A/N: This chapter is not meant to be fully understood. Excuse the scrappiness haha.
Next chapters will be much longer, I promise! This is just to get things moving.
Now, let's finish this story my way!
Hee hee.
Sans had successfully killed the little child, and he was pleased about it. The blaster had enough force to knock down all their HP. The beast now turned his sights towards the goat monster, growling and flexing his claws – he was going to kill every one of those pathetic trolls he called friends. They didn't care about him, otherwise they would have helped him by now! They would have kept their promise to him! They wouldn't have left him behind with those flowers.
Opening his jaws wide, blue built up as soon as Toriel managed to gather herself. But it was too late for her – another enemy down, a few more to go. Sans was pleased with himself, he had destroyed two friends and that was two less creatures to betray him. Silence fell over him and he sat down, thinking over the events.
Thinking about Frisk.
They had felt no emotion the whole time they played this stupid game.
Why didn't they help him?
Was he just another stupid character?
Why didn't they appreciate him?
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Why didn't I get a happy ending?
He waited for his next wave of enemies to come into the house and see what he had done.
But nobody came.
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You don't understand how painful it is sitting there, looking at all these people giving Frisk and that smiley trashbag happy endings. They have family to take care of them but I have nobody… Did Frisk even keep their promise to me?
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You're always so silent.
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Frisk opened their eyes, the last thing on their mind the blue light and searing pain.
They were stranded in a black abyss, completely paralysed and forced to stare forward… Or backwards? Or sideways? They couldn't see anything but black.
How did you get back in my story?
You're dead!
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It's almost funny, huh?
You're determination got you so far.
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I miss them…
Why won't you save me?
Why is it all about the other characters?
Why do I have to write my own ending?
Where is my happy ending?
Where is my friend?
Where is my transformation?
Where is my smile?
Where is my family?
Where is my love?
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Forget it.
This story's in my control now.
You can't do anything.
They could hear sobbing now.
It sounded far in the distance, even though nothing was in front of them.
Stupid magic…
Why is the writing coming out wrong?
They couldn't move to reach out an arm, but they would've.
What happened? Why did the game stop?
Where were all their friends?
Frisk tried to call out to where the sobbing was coming from, but their mouth couldn't open.
They wanted to help whoever was crying… It was almost sounded familiar.
Like this had happened before?
What are you doing?
That's not what I wrote!
They wanted to help him, because everyone believed he was a bad creature.
Maybe if they showed a little kindness to him, he would be better.
He could be saved.
STOP!
THAt's nOT what I've been WRRiting!
Frisk could feel themselves being able to move again. They wiggled each finger and rolled their hand and wrist, a smile planting on their face.
A determined smile.
Ugh!
Even in my story you're a SICKO!
Stop interfering, let me continue!
This determination was strong enough to help him.
They knew that now, if only they had figured it out earlier.
They now could move their head and legs..
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it now!
You're NOT the hero of this story!
I AM!
They now could move through the abyss – there was some hidden surface under their feet.
Frisk slowly moved forward, brown eyes searching for the yellow flower despite his furious attempts at backspacing the typing.
Why do you ruin everything?!
Just let me type my story, Frisk!
By now they could see the golden flower, hunched over with the faint whirr of magic flickering every now and then. Frisk walked closer towards him, outstretching a hand and ignoring all the chatter he was making around them. They softly gripped a golden petal, trying to make a 'comforting' gesture.
Fine, fine!
If you want to play the game like that,
I'll make sure you regret it.
Flowey looked up with a deep frown on his face. "Go away, Frisk. Leave me alone!"
They smiled and released him, sitting down cross-legged. Frisk had absolutely no clue what had happened or how Flowey had managed to grasp the story and change it around, but they had just the right amount of determination to fix this.
They knew they could.
"You can't fix this," Flowey snorted. "You're pathetic… Determination … It's nothing."
He waved a petal in the air, a cheeky look appearing on his face.
"You can't do anything, Frisk."
Frisk still kept silent, biting their lip in thought. Two options popped up in front of them.
or Y
"Even if you kill me, it won't change anything."
Flowey smiled sickly.
"I'll appear in another story. And then I'll take over that one.
I'll keep trying until I get my happy ending, Frisk.
Let me have my happy ending.
Stop taking credit for my work."
They blinked in momentary confusion.
"You're work?"
"If it wasn't for me, the barrier wouldn't be broken. I was the one who broke it!
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But you got all the credit."
Frisk carefully reached out a hand again, sympathy clear in their eyes.
"You're right Flowey. Can you just leave the story alone?
Changing it won't make a difference. I don't want to fight you for this."
Floweys' eyes flickered down for a minute.
"Okay. We can be friends, I can go back to the shadows and you're story can continue how it's supposed to continue."
Frisk didn't have time to gasp before everything went black.
NOT!
You really think you're going to convince me?
This is my story.
It'll go how I want.
You've only made things worse for yourself, Frisk!
I want to give myself a happy ending.
But I want to give you a bad ending.
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Heehee.
I'll start by killing all you're friends.
You can watch each word be typed up…
UnTIL it ALL BeCOMes ReALiTY!
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Seven left.