I know this isn't an update to my other stories but this idea has been floating around in my mind for months and I finally just had to write it. I don't know why this idea came to me, it just did. I might come back to this someday but for now, this will be staying as a one-shot. If anyone wants to write something based on my story please feel free, all I ask is to just let me know so I can read it.

I hope you all enjoy this.

Skull looked down at the vial full of the liquid that would make him and the rest of the group start aging at an increased rate until everyone was back to the age they had been before the curse hit. As he listened to Verd explain what the liquid would do he felt trepidation when it came to taking it.

According to Verd, this stuff would age them up, yes, but it would also make them relieve every injury that happened to them, Verd hadn't been able to find a way around it. All he had been able to do was make it so life-threatening injuries wouldn't kill them. Oh, the injuries would hurt for sure, but they wouldn't kill them.

Skull tried to act normal when he finally asked a question that had been bothering him. "So, how will it know what injuries we had at what age?"

Verd gave him a look like he was stupid, "It will go off of your memories of that age."

"What if we remember something that didn't happen?" Skull asked again, hiding his panic.

Verd sighed while the others raised eyebrows, "This will only use the memories that are real, it can tell between real and fake, Now take it."

Everyone else in the room drank it before looking at Skull with a glare, daring him not to drink it too. He held back a grimace before downing the liquid, this was not going to be fun. He silently wondered how this liquid would let him survive having his head blown off, several times.

After Verd checked everyone over to make sure there were no unfortunate side effects of the liquid, everyone went to their own rooms. Skull collapsed onto his bed, staring at the ceiling in dread.

His life has been full of pain for as long as he can remember. Back when he was in Kindergarten he lived in foster homes, he was bounced from place to place and several of his foster parents were awful people who didn't deserve to be around children.

He used to be called Kid by everyone so that's what the other children in school called him. When he was in Kindergarten he realized that time was looping, he also realized that whenever he died he was brought back to the start of the day.

He died so many times in the time loop of Monday, he thought he was safe when he finally managed to get to Tuesday but no, he had to go through another time loop of death and pain. Why were kindergarten principles always so evil?

Eventually, he managed to get out of the time loop and ran away. He ran up a mountain and accidentally fell down a hole. The hole was the entrance into the underground, a place full of monsters.

However, unlike the monsters in the stories you heard around a campfire, most of these monsters were kind. Even if they all killed him once or twice and Flowey wanted him to kill everyone else. He managed to escape the underground only for time to loop again and bring him right back to the golden bed of flowers that he fell on at the start of his adventure.

He was horrified when he realized that he was now trapped in another time loop, at least this one was a couple of days instead of only one day. He lost track of how many times he went through the loop until one day he was possessed by something. He still had no clue what had controlled him and made him kill all of his friends over and over again.

It got to the point where his friend's Deja-ve morphed into them remembering past timelines, and they all started to hate him, never realizing that he was being controlled.

Everyone was scared and fearful of him, thankfully he managed to finally break free of the things control and then break free from the time loop. He wished he could have freed the monsters but they would never trust him again.

He didn't kill Asgore to escape, instead, he snuck to where Asgore kept the human souls and absorbed one of them to get out of the barrier. He had grabbed the purple one and while he was there he set the others free. Sure, the monsters would hate him even more when they found out what he had done, but he couldn't let these souls continue to be trapped here for the rest of their afterlife.

So, he set them free before absorbing the purple soul and leaving the underground for the final time.

After that, he lived in alleys. He got food by dumpster diving and while it was hard, it was still better than being in foster care in his mind.

Something eventually had to go wrong though, it always does in his life after all.

He had managed to sneak into the pizza plex, a place that had a bunch of different animatronics for entertainment. He spent the days sleeping in several different hidden rooms he had found and spent the nights having fun for once. He ate pizza, drank soda, and played games. He got so good at the arcade games that he kept the top spot in all of them, his gamer tag was GGY.

Gregory, that was what he was naming himself now. He had tried using Frisk with the monsters but that name now held so many bad memories. Memories of pain and death that he knew he needed to move on, so he did.

Sadly, all good things had to come to an end. The night guard turned out to be a child killer who had already killed several kids. She was determined that Gregory would be her next victim, not like that would work out for her.

Out of all the kids, she chose the one that had the power to mess with time. Gregory with the help of Glamrock Freddy managed to avoid her and the other animatronics that she had hacked to try and kill him.

Glamrock Freddy didn't believe his friends were trying to kill Gregory though and wouldn't hear a word about it, Gregory knew better though.

They had already killed him several times, The deaths hurt but they weren't as painful as most of his other ones thank god.

Gregory didn't mean to hurt the Glamrock animatronics though, he had been defending himself. He had just wanted to lock Chica into the garbage room to keep her contained, he didn't expect her to grab at him. The only way he managed to escape was by kicking her in the face, knocking her beak off. The doors then closed on her, crushing her a bit before she fell back into the garbage room.

He had sat there in horror before scooping up Chica's voice box that had fallen to the floor in the struggle and ran off. He used it to upgrade Freddy.

Roxy was an accident too. Hell, some could even say it was her fault. Who was dumb enough to jump in front of a moving go-kart, she had to have known she could be hurt right?

Her eyes fell out so he picked them up while running away and used them to upgrade Freddy. Honestly, he was a bit baffled by how Freddy didn't realize that these parts were taken from his friends. Not like he went out of his way to steal them from Roxy and Chica but still.

Monty was another accident, he had just meant to make a hole in the catwalk so Monty couldn't run after him but instead, the thing full of balls fell on Monty, making him fall to the ground and break in half. Gregory had run down to check on him, horrified at all the damage he had caused Monty and his friends. He didn't think when he grabbed his claws and ran to Freddy, upgrading him again through shaking hands.

Soon, he managed to free Venessa of that weird Glitch Trap guy and Freddy found out where the parts he had been upgraded with came from. He still refused to believe that they had been trying to kill Gregory and refused to listen to him explain. He yelled at Gregory and asked why he got stuck with a child who was so unruly and hurtful, and asked why he didn't get a nice respectful child instead of him.

It brought back painful memories of his time in foster care and in the underground. He kept his head tilted down so Freddy didn't see his tears until he was done talking, then Gregory lifted his head and stared at Freddy with his dull sad eyes before running away before he could say anything else.

After that, he closed his heart off and refused to open it and care for people so much that it would break him again.

He found a traveling circus and managed to convince them to let him join, he might try to hide it but he was feeling homesick for the underground and pizza plex.

Joining the circus helped with that and soon he was feeling right at home. He dyed his hair purple and got purple contacts, in honor of the purple soul he used to escape the underground.

When he was old enough one of the other performers taught him how to ride and take care of a motorcycle and Gregory, now named Skull, fell in love.

He learned how to do tricks with it. One day one of his tricks went wrong and he fell off, severely hurting himself and just when he realized he was going to die again flames colored purple with a hint of orange flowed out of him and started healing him.

As soon as the flames were done they sunk back into Skull's skin, hiding beneath the surface. Skull had been shocked, he knew for a fact that the injury he had was life-threatening, he had enough of those to be able to tell after all, so how did those flames heal him? Where did they even come from?

He spent any time that he wasn't stunt riding, for fun or for his new act, learning about his flames. He realized that his purple flames were more useful than the orange ones so he used those more often.

He once again felt happy, until Checkerface showed up and dragged him to the meeting in the mafia that led to him being cursed into the body of a baby.

Now here he was, finally curse-free and about to start growing up again. About to relieve every single death he had ever had, right in front of people that despised him. They could pretend they didn't but Skull knew when someone disliked him by now.

This was going to be awful