determination comes a... a bit of a curse, in my opinion. the most determined person in the underground is able to bend reality, and change the flow of time. resetting everything, without anyone being able to recall what happened."

Frisk sank deeper into the chair and the massive sweater they wore, almost hiding their head inside the large hole. "kid didn't know the gravity of their actions at first. they first acted without thought, being scared and... and murdered people in fear." Whoa, back up. This sweet child killed people? That didn't make sense. H-how could Frisk have killed anyone? "it was something i had to put a stop to. i confronted the child, right at the end, and managed to convince them to stop. we're on timeline five right now. there haven't been any more murders, thank goodness. but still... it's hard to get everything perfect each time."

"Are you guys... aiming for something?" I finally spoke. "Trying to correct something?" Why else would they reset time five times?

Reset. It was... like something one would normally hear in a sci-fi book. Being able to go back, and change mistakes. Or in some cases, with how Sans was describing it, make things even worse than when they first arrived there.

Sans' head lifted up to meet my curious eyes, and nodded. "yeah. we're aiming to break the barrier, and get everyone back to the surface. all frisk here has to do is befriend everyone and make peace with all the monsters." That doesn't seem... too hard. "however." Sans straightened up, resting his arms on the table. "that was before you showed up."

"You... you said you had zero idea how you got to the surface, right?" I closed my eyes in thought. "You and the others... had no idea why you got up there, buried in the ground." Opening them, I frowned at him. "Was this a side effect from these resets?"

"that's what we're thinkin'. only me and frisk know about them, since i'm the only other monster who can recall every event that's happened. either i had a severe botched teleportation happen, or during one of the loads something... glitched."

"Loads. So, if I'm thinking in terms of a video game, that's normally going back to where you last saved. Does this mean instead of a full reset, Frisk also could go back a few minutes?" Frisk nodded, signing something to Sans.

"or a few hours," he elaborated. "usually, it happens when, uh... something bad happens to them."

Death.

He meant death.

It felt... weird. And wrong, that this child had actually died at the hands of the creatures down in this strange new world. True, I had jumped the gun at the start and thought they wanted my blood, but I wouldn't have fought back. I was feisty, yes, but I was somewhat of a pacifist. Frisk seemed... borderline, at times, from what I was hearing. They weren't sure what they were doing at the start, but corrected their path before it was too late.

I wasn't sure if all monsters meant to kill Frisk. Did some monsters not know what a human looked like? Was it because they were scared? I'd probably might have done something cruel at first, but... this place... it wasn't right. Not completely. Almost like... there's something here messing with your mind.

"you still there?" I noticed Sans was watching me with a now concerned look, seeing how his earlier statement got to me. "you look pale."

"I... I'm fine. Just thinking. So then, if what you're saying makes sense, then when they reloaded, that's how... how you were dragged back into the Underground... with me in tow." Glitches. The world really did run like a game.

"yep." He said it so simply. So casually. "and now, here you are, pal. you're stuck down here with the rest of us until we either break the barrier... or reset." His lights vanished, and the empty grin he gave me made my heart drop. "and lettin' you know right now, that last option ain't gonna happen this time 'round. you're stuck here, bud, for better... or for worse."

''till... death do us part. I-I'm never gonna get out of here... am I? At least... not until Frisk gets their happy ending for all the monsters. And by the sound of what's been going on here... that's gonna be a while. Sighing deeply, I tugged at my hair before returning to meet Sans' sockets. Claire and my parents are going to think I'm dead or kidnapped, but... at least I get out of that stupid play, so... that's a plus? "This... this shouldn't be too bad, right?" I tried to shrug off my panic, but it still showed clear on my face. "Just... have to think of this as a learning experience. But right now, I, uh, probably should stop screaming at everything and everyone."

Sans chuckled, and Frisk finally smiled at my calming state. Nerves were still fired up, but I was... better, somewhat. "well then, that's better." Pushing away from the chair, he walked around the table and over to me. "the others won't mind if we head out. after all, i've got to show you around the underground still. frisk can take care of things from here."

Frisk gave us a thumps up, winking. Man, they're such a sweetie. I had zero regrets about the jazz hands bit. Children always seemed to find that funny whenever I first told them my name. "Okay. Where to first?" Getting up, I walked beside Sans towards the door as Frisk watched our backs.

"snowdin. it's where paps and me live, and where you'll be stayin' until we fix this mess." Snowdin. Snowed... in. I slapped a hand to my head with another groan, while Sans' previous chuckles increased, shoulders bouncing in mirth. What was it with this place and puns?

"This place is one big book of puns, honestly. Ugh, I'm gonna die down here surrounded by fish knights, nerdy dinosaurs, and pun making skeletons."

"at least you won't be bonely, right, kid?"

"Aaargh!"


And thus, this random idea is now put to rest. Like I said, I never planned on letting this become a huge story.

Sorry if this chapter is short though. Like, really short. But I sort of ran out of ideas on how to expand this more. I COULD have made it larger, but I wanted to focus on other stuff now.

Thanks for reading!

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