I bend down, feeling chilled to the bone.

...Even the statement makes me confused.

But of course, not everything's dust. That's an exaggeration. It's just like Papyrus' scarf; not everything is gone. There's still the blue jacket, laying limp and alone on the ground. I reach forward and lift the fabric up. It feels dusty and grainy in my fingers.

I bring it close to my chest, and I can suddenly sympathize with why Cinder enjoys hugging monster clothes so much. They're warm, and they bring a sense of comfort. I breathe the scent in, and the smell of bones and ketchup reaches my nose.

Then, I'm in a room. The jacket's gone from my hands, and I'm sitting on a stool in a very large room. It looks like a bar; warm and cozy. There's a lot of people chattering together in clumps, but I'm only focused on the skeleton sitting in front of me. It's Sans. I start to breathe a sigh of relief, but I notice his eyes. They're staring at my hand.

I look down and expect to see the knife, but it's not. To my surprise, it's just a harmless bottle of ketchup. I don't understand, and the same confusion is mirrored on Sans' face. He points to it and asks me something, and I shrug sheepishly at him before replying. I can't hear myself. I then watch him take the bottle from me as he chugs down the whole thing. The surprise shows on my face, and he chuckles at my expression.

The world around us changes. I'm standing now, but Sans is still chuckling. The air feels cooler, and there's a telescope next to us. I recognize this as a hall from the Waterfall area. Why were we back here again? I frown in bewilderment, but Sans gestures to the telescope. He wants me to look through it. A little curious myself, I step up and press my eye to the scope. There's glittery rocks in the ceiling. They look like stars.

I move my eye from the scope to look at Sans, but the view changes. The world around me feels warmer; the ground harder. There's a sentry post in front of me, and Sans occupies it. He gives me an amused grin, and I want to tilt my head in confusion, but I can't. I'm holding up a stack of hotdogs on my head. I gape at the silliness of the whole situation, but Sans only reaches up to add another one to the pile. I huff and cross my arms, but stay still for the sake of it. Somehow, it doesn't topple over. It's a miracle in itself.

Sans climbs higher until he disappears out of sight, and then the colors change. I'm sitting again. It looks like a restaurant, but it's just me and Sans this time. Across the table, he beams at me. Then, his grin falters. It turns so small, I can barely see it anymore. I don't like it. I want to see his smile again. I pause when I feel something wet trailing down my cheek.

One last time, the world changes. This one is more sudden, from the cool colors of the restaurant to the bright colors of… the hall. Sans is standing at the end of it, and I start to panick. Will he try to kill me again? He gestures around him as he talks calmly, and I stand and listen, fiddling with my shirt. When I realize he's not here to end me, I grow calmer. His soothing voice is echoing at me. I make a small, hopeful smile.

Then Sans disappears, and I'm left kneeling on the ground, a bloody and dusty jacket pressed up against my chest. I blink a few times, temporarily befuddled. What was that? Those memories didn't belong to me. So… were they Sans' memories? But they were coming from a perspective that didn't belong to him…

Chara's in front of me, staring at me worriedly. She makes a face when I clutch the jacket tighter. "What are you doing?" She winces, sounding a little grossed out.

I give her a blank look. "Huh?" I'm still distracted by the images in my head. Chara's words seem to pass right through me.

"That." She points to the jacket. "What are you doing to it? What are you-" She stops suddenly, frowning deeper as her mouth gapes open slightly. "Why are you crying?"

What? I'm not crying. But then I notice wet splotches on the jacket in front of me, and I realize that my cheeks are wet as well. I'm actually a little teary-eyed. That doesn't make sense. I hurry to wipe them away. Maybe my eyes were overhydrated. That happens sometimes. "I'm not crying." I mumble indignantly.

"And why are you hugging it?" She asks, squinting an eye at me. "I remember you thinking it was gross?"

I think back to my confrontation with Cinder, and I suddenly realize that I can link the graceful moves of Chara to her. Images of her moving around gracefully come into my mind, and I see her dodging bombs, boxes, and swings of a trident. It's so strange, since I've never even seen those attacks before. Who were they coming from? Then, almost like she's noticed me, Cinder turns around and waves. I hesitantly start to wave back, until I see the ribbon girl next to her. She's grinning, and after what seems to be a brief moment of debate with herself, she waves too.

Now I'm confused. The ribbon girl isn't wearing the ribbon now, and she's standing with Cinder in the middle of Snowdin. That doesn't make sense. I've never seen the two meet each other, much less seen the ribbon girl get past the Ruins. Why were they both here together?

I'm drawn out when Chara attempts a poke at my shoulder. "Hey." She growls. "Stop daydreaming. We need to keep moving."

"Keep moving?..." I echo emptily.

"Yes." She says. "Home, remember?"

I blink at her. Home doesn't seem so important now. In fact, it doesn't even seem to be a word anymore. I rub my eyes, finally letting the jacket slip from my hold. Chara grins encouragingly.

"See? Just forget about that skeleton. Soon enough, we're going to make it back."

"Back where?"

Her smile falters for a moment. "Why, home of course. I just said it to you five seconds ago."

"...home." I repeat blankly.

She looks completely bewildered. "C'mon now! You can't have forgotten… we're here to destroy monsters, get stronger, then go back home!"

I stare at her wearily. "Destroy monsters?" I ask blearily.

"Yes, yes." She says quickly, losing her patience. "We've just got two more before we're out of this miserable place. You do want to get out, don't you?"

She stares at me for an answer, but when there's none, her scowl goes deeper. "What? You want to stay here? In this rotten place devoid of life? You can't be serious."

I think on it. "It's only empty because we cleared it."

"Yes, duh." She rolls her eyes. "That was the point."

"But-"

"Look." She demands, pointing down the hall to the exit. "Let's get you out here first. Let's get you home first. Then we can talk about this stuff later, when we're finally free." She starts to beckon me up, making pushing motions.

It takes me a moment to respond, but when I do, the statement surprises myself. "No."

Chara freezes. "Excuse me?"

"No." I repeat boldy.

She narrows her eyes. "How dare you-"

"No, no, no." I'm shaking my head along with the no's, making my hair swing back and forth. It reminds me of someone else. Chara's waiting for me to make some kind of clarification, but I'm already buried back into my thoughts.

It's the boy from the Ruins. He had long hair. I try to think, but I can't remember him ever swinging his head around. Then why had I automatically connected the motion to him? There's a faint memory in the back of my head, but I can't pinpoint it, and the air around me is starting to feel stifling, so I don't try. Maybe I was thinking of the wrong person. Maybe it was the first girl, the one that greeted me with a hug. She was nice. Her hug was familiar; I remember that too. I close my eyes as I recall the warmth, and her voice reminds me of what I once was-

Chara's completely hysterical. "Stop ignoring me!" She hisses, throwing her arms up.

"Wait." I say calmly, bringing my palm up. The motion just makes her scream more angrily. Furious, she pulls at her hair strands. But it's her own fault if she rips herself bald, not mine.

I take a deep breath. Something's out of place. I'm having all these memories that never happened to me. Unless it happened before I fell, but I highly doubted it. They couldn't be foreshadowings, because all the people I had seen were now dead. It had to be something that already happened. It just made me all the more confused.

Chara huffs, staring at me as she watches me put random puzzle pieces together. "Are you done daydreaming now?" She grumbles. "And are you ready to move on?"

I knew Chara was impatient, but I needed to sort this out first. Maybe she could help me. "A few questions first." I propose.

She growls deeper. "Bargaining, huh? That's not like you." Seeing that I won't be changing my mind anytime soon, she settles herself down some. She impatiently taps her fingers on the tiles, but they don't make any noise. "Well then, fine. How many?"

I ponder on it. "One for now."

"And if I answer it, we'll move on?"

"It depends on your answer."

She stares at me with displeasure. "Well then, it depends on your question."

"Okay." I take a deep breath. "What is Determination?"

She frowns. "What kind of question is that?"

"Well, you used to always talk about how Determined I was. And…" I pout innocently before adding, "Flowey mentioned it before."

She narrows her eyes at me, gritting her teeth. "That stupid flower." She sighs, shrugging. She doesn't provide an answer, yet.

"Well?" I inquire. "We'll never get a move on if you don't answer the question."

She growls and taps her head, like she's trying to figure out the best answer to give. "Hm…" She mumbles. "I guess… it's the firmness of a purpose. The resolve to change fate."

I squint my eyes at her, trying to figure out what it means. "How did Flowey use it?"

"I thought you said he was lying?" Chara asks, nervously shifting her eyes.

"I know now that he wasn't." I reply. "But his concepts were still wrong. He must've been seeing the foreshadowings, like me. He just didn't know it, and mistakened it for coming back to life."

"Hm." Chara huffs, staring at me.

"So what I'm saying is… I think determination has something to do with these foreshadowings. Am I right? Flowey said something about how our determination was stronger than his, so I'm guessing that… he doesn't have that ability anymore? To foreshadow?"

Chara hesitates before shrugging. "I guess."

"...So I have overlapped his Determination." I blink in astonishment. "So, does the Determination only let me foreshadow? Or does it let me do something else as well?"

She freezes. "What do you have on mind?" She asks slowly.

"I…" I pause a moment. "I'm not entirely sure, but… I was wondering if I could ask you for ideas?"

She narrows her eyes. "Yeah?"

"Well, I saw some things. They don't feel like they've ever happened to me before, but they're really real. So I would assume it's foreshadowing. But at the same time, it's not possible because the memories include people that are already…" I gulp. "Dead. So, is it possible that it's a…" I move my hand in a circular motion, looking for the right words. "Maybe a… flashback instead?"

She stops. "A flashback." She repeats.

"Yeah." I breathe.

"And what were they about?" She asks slowly.

I had tried avoiding that topic altogether, but seeing that the answer would be required to receive help from Chara, I bottle up my courage to speak. "...Sans."

She immediately stiffens up. "And?"

Seeing her uncomfortableness, I attempt to avoid her gaze altogether. "Can we just not talk about what I saw?"

Chara's mouth is tightening into a thin, pressed line. "Fine. But I can't help you with that."

I blink at her posture, her uncertainties. I tilt my head, suddenly unsure myself. The idea suddenly strikes me, and I narrow my brows more tightly together. "Going back in time is impossible, right?"

"Yes." This answer, at least, was snappy.

I narrow my eyes and try to think back to the times where going back in time was ever mentioned. Flowey claims he did it; killing himself before appearing back in the bed of flowers. Now thinking on it, Cinder had talked it about it too. I strain my brain to remember, trying not to let my short-term-memory get in the way now.

"Resetting." I suddenly realize.

Chara looks afraid. "Resetting?" She repeats.

"Yeah! Resetting!" I grin. "I remember now! Right after every foreshadowing, I always get a choice. I can Continue, which gives me another foreshadowing into the future, or Reset, which can give me a flashback!"

"What?" Chara blinks.

"Then I must've accidentally triggered the 'Reset' button while fighting Sans. Somehow." I muse. "But how did I do it?"

"No, wait." Chara stops me. Her expression is a mixture of relief and panic. "Listen, there's no need to… to find the 'Reset', or whatever you're talking about. Let's just keep going forward."

I frown, cocking my head. Maybe I just had to explain it better? "But I need to remember the past!" I insist. "There's something important that I know I'm forgetting. After all, there's no harm to it, right? A flashback will just bring me back momentarily, and when I'm done, we can go right on ahead!"

Chara scowls. "It doesn't work like that. You can't just go back to a forgotten past, relive it, and then come back unscathed. What if there's things you don't want to remember? What if you forgot them for a reason? Digging them back up will just cause more trouble for the both of us. You don't want that, do you?"

I hesitate. Chara may be right, but I still don't want to give up. "But just a little peek?"

She shakes her head quickly. "Once it's done, there's no going back." She looks up at me, pleading. "Don't do it." She warns.

"But…"

"Please."

I clench my fists, determined. "I have to know."

Chara stops. Stares at me. Shakes a little. "Heh." She huffs. "Somehow, I knew we would never make it to the end."

"...Chara?"

She know's there's no changing my mind now, once I'm set on it. "Yeah, just go and do it. No use listening to me, right?" She turns away, and mumbles something under her breath. "And for once, I thought this would be a real partnership."

"Chara, don't be like that." I feel guilty at her words, but I feel like she's planting them in my head on purpose. I don't want her to change my mind now. "We can go right back to our destination, after my questions have been answered. This partnership isn't ruined or anything." What was she so reluctant about, anyway?

She pauses, then turns back. Her eyes are black. "It's too late for that now." She grins, her smile red.

I gasp, startled. A black goo substance is suddenly dripping out her eyes, and she reaches for me, hands phasing into me. In the next moment, she's sucked in.

Almost immediately, I can feel the inner struggle occurring. Someone's trying to take over. I gasp at the feeling, shocked at Chara's actions. The turmoil inside me rises, and I clutch myself to keep myself together. It's like I'm being torn from inside, like I'm being forcefully ripped from my identity. It's so hard to keep going.

"It's because of LOVE." Chara whispers in my head in a sing-song voice. "You've gained so much of it, and now, there's no need for you to resist. Just accept it."

"N-no!" I gasp. "What are you doing? I thought-"

"It doesn't matter now. We're going to end this together, whether you like it or not. I'm not going to let you throw this all away when we're so close."

The feeling in my legs are gone. Chara has them now. The immobile state is slowly spreading upwards, past my hips. It won't be long now before my arms are frozen as well. I gulp, and realize that I have to act quickly. I have to know how to use the Reset button before time runs out. It has to help me out of this situation somehow. It's my last hope.

"Nothing you try will work." Chara hisses delightedly. "Nothing. Just give up."

It's too hard. Because t's not just Chara taking over, but the panic as well. It swarms in me like a beehive, and I can't concentrate. I have to think of a solution to the problem and keep Chara from consuming me. It's too many things on my mind, and too much to keep track of all at once. I'm a goner.

My arms grow still, and I feel the control slipping past me. I can only feel my shoulders and up, but even that's going away. Chara chuckles. "No escaping now."

I sigh a shaky breath. Reset, reset, reset. How do I do it?

I go back to my memories, and remember Sans. He's important in all this, but how? I can't figure it out unless I see those flashbacks, but I can't see them until I get to use the Reset. I shut my eyes in frustration and try to trigger it with my mind. Sans memories. Happy, smiley, contented feelings and memories and... c'mon...

Reset, reset, reset.

My eyes widen when I suddenly realize; it's not just flashbacking.

It's resetting.

The force inside me stops for a brief disbelieving moment when a yellow button appears before me. Chara screams in rage and tries even harder to take over, but I still have control over my neck.

I bend my head over and give the button a tap with my forehead.

And Chara's screams fade away as the hall is sucked into a black whirlwind of the past.

Alright, back to hiatus's.

But! Not until I give some proper thanks!

This story specifically has been quite a ride! I've been given quite my fair share of complaints, but I think those who've put in positive thoughts make it all worthwhile!

...screw it, I'll just name them. I really want to thank Mokki Takashi for always seeing things on the brighter side and leaving me positive reviews! And xxApocalypsexx, thank you so much! You've really given me some more motivation, and I'm grateful for that. And madmalitiangamer... you really know how to leave a review. xD (But seriously, I appreciate it! Humor is good for my healthy :3 ) And lastly, Imma be thanking J. W. Fox, because even though his reviews weren't always to my liking, he's stuck through with me until the end and I congratulate him kindly for bearing with me. ;)

Okay, now for those of you reviewers that are just telling me Frisk is stupid... I GET IT. Now stop. xD

However! If your complaint was about the lack of inactivity from the other souls that fell down, I get that. Once I continue this (in 10,069 years, probably) I will definitely be including those people more, and they will be making more significant impacts. Hopefully. 0_0

Okay! Now I'm almost done. I was just wondering if I should continue on on this story or just go make another sequel. I feel like making a new start, since if it ends up as any good, I don't want it to be tainted by this one. xD Sounds ridiculous, right? But anyway, just curious to see your responses. O.O

Okay okay! I'm done. Barrage me with your comments now. :D (Or don't. That works too.)