What the hell was going on? This had gone from a cool little easter egg to a full blown act of vengeance on your innocent PC. What was that saying? No good deed goes unpunished. That pretty much seemed to sum up the situation. All you had wanted to do was send a silly little letter telling fictional characters how much you liked them. Now you were fighting against some evil little computer sprite bent on protecting its game files from unknown sources.

It's takes another long wait till you finally get access to your system after the crash but this time you take the prompt's advice and quickly start a scan for viruses. Something was seriously messing with your computer and you were not happy about it. Deep down you didn't really think it would be a virus or some sort of Malware but you at least had to check it off the list of causes. The results...nothing. Clean bill of health. Which was both a relief, and yet also a problem because that meant it HAD to be Undertale doing this, or at least something in the files. You hit your mouse button a little harder on the notepad icon then was really needed as you scroll down to the bottom of the document. This time you don't hesitate before you start typing.

'If you crash me one more time then I WILL delete every last trace of Undertale. This is your last warning!' Again you wait, jaw clenched and eyes staring daggers at the text cursor. The pause was not long.

*welp, that took less time than i thought it would.

OK, not the response you were expecting but at least there was no blue screen...yet. Then again you were not really sure what you were expecting. Had Toby really been able to predict the sorts of responses people would have and code accordingly? Judging from Undertale he certainly seemed to have a firm grasp on how people might react to different situations, at least on an emotional level. So...maybe?

Your anger is starting to get pushed back and replaced with curiosity. As infuriating as it was to have your PC crashing on you it was also a little exciting to suddenly have something you didn't have the answers to. Plus, this was Sans, or at least as close to Sans as anything could be, so it was kinda hard to stay mad at him. You decide to play along again.

'What did?'

*getting you to show your true color.

'What is that supposed to mean?'

*that when things don't go your way you will naturally resort to the fastest means necessary to remove a problem. good to know where we stand.

You sit staring at those words. What was it with this game? Was it...was it actually berating you for losing your temper? The text cursor continues to sit blinking like a finger tapping on a desk.

'Sans I didn't mean-

Your reply gets cut short as the cursor is snatched away from you and starts typing of its own accord. Can...can it do that?

*but you did didn't you. you meant every word. you really would destroy my world without a second thought so long as it suited you. and all it took was a few moments of frustration to reveal that. it's fascinating how anger can strip away the lies. even those we tell ourselves.

This was not happening. This couldn't be real. You felt as though your brain had come to a grinding halt. This couldn't just be a programmed script, Sans was...the text was directly addressing you and what you had said. This couldn't be real...could it?

*what? you giving me the silent treatment? or maybe you just don't like being played with. being manipulated to prove a point. not that i would know what that feels like, pal.

You had to say something, anything.

'I think we got off on the wrong foot. Maybe we should try again. Hi I'm-'

*sorry buddy but that foot of yours is already in your mouth. this is not something you can reset your way out of. Learn to live with your mistakes and accept the responsibilities. i've been waiting far too long to get ahold of you.

OK now that didn't sound ominous at all. Even in the game Sans could be scary but this...this was some straight up creepy pasta stuff. Before you realizing what you're doing the mouse had already hit the little cross at the top of your screen and you are exiting out of the save feature. The empty desktop stares back at you. This couldn't really be happening. It had to be some sort of joke, or hack, or you had completely lost your mind or...or…

NO! It was impossible. It was stupid to even entertain the thought that the characters were real. They were just little bits of data scripted to act a certain way and pull on your heartstrings every so often. Right!...right?


Sorry its another short one but I don't like pushing chapters further then they need to go. Hopefully its not so bad while they are coming out quickly (I am still not sure HOW they are coming out so quickly but I'm not complaining). Next chapter we get to check in on Sans.