With Frisk believing Sans is gone, she's become a lot more submissive. She's stopped blocking you from her memories and she's stopped trying to help the innocent monsters you prey on. But she's not gone. In fact, you've been having intelligent conversations with her. "You were human, too?" "Correct." "Oh. So, how old are you then?" You fumble at this question. It's been so long since you've aged or had a human body for that matter. "I..Don't remember." "Well, are you a child?" "Yes. I was a child." Pictures of yellow and laughter flash past you conscious. Memories. But these memories don't belong to Frisk. No, for once, these are your own.   You're in the garden with Asriel. He's showing you all the flowers and playing games with you. He tells you to close your eyes and count to ten. You do so, and when you open them again he is gone. You remember searching for him, and growing worried. You don't like this game. You cry out. He steps out from behind the tree with a worried expression. "Hey! It's okay. I'm right here. I'm right here."     You blink back to reality and feel something wet running down your face. You realize you're crying. "You were happy." "Did you see that, too?" "Yeah. I did." You wipe the tears from your eyes and sigh. "I miss that." "Miss what?" "Being alive. Being happy. Having Asriel to play with and people to take care of me. I've been so alone." "Is that why you took my body? You were lonely?" "That was part of it." You find yourself back in waterfall, since that comedian pulled you all the way back to Snowdin. The ceiling twinkles bright. The echo flowers whisper screams and pleads and comments of terror. You sit in front of the water, contemplating your next move. You know to escape and take over, you'd have to face every last monster and destroy them. But something is stopping you now, and you can't quite tell what it is. "Frisk." "Yes?" "Are you trying to persuade me?" "Persuade you to what?" "Nevermind." You turn down a corridor and hear a familiar song. You walk towards it, and find a statue playing your familiar song. You sit down and listen to it playing over and over again. You want to live again, but not this life. You want yours back. There's a bucket holding umbrellas, and inside in a small ball. You pick it up and examine it. "I wish you could really be here, so we could play together." "Are you saying you'll let me go?" "No." You put the small ball in your pocket and keep walking. "Do you love him?" "Who?" "You know who I'm referring to." She's quiet for a moment before she responds, "Yes. I love him." "Does he love you?" "Yes. I believe so." "Love is dangerous." "How so?" "I'm made of love. And look at me." With each step, you're growing closer to your goal. But you've been trying to distract yourself from that. Something is convincing you that killing off the monsters won't fulfill your hunger. You'll always want more, always want control, and one day you'll be all alone. But you've come too far to stop now. "I can hear your thoughts. You don't want this." "Leave my thoughts alone." "Why? You invade mine. You want to reset, I can feel it." "Go away." "You can deny it if you want. But where are you headed, anyways?" "I'm not sure." "Can I show you something?" "Do I have much of a choice?"  You can almost feel her rolling her eyes. A memory plays for you. It's of the surface. The sun shines bright, human and monster kids alike are playing. You see a school house in the distance, and all the monsters you recognize from memories and personal confrontations and together doing various things. Sans is talking to his brother, but notices her and flashes a wink. The air smells sweet and light. She's happy. So happy. You stop it from playing any further. "What's the purpose of that memory?" "To show you how good things were and how good they can be again." "No. I can never live in that reality." "We can reset, you could be free." "I said NO." You're stomping now, angry and full of rage. "Please. It'll all be alright. I'm not lying to you." "I can't! You just don't get it. Sans won't forgive me. The moment we pull apart, he'll kill me." You freeze immediately after speaking. "You mean..He's still alive?" "I'm sorry." "No. No apologies for this. I'm done giving you chances." "Frisk, I was just scared." "It's too late for that. You're on you're own now."