UNDERTALE: THE GAMER
CHAPTER 1
Sans had always been suspicious of the human known as Frisk, ever since they first fell into the Underground. There was something different about them, something that set them apart from any other human that had ventured into their world before. But it wasn't until one fateful day that Sans discovered the truth about Frisk.
He was walking through Waterfall, enjoying the peaceful sound of the running water, when he heard a voice. It was Frisk's voice, but it was different. It was as if they were speaking to someone else, someone he couldn't see.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Sans followed the sound of Frisk's voice until he came across them standing alone in a dark corner of the cave. But it wasn't just Frisk standing there. There was something else, a presence that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Hey, kid," Sans said, approaching Frisk cautiously. "What are you doing here all by yourself?"
Frisk turned to him, their eyes glazed over as if they were in a trance. "I'm playing a game," they said in a monotone voice.
"A game?" Sans repeated, confused.
"Yes," Frisk said, their voice growing stronger. "The Player is controlling me. They're making me do things I don't want to do."
"The Player?" Sans echoed, trying to wrap his head around the concept.
"Yes," Frisk said, their eyes flickering back to the glazed-over state. "They're watching us, controlling us, making us do their bidding."
Sans felt a chill run down his spine. This was something he had never encountered before. But he knew one thing for sure: he couldn't let this Player control Frisk any longer.
"I'm going to help you, kid," Sans said firmly, his resolve hardening. "We're going to find a way to break the Player's hold on you."
Frisk nodded, a small smile appearing on their face for the first time in what felt like ages. "Thank you, Sans. I knew I could count on you."
Together, Sans and Frisk set out to find a way to break the Player's hold on them. They encountered many obstacles along the way, but with the help of Sans's brother Papyrus, they were able to overcome them all.
Finally, they came face to face with the Player. It was a strange, otherworldly entity that seemed to exist outside of time and space. It spoke in a language that Sans and Frisk couldn't understand, but they could feel its power radiating off of it.
Undeterred, Sans stepped forward, his expression fierce. "You're not going to control Frisk anymore," he said firmly. "We're going to stop you, no matter what it takes."
The Player seemed to laugh, a deep, echoing sound that reverberated through the cave. But Sans didn't let that deter him. He and Frisk stood together, ready to face whatever came their way.
In the end, it was Frisk who was able to break the Player's hold on them. With a surge of inner strength, they broke free from the trance and stood tall, their eyes shining with newfound power.
"Thank you, Sans," Frisk said, their voice strong and clear. "I couldn't have done it without you."
Sans smiled, feeling a sense of pride welling up inside of him. "That's what friends are for, kiddo," he said, ruffling Frisk's hair affectionately.
And with that, Sans, Frisk, and Papyrus walked out of the cave, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. But one thing was for certain: they had each other, and together, they were unstoppable.
CHAPTER 2
Sans and Papyrus had always known that there was something different about Frisk. The way they moved, the way they spoke, the way they looked at the world around them. It was as if they had seen things that nobody else had, and it left the two skeleton brothers feeling curious and intrigued.
One day, as they were walking through the Ruins, they heard a voice. It was a voice that they had never heard before, but it was familiar in a way that they couldn't quite place.
"Hey, you two," the voice called out, drawing their attention. "Mind if I join you?"
They turned to see a figure standing a few paces away. It was a human, but they looked different than any human they had ever seen before. They were dressed in black and had a pair of headphones around their neck.
"Who are you?" Sans asked, eyeing the newcomer warily.
"I'm the Gamer," the human said with a grin. "I've been watching you guys for a while now. You're pretty interesting, you know."
"The Gamer?" Papyrus repeated, his eyes widening in recognition. "You're the one who helped Frisk through the Underground, right?"
"That's me," the Gamer said, nodding. "But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to talk about the Player."
"The Player?" Sans echoed, feeling a sense of foreboding settle over him. "What do you know about them?"
The Gamer's expression turned serious. "I know that they're dangerous," they said. "They're the ones who caused the genocide route, and they're the ones who took control of Frisk."
Sans and Papyrus exchanged a look, both of them feeling a sense of anger and frustration. Frisk had been through enough, and the thought of someone controlling them like a puppet was enough to make their blood boil.
"What can we do?" Papyrus asked, his expression fierce.
The Gamer's eyes lit up. "I have a plan," they said. "But we're going to need to work together."
And so, the four of them set out on a mission to take down the Player. The Gamer was their guide, leading them through the Underground with ease. Sans and Papyrus fought off any monsters that stood in their way, while Frisk kept a watchful eye out for any signs of the Player's influence.
It was a long and difficult journey, but finally, they came face to face with the Player. They were a strange, otherworldly entity, much like the Gamer had described. But this time, they were ready.
The Gamer stepped forward, their eyes blazing with determination. "You're not going to control Frisk anymore," they said, their voice ringing out through the cavern.
The Player seemed to sneer, a deep, echoing sound that reverberated through the air. "And who are you to stop me?" they asked, their voice dripping with malice.
"We're the ones who are going to take you down," Sans said, his eyes glowing with magic. "We won't let you hurt Frisk anymore."
And with that, the battle began. It was a fierce and brutal fight, with the Player using all sorts of tricks and illusions to try and get the upper hand. But Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, and the Gamer fought on, determined to see their mission through to the end.
In the end, it was the Gamer who delivered the final blow. With a surge of power, they sent the Player hurtling back into the void, their influence over Frisk broken forever.
The four of them stood there, panting and exhausted, but victorious. Frisk was free, and the Player was defeated.
CHAPTER 3
Sans, Papyrus, and Frisk had just returned from their encounter with the Player and the Gamer. They were all exhausted, but they knew they had to tell their friends about what had happened.
They made their way to Toriel's house, where they knew their friends would be waiting for them. As they entered the living room, they were greeted by the sight of Asgore, Undyne, Alphys, and Mettaton all sitting together on the couch, chatting quietly.
"Hey, guys," Sans said, his voice rough from exhaustion. "We have something to tell you."
The others turned to look at them, their expressions curious. "What happened?" Toriel asked, her voice gentle.
"We met someone," Frisk said, their eyes wide with excitement. "Someone who knows about the Player."
"The Player?" Undyne repeated, her eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?"
Papyrus stepped forward, his expression serious. "The Player is the one who caused the genocide route," he said. "They took control of Frisk and made them do terrible things."
The room fell silent, the weight of Papyrus's words settling heavily on everyone's shoulders. They all knew about the genocide route, and the thought of someone controlling Frisk like that was enough to make them all feel sick.
"But we met someone who can help us," Sans said, his voice brightening. "The Gamer. They've been watching us, and they know how to take down the Player."
"The Gamer?" Alphys repeated, her eyes widening. "I've heard of them. They're supposed to be really powerful."
"They are," Frisk said, nodding. "They helped us get through the Underground, and now they're helping us take down the Player."
Asgore stood up, his expression determined. "We have to do something," he said. "We can't let the Player hurt anyone else."
The others all nodded in agreement, a sense of determination settling over them. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they were all willing to do whatever it took to take down the Player and keep their world safe.
And so, they set out on a mission. They worked together, using their unique strengths to take down any obstacles that stood in their way. They fought monsters, solved puzzles, and overcame challenges that they never thought possible.
In the end, it was a fierce and difficult battle. The Player was powerful, and they fought with all their might to keep their hold on Frisk. But in the end, the combined efforts of Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, the Gamer, and their friends were too much for them to handle.
And when they returned to Toriel's house, exhausted but victorious, they knew that they had done something important. They had protected their world from harm, and they had shown the power of friendship and determination in the face of danger.
CHAPTER 4
It had been a few months since Frisk had first met the Gamer, and in that time, the two had become close friends. The Gamer had become almost like a parent to Frisk, looking after them and guiding them through the Underground.
But there was something different about the way the Gamer treated Frisk. They had taken to treating Frisk like a toddler, despite the fact that Frisk was eleven years old. They would talk to them in a high-pitched voice, use baby-talk, and even dress them in cute little outfits.
At first, Frisk found it endearing. They enjoyed the attention and the feeling of being taken care of. But as time went on, they began to feel embarrassed by it all. They were no longer little kid, and they didn't want to be treated like one.
"Come on, Frisky-wisky," the Gamer cooed, patting Frisk's head. "Let's go on an adventure!"
Frisk cringed at the use of the nickname, but didn't say anything. They followed the Gamer as they led them through the Underground, talking to them in baby-talk the whole way.
It wasn't until they ran into Sans and Papyrus that Frisk realized just how embarrassing it had become.
"What's with the get-up, kiddo?" Sans asked, raising an eyebrow at Frisk's cute little outfit.
Frisk blushed, feeling their cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "It's not my choice," they mumbled, shooting a glare at the Gamer.
The Gamer just giggled, unfazed by Frisk's discomfort. "I just think they look adorable in these little outfits," they said, beaming at Frisk.
Papyrus shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face. "I can't believe you're letting them treat you like this, Frisk," he said, his voice stern. "You're not a little kid anymore."
Frisk nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over them. They had been feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable for so long, but now they had someone else who understood.
"You're right," they said, their voice firm. "I'm not a little kid, and I don't want to be treated like one anymore."
The Gamer pouted, looking hurt. "But I just want to take care of you," they said, their voice sounding like a little kid's.
Frisk shook their head, feeling a sense of clarity wash over them. "I know you do, but there are other ways to take care of me," they said. "And I don't want to be treated like a baby anymore."
The Gamer looked sad, but they nodded, understanding. "I'm sorry," they said, their voice sincere. "I just want to be there for you in the best way I know how."
Frisk smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and love for their friend. "I know you do, and I appreciate it," they said. "But I'm not a little kid anymore, and I don't want to be treated like one."
And with that, the Gamer and Frisk set off on a new adventure, with a newfound understanding and appreciation for each other.
CHAPTER 5
Sans and the Gamer had become fast friends over the past few months. They would often spend hours together, chatting and joking around, with the occasional bout of battling thrown in for good measure. One day, as they sat in Grillby's, Sans turned to the Gamer with a question.
"Hey, Gamer," he said, his tone serious. "I've been meaning to ask you something."
The Gamer looked up, curious. "Sure, what's up?"
"You seem to have a lot of hate for this 'Player' character," Sans said, his tone thoughtful. "I was just wondering who they are to you and why you hate them so much."
The Gamer's expression darkened, and they let out a deep sigh. "The Player is my brother," they said, their voice heavy with emotion. "And I hate them because they went corrupt with power."
Sans looked surprised, his eyes widening. "Your brother?" he repeated, his voice soft.
The Gamer nodded, their eyes filling with tears. "We used to be so close," they said, their voice trembling. "But then they discovered the power of the game, and everything changed."
Sans listened intently as the Gamer continued, telling him how their brother had become obsessed with winning the game at any cost. They had become ruthless, killing anything and anyone in their way. The Gamer had tried to reason with them, tried to get them to see reason, but it was no use. Their brother had become a monster, and there was nothing they could do to stop them.
"I eventually had to disown them," the Gamer said, their voice quiet. "I couldn't stand by and watch as they destroyed everything I held dear."
Sans reached out a hand, placing it gently on the Gamer's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "That must have been really hard for you."
The Gamer nodded, wiping away their tears. "It was," they said, their voice small. "But I know I did the right thing."
They looked up at Sans, a small smile on their face. "I'm just glad I have you and the others now," they said. "You're like a second family to me."
Sans returned the smile, feeling a sense of warmth and affection for the Gamer. "We're glad to have you, too," he said. "And we'll always be here for you, no matter what."
The Gamer nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude and love for their new friends. They may have lost their brother, but they had gained something even more important - a new family who loved and supported them.
CHAPTER 6
Sans and the Gamer sat in Grillby's, sipping their drinks and enjoying each other's company. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Sans turned to the Gamer with a curious expression.
"Hey, Gamer," he said. "I've been meaning to ask you something. You seem to have a lot of power over the game, but you're not corrupted by it like your brother was. What's the secret to your strength?"
The Gamer smiled, but it didn't quite reach their eyes. "It's not really a secret," they said. "It's just that I made a vow to protect and guide those who are lost in the game."
Sans raised an eyebrow. "Protect and guide?" he repeated. "What do you mean?"
The Gamer took a deep breath before continuing. "A while ago, I met someone named Niko," they said. "They were lost and alone in the world of OneShot, and I helped them find their way."
Sans nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I see," he said. "And because of that, you made a vow to be a protector and guide to those in need?"
The Gamer nodded, a fierce determination in their eyes. "Yes," they said. "No one should have to be lost in this game alone. I want to be there for them, to help them find their way and keep them safe."
Sans was silent for a moment, then he grinned. "I think that's pretty cool, Gamer," he said. "I bet Niko thinks so too."
The Gamer smiled, a sense of warmth spreading through their chest. "Yeah," they said. "I hope so."
As they continued to talk, the Gamer couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Niko. If it weren't for them, the Gamer may have ended up like their brother, lost to the corrupting influence of the game. But thanks to Niko, they had found a purpose, a reason to use their power for good.
And as they sat with Sans, enjoying their drinks and each other's company, the Gamer knew that they had made the right choice. They would continue to be a protector and guide, using their power to help those who were lost in the game. And maybe, just maybe, they would make a difference in the lives of those they helped, just like Niko had done for them.
CHAPTER 7
Frisk sat on a bench in Waterfall, staring at the stars above. It had been months since they had saved the Underground, but they still couldn't shake the feeling of longing that came with missing their friends. Asriel Dreemurr had been one of their closest companions, and the thought of never seeing him again was almost too much to bear.
Suddenly, the Gamer appeared beside them, a thoughtful expression on their face. "Hey, Frisk," they said. "What's on your mind?"
Frisk hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I was just thinking about Asriel," they said. "Do you think there's any way to bring him back?"
The Gamer's expression softened. "I can bring him back," they said. "But it would come at a cost."
Frisk's eyes widened. "What cost?" they asked.
The Gamer hesitated, then said, "You would have to give up some of your memories and turn back into a five-year-old child."
Frisk's heart raced at the thought. They had been so happy to grow up, to become strong and capable of facing any challenge. But the thought of seeing Asriel again was almost too much to resist.
After a moment of contemplation, Frisk looked up at the Gamer and said, "I'll do it."
The Gamer nodded, a small smile on their lips. "Okay," they said. "Just close your eyes and let me do the rest."
As Frisk closed their eyes, they felt a strange sensation wash over them. Memories slipped away, replaced by ones they hadn't experienced in years. Their body grew smaller, and when they opened their eyes again, they were no longer the teenager they had become, but a small child.
The Gamer knelt down beside them, a gentle hand on their shoulder. "Are you okay, Frisk?" they asked.
Frisk nodded, looking up at the Gamer with wide eyes. "Can we go see Asriel now?" they asked.
The Gamer smiled. "Yes," they said. "Let's go."
Hand in hand, they walked through the Underground, Frisk's memories of the world slowly coming back to them as they went. And when they finally reached Asriel, Frisk knew that everything had been worth it. They were with their friend again, and nothing else seemed to matter.
CHAPTER 8
The Gamer stood before Sans, Asgore, and Toriel in the throne room, looking somewhat nervous. They had just returned from their journey to bring Asriel back to life, but they knew that the news of Frisk's sacrifice would be hard to deliver.
"I have some news," the Gamer said, their voice soft. "I was able to bring Asriel back to life, but it came at a cost."
"What cost?" Toriel asked, her expression filled with concern.
The Gamer took a deep breath. "Frisk had to give up some of their memories and turn back into a five-year-old child," they said.
There was a moment of stunned silence before Asgore spoke up. "Frisk did what?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
The Gamer nodded. "They made the choice to do it," they said. "They wanted to see Asriel again more than anything."
Sans looked at the Gamer with a mixture of confusion and concern. "But why did they have to turn back into a kid?" he asked.
The Gamer hesitated for a moment before explaining, "It was the only way to bring Asriel back. The cost was high, but Frisk was willing to pay it."
There was another moment of silence before Toriel spoke up, her voice filled with sadness. "Oh, my poor child," she said, her eyes welling up with tears.
As the three of them took in the news, the Gamer couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. They had promised Frisk that they could bring Asriel back, but they had never been entirely honest about the cost. It wasn't until Frisk had made the decision that they realized how much it would hurt.
"I'm sorry," the Gamer said, their voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want to hurt Frisk, but I had to try. Asriel deserved another chance."
Asgore put a hand on the Gamer's shoulder, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "You did what you thought was right," he said. "And we are grateful for it."
Sans nodded in agreement. "Yeah," he said. "We owe you one for this."
The Gamer gave a small smile, feeling a sense of relief. Despite the cost, they knew that they had done the right thing by bringing Asriel back to life. And while they couldn't change what had happened to Frisk, they could at least make sure that they were taken care of in their new child form.
CHAPTER 9
The group walked together through the corridors of the underground, their destination clear in their minds. They were going to see Asriel, who had been brought back to life thanks to the Gamer's intervention. As they drew closer to their destination, the excitement in the air was palpable.
Frisk was practically bouncing up and down with anticipation, eager to see the newly-revived prince. Sans walked beside them, a grin on his face. "Can't wait to see the look on his face," he said.
The Gamer walked alongside Asgore and Toriel, both of whom were crying tears of joy at the thought of being reunited with their son. "I can't believe it's really happening," Asgore said, his voice filled with emotion.
Toriel nodded, wiping away a tear. "I know," she said. "I've missed him so much."
As they turned the corner, they saw Asriel standing at the end of the hallway. His eyes widened as he saw the group approaching, and he ran to meet them, his arms open wide.
"Mama! Papa!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. "You're here! You're really here!"
Asgore and Toriel embraced their son, holding him tightly. Frisk ran over to join the group hug, grinning from ear to ear. The Gamer stood back, watching the scene with a sense of satisfaction. They had accomplished what they had set out to do, and they had brought joy to this family in the process.
As the reunion continued, the group talked and laughed, catching up on all that had happened since Asriel's death. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing that Frisk had sacrificed so much to bring him back, but also feeling the overwhelming love and joy that came with seeing Asriel alive again.
As they left the castle, the group walked together in a state of happy exhaustion. Sans and Frisk were joking and laughing, while Asgore and Toriel held hands and whispered quietly to each other. The Gamer walked alongside them, a sense of satisfaction filling them up from within.
They had done something good, something that would make a difference in the world. And for the first time in a long time, they felt like they had a purpose, a reason to keep going. It was a feeling they never wanted to let go of.
THE END