AUTHORS NOTE: Warning for slight blood! Upon popular demand, I'm making this chapter somewhat long. I'll try my hardest to update frequently for you all!

She sits on a soft couch next to a yellow monster who won't stop babbling. This monster is ranting about something irrelevant until the young girls phone buzzes. She picks it up to scan the preview of a message sent by Sans. You can feel her body temperature rise slightly. The monster takes note of the girl's notification and squeals with delight. "Did he ask you out again? Are you guys spending time together?" The girl hides her phone grumpily. "No, Alphys. He just told me a cheesy joke." Alphys nods approvingly and begins tapping away on her own phone before mumbling absentmindedly "I ship it." You awaken on the cold rock floor of Waterfall where you'd layed down for the night. You recall the memory flash you'd gotten while resting. A dream. You hadn't dreamed in ages. It felt so real. A tightness in your chest catches your attention. It's a deep, hollow feeling. Loneliness. You start to feel more human than ever. But that's not why you're here. You stand up and straighten your sweater before heading off.

You make a turn down a path and raid an abandoned Nice Cream stand for its remaining contents. You scarf down the cold sugar before placing a hand over your now full stomach. You consider perhaps the human body has too many needs to function properly. And your newfound emotions make you reconsider your choice of possession, but you come to the conclusion its too late to back down now. You decide to consult in the girl, for this was once her body and she must know it's regular functions. "Girl." You think this rather demanding with no response in turn. You try again, this time a bit more aggressive. "Human. I'm talking to you." But still no answer. You scoff angrily at her silence. You decide to tune out of the mind for now. As you travel, all the houses and establishments are abandoned. You feel yourself growing closer to your goal. You reach the outskirts of Hotland and pause to take in your surroundings. The lonely feeling in your chest grows with the silence of your mind and the world around you. You decide to tune into more memories as you walk.

"Frisk, which do you prefer? Ketchup or mustard?"

She ponders this for a moment before deciding. "Ketchup."

San's face lights up at this. He nudges her with her elbow and chuckles, "Yeah, me too."

"Why do you ask, Sans?"

He shrugs, "Just curious." She catches him starring at her, you feel her cheeks get hot and her chest lighten. She giggles lightly before raising an eyebrow at him curiously.

His permanent grin widens, "Sunsets or flowers?"

"Both."

Your memory-watching is interrupted by a small voice. Caught off guard, you trip on a rather large rock. Your hands scrape the ground and burn. Your knee stings. Your arms shake as you stand up and re-gain your pasture. You examine your body to see the peeling skin on your bloody hands and knee caps. You peer around to find the voice. A small yellow monster slows edges out form behind a large boulder to your right.

"D-Don't hurt me, okay? I just want to talk." You recognize her from one of the memories. Alphys. You clench your bloody hands and listen to what she has to say.

"You don't have to hurt people, Human! Er...Whatever you are?" She fumbles her hands nervously. "I-I've gotten everybody to a safe place. But I wanted to talk to you before Undyne finds you. You see, she's the head of the Royal Guard and you've done a lot of bad things to a lot of people. B-But I believe you can be good! If you just talk to me, I know I can convince you."

You put a hand in your dirty pants pocket and grip your toy knife.

She gulps, but continues talking. "I-I know I'm not stronger than you. So if this fails, I will die. I've already considered that possibility. But I have to give it a try. You deserve a chance. I just wanted to ask: Why have you done all this? There must be a reason, r-right? Are you lonely?" She takes a step closer to you. "I-If you are lonely, I could be your friend?" She extends her reptile-like hand to you "You're a long way from home, yes? I could help you get back."

You smirk and slowly retrieve the toy knife from your pocket. She eyes you as you do this, and hesitantly takes a step back. "No, p-please. Just talk to me. I don't want you to hurt anyone else."

Your blood coats the handle, making it slippery. You grab her hand, pulling her towards you. You dig the knife into her scaly shoulder, twisting and digging it beneath her skin. She screeches and struggles out of your grasp, stumbling and scattering away. You start to run after her, but you're stopped by a sudden force that pulls you into the air. A familiar blue aura surrounds your body and holds you tight in the air. Sans appears from the dirt trail where Alphys has just escaped. He forces you closer to him, your body floating at will. "Even when you're a terrible monster killer, monsters will try to help you."

You grunt and try struggling against his hold, but it's pointless. He examines you. "What happened to you? You're all scratched up." You only answer him with the same cold stare you always have. He nods. "I want to kill you. But you say she's still here. And even after all you've done, I won't hurt her. I want to find a way to get her back, and you're going to help me. Whether you want to or not." He tightens his fist, you feel calm and warm. Slowly, your eyes close and you become unconscious.

"Don't open yet, okay? It's a surprise."

She giggles and nods in agreement, "Alright." You can feel his bony fingers over her eyelids and hear the humor in his voice.

"Alright, open."

He removes his hands and her eyes flutter open. She gasps and lets out laughter all at the same time. Standing in a patch of golden glowing flowers, there's an easel in front of her with a board on it. Various strokes of orange and yellows are splattered across it. Behind the board is a bright glowing light that shines through the plaster and makes the paint glow. She looks over at Sans. His eye-sockets are lowered in an anxious expression. She throws her arms around him in an embrace and hugs him tightly. He wraps his thin arms around her soft body and lets out an earthy chuckle. "I've never seen a sunset before, but I worked with what you've told me. I hope I did a good job, Kid."

You awaken in a small room on a bed in the far right corner from the door. Socks and books scatter the floor. To the right of you, a large dresser stands covered in papers and various tubes and bottles. You take notice that your arms and legs are bound at your sides by blue magic. Sans enters the room and locks it behind him. He carries in a bowl and walks over to you. "I see you're awake, Kid." He puts the bowl up to your lips. "Drink this." The aroma of the liquid smells warm and familiar. Upon instinct, your lips part and hungrily drink it. Once you're done, he sets the bowl down on the dresser and begins messing around with the bottles.

"Frisk used to love that soup." His voice sounds natural, as if nothing has happened. "Do you like it too?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious. You nod a 'yes'.

He loosens the hold on your arms and examines your hands. He holds them in his. You feel a slight tingling before he releases and shows you your palms. The scrapes and bruises are gone. He does the same to your knees. You watch him carefully, curious as to why he is helping you.

Girl.

She is still refusing to answer you. But somewhere, you feel as if she's slowly leaving. A new feeling creeps into your chest and spreads across your body. Worry.

Girl. Wake up and look at this monster you want to protect so much.

Nothing.

Don't leave me.

He pulls up a chair and sits close to you. "You're going to tell me how and why you brought us back to the beginning. Or I won't let you go."

You look up at him, your mouth opening to give an answer but then quickly closing again. This clown doesn't deserve your answer. What's wrong with you? Have you lost your motive already?

He shrugs. "OK then." He raises both his hands to you. The aura around you glows brighter. A sharp pain surges through your body. A cry escapes your throat and shrills throughout the room. He stops and wait. You still give no answer. He raises his hands again and repeats this method again before you finally give in.

"Fine. I'll tell you." Your voice is hoarse from refusal to use it these past days. You clear your throat in preparation before speaking again. "I wanted to live again. I wanted to have power over humans and monsters alike. That was my motive." You watch him blankly, his expression still as neutral as before.

"So why Frisk? Why did you choose her?"

"She was the only human who had mapped out the underground besides me. The only human I could kill that would reset the game."

"So that's how you did it? You killed her?" His voice began to raise in anger. His left eye flickered blue.

"Yes. But not before I possessed her body."

His breathing started to quicken. "You say she's still in there with you. Let me talk to her. Prove to me she's still here so I don't kill you slowly and painfully."

"She's stopped talking, stopped fighting. She used to block me from her mind. She fought to keep you from me, too. But she's gone quiet recently."

He stood up, pushing the chair far back behind him. "You really expect me to believe that? I think you're just trying to save yourself now."

"No, she has been here. She's still here." You notice the desperation in your voice.

"Then show me."

He reaches a hand out to you, hues of blue floating around his bony hand and fingers. You hesitantly place your hand in his, thinking and prodding hard into her memories.

You find one you think will be convincing and let it play for him, projecting the pictures into his mind.

She stands on a grassy cliff just outside the underground over looking the world. Sans comes up to stand beside her. The others have already begun walking down the mountain to start their life on the surface. His low voice breaks the beautiful silence. "So what now, Kid?"

She looks over at him. The orange glow of the real sunset lightens her hazel irises. "Whatever we want to happen. We're free now, right?"

He nods and moves closer to her. He extends his arms to lace his fingers with hers. She smiles. "We could be free together, if you want?"

He stares at her, his bony structure flushing a bright blue before looking back at the sun once more. "I would like that."

She rests her head on his shoulder.

The memory stops, but it was he who pulled away. He's staring at you with an expression of heartache. His eyes are wide and flooding with blue fog. He puts his hands in his pockets and looks away from you now, leaning against his dresser for support.
"Yeah, that was us." He sounds as though he might break down. "And you ended it all."

You watch him closely.

He looks at you again, the fog still escaping form his eye-sockets. "You don't know how long I was alone. How long I had gone without seeing the sun or feeling the rain. How I had hopped to escape the underground. And right when we're all free, and I finally have her, you take it all away." Objects in his room now begin to float. His emotions are getting out of control, and you begin to rise as well. You look around frantically, Grabbing onto the mattress.

Girl. Frisk. Wake up and make him calm.

"You're a selfish, monster killing..THING." He flicks his wrist at you, and you go flying. You hit the wall hard before being released to smack he floor along with everything else in the room. You grunt and slowly sit up. He's readying for something else. You hear a knock at the door and shift your gaze to it. The blue in his eye fades as he glances over as well. "Papyrus?" He walks over and opens it. A small conversation between them carries on before he's handed a plate and closes the door once more.

You notices he's been given a plate of spaghetti. He sets it on his dresser and pulls the chair over, sitting back down and holds his skull in his hands. The blue fog of his tears escapes through his fingers. You stay sitting against the wall, watching him. "I was human once, too."

"Quit lying to yourself. Nothing like you could have ever been human." His voice sounds choked and weak now.

"Maybe you're right."