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Everything was so dark. So painfully, horribly dark. You couldn’t see a thing, and even if you could, you weren’t sure if you wanted to see anything.
You looked down. Nothing. No hands. No legs. No body.
You looked up. You seemed to be in a room of some sort, but you couldn’t make out everything in it.
What happened? What brought you here? You couldn’t remember. Your head (or lack thereof) hurt like when you tried to remember things from previous timelines. You remembered a voice, but that’s about it.
You hoped Frisk was alright. They had been there with you when it all went down – whatever “it” was.
Now, what was going on with you? Where had your body gone?
You were scared.

---

There was another time, a few years ago, that you were terrified.
Innocent, naive, rebellious you, who thought you could escape your problems by climbing a mountain.
And you fell. You were in a new world. You were horrified.
...Only...
This wasn’t what had happened in this timeline, was it?
No. In this memory, you lived when you fell. You were taken in by a nice goat lady... Toriel.
You left and met two skeletons, a strong fish woman, a monster kid, a nervous scientist, a robot--
And in the end, you stayed Underground. You grew up Underground.
One part of this memory in particular stuck out to you, though.
A big dinner party – it must’ve been around Christmastime. There were lights everywhere, and everyone you knew was there.
You remembered that night. Bumping into Sans under the mistletoe and sneaking a kiss, watching as the monsters unwrapped the gifts you got for them... Watching Frisk’s face light up as they experienced their first happy Christmas.
You remembered Sans sneaking up behind you with a little box.
You remembered him slipping the ring on your finger.
...
This memory filled you with determination.

---

Sans.
After reliving that memory a few times, you realized that you didn’t know where Sans was. You didn’t know where anyone was. You only knew you were in this dark room. Alone.
As you began to reassess the situation, you felt yourself being pulled out of your dark room. And suddenly, you were surrounded by light. There was... an audience in front of you? You soon began to realize the arms lifting you were somewhat metallic. And, looking at the big screen behind you, showing what was being broadcast by the many cameras all around -
You realized you were just a heart. A red, cracked, misshapen heart. Like when you first died.
You’d lost your human form.
And holding you was a robot. The audience cheered as you were shown off, before the robot cleared his (nonexistent) throat to speak.
“GOOD EVENING BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES! TONIGHT, WE HAVE A REAL TREAT FOR YOU!”
The audience ooh’d and ahh’d, some even applauded. Were you the treat? You felt almost prideful, until -
“TONIGHT, I HAVE WITH ME A REAL HUMAN SOUL!”
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
“YES, YES! AND WITH THIS SEVENTH AND FINAL HUMAN SOUL -
MONSTERS WILL FINALLY BE FREED FROM THE UNDERGROUND!”
Huh? You were going to free the monsters? That didn’t sound so bad, right?
“CAN YOU HEAR ME, HUMAN?” The robot cackled, “YOUR SACRIFICE MEANS THE WORLD TO US!”
...Your sacrifice?
“YES, YES. I’M SO PLEASED THAT WE FOUND THAT PATHETIC FLOWER WITH YOUR SOUL!”
Flower? Why didn’t the flower who killed you just take your soul? He didn’t seem like he’d go down without a fight... You had a few questions, but you were mostly concerned about that “sacrifice” thing.
“WITH ALL THE HUMAN SOULS -
WE’LL BE FREE! FREE TO TAKE BACK THE WORLD FROM THE HUMANS WHO WRONGED US!”
...So was this it?
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t do anything.
Nobody you knew was anywhere in sight.
Had they forgotten about you? You weren’t sure.
...You didn’t want to accept this fate, but you had no choice.
You just had to hope for another reset.
You turned away, not wanting to see what was about to happen to you.
You silently accepted your fate. You prepared for the worst, and...
“HEY, METTATON!”
A familiar, Skeletor-esque voice came from the distance.
“PUT THE HUMAN DOWN THIS INSTANT!”

Description
Everything was so dark. So painfully, horribly dark. You couldn’t see a thing, and even if you could, you weren’t sure if you wanted to see anything.
You looked down. Nothing. No hands. No legs. No body.
You looked up. You seemed to be in a room of some sort, but you couldn’t make out everything in it.
What happened? What brought you here? You couldn’t remember. Your head (or lack thereof) hurt like when you tried to remember things from previous timelines. You remembered a voice, but that’s about it.
You hoped Frisk was alright. They had been there with you when it all went down – whatever “it” was.
Now, what was going on with you? Where had your body gone?
You were scared.

---

There was another time, a few years ago, that you were terrified.
Innocent, naive, rebellious you, who thought you could escape your problems by climbing a mountain.
And you fell. You were in a new world. You were horrified.
...Only...
This wasn’t what had happened in this timeline, was it?
No. In this memory, you lived when you fell. You were taken in by a nice goat lady... Toriel.
You left and met two skeletons, a strong fish woman, a monster kid, a nervous scientist, a robot--
And in the end, you stayed Underground. You grew up Underground.
One part of this memory in particular stuck out to you, though.
A big dinner party – it must’ve been around Christmastime. There were lights everywhere, and everyone you knew was there.
You remembered that night. Bumping into Sans under the mistletoe and sneaking a kiss, watching as the monsters unwrapped the gifts you got for them... Watching Frisk’s face light up as they experienced their first happy Christmas.
You remembered Sans sneaking up behind you with a little box.
You remembered him slipping the ring on your finger.
...
This memory filled you with determination.

---

Sans.
After reliving that memory a few times, you realized that you didn’t know where Sans was. You didn’t know where anyone was. You only knew you were in this dark room. Alone.
As you began to reassess the situation, you felt yourself being pulled out of your dark room. And suddenly, you were surrounded by light. There was... an audience in front of you? You soon began to realize the arms lifting you were somewhat metallic. And, looking at the big screen behind you, showing what was being broadcast by the many cameras all around -
You realized you were just a heart. A red, cracked, misshapen heart. Like when you first died.
You’d lost your human form.
And holding you was a robot. The audience cheered as you were shown off, before the robot cleared his (nonexistent) throat to speak.
“GOOD EVENING BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES! TONIGHT, WE HAVE A REAL TREAT FOR YOU!”
The audience ooh’d and ahh’d, some even applauded. Were you the treat? You felt almost prideful, until -
“TONIGHT, I HAVE WITH ME A REAL HUMAN SOUL!”
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
“YES, YES! AND WITH THIS SEVENTH AND FINAL HUMAN SOUL -
MONSTERS WILL FINALLY BE FREED FROM THE UNDERGROUND!”
Huh? You were going to free the monsters? That didn’t sound so bad, right?
“CAN YOU HEAR ME, HUMAN?” The robot cackled, “YOUR SACRIFICE MEANS THE WORLD TO US!”
...Your sacrifice?
“YES, YES. I’M SO PLEASED THAT WE FOUND THAT PATHETIC FLOWER WITH YOUR SOUL!”
Flower? Why didn’t the flower who killed you just take your soul? He didn’t seem like he’d go down without a fight... You had a few questions, but you were mostly concerned about that “sacrifice” thing.
“WITH ALL THE HUMAN SOULS -
WE’LL BE FREE! FREE TO TAKE BACK THE WORLD FROM THE HUMANS WHO WRONGED US!”
...So was this it?
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t do anything.
Nobody you knew was anywhere in sight.
Had they forgotten about you? You weren’t sure.
...You didn’t want to accept this fate, but you had no choice.
You just had to hope for another reset.
You turned away, not wanting to see what was about to happen to you.
You silently accepted your fate. You prepared for the worst, and...
“HEY, METTATON!”
A familiar, Skeletor-esque voice came from the distance.
“PUT THE HUMAN DOWN THIS INSTANT!”