Shadows of the Past, Brightness of the Future
It felt weird, being this far disconnected from their body again. Frisk had felt this once before, many times before, during the genocide runs and any pacifist runs after, that disconnect that happened when they fell deeper and deeper under Chara’s control. It was weird because this time they gave Chara free rein. There was no struggle for dominance, or a fight at all. Frisk was angry, angry enough to turn a blind eye to their morals and teachings in order to allow Chara to go fucking ham on these people before them.
These people who were supposed to not be on the side of people who experiment and degrade living beings, but hey no one’s perfect. Especially the golden body after Chara just busted his nose. Frisk watched this with a slight twinge in disgust, it was like they weren’t even trying. Then again neither was Chara technically.
Remus was still among the group trying to stop Chara’s advances on them, and Chara knew that Frisk liked the man, had respected the man, probably still did underneath the anger currently permeating from the pacifist. So, Chara didn’t really want to do anything to potentially damage that relationship. They both knew however, if Frisk were to eject their soul from their shared body that nothing would stop Chara from her human killing rampage, and it was only the tiniest bit of Frisk that Toriel had nurtured in them that stopped them from doing just that.
They just had to stall for a bit longer, just had to hold out until the others were revived, then a break. A very needed break. Despite the stamina they had developed in the Underground, that didn’t transfer to their new body, especially after everything that happened in the Ministry earlier, they were tired, but they couldn’t let anyone know. Must not show weakness in front of the people blasting spells at you.
“Frisk, please!” Remus cried dodging a spell that Chara had deflected at the group. “We can talk about this, get Chara to stop fighting. I know you don’t want to hurt anyone here.” That caused them pause. Then Frisk took over.
Everyone took notice of this, how the red in the eyes faded back into the natural silver color, how their posture changed from one of a killer with experience, to someone who was just tired and angry. How the grip on the knife just so slightly loosened.
“I don’t want to hurt anyone here?” Frisk asked, trying to see the logic this man was grasping at. “What makes you think I don’t want to hurt anyone here. I want to hurt everyone here, besides you but even that’s starting to grow old.” They growled. They couldn’t believe him, how dare he.
“Frisk please. You don’t have to fight anymore. You already won, it’s fine.” Remus whispered, trying to calm the teenager. He put away his wand and help his hands up in a show of peace despite the complaints against those actions. “Your family is going to be fine. I’m sure Dumbledore can explain to the Ministry why they can’t harm them.”
Frisk just stared at the man, and since Chara didn’t emerge at that very moment Remus took it as a good sign and stepped closer, stopping only when Frisk took a step back.
“I have had to deal with so much just to get them back. I can’t risk that the Ministry won’t try anything Remus.”
“And you think that attacking us will show them not to harm them?” the man had a point, if only for a moment did Frisk actually think on the ramifications of their actions, but only a moment because then Chara took over. Eyes glaringly red.
“YES!” they exclaimed sounding like they were trying to talk to a child who wasn’t fully getting the explanation. “I have spent so many years with humans, and Frisk even more than I, we have both learned that the only way to get a human to listen is to show them that you will not go down without a fight.” Chara signed their grip tightening on the knife again, then they lifted their head and stared Remus down, their eyes burning with defiance. “This is my fight.” They lifted the blade higher, pointing the knife straight at Remus. “Now you can join me and guard my family, or you can go down with the people behind you. Your choice.”
Remus stared flabbergasted. This was not how tonight was supposed to go. None of this was how tonight was supposed to go. He couldn’t believe that it had come to this, no wait he could. He always knew that at some point Frisk was going to fight the Ministry and he was going to have to chose to back the child up or not, he just didn’t think it would be so soon, when their just barely 16. He sighed dropping his hands as his shoulders slumped in defeat. He opened his mouth to say something, but it seems someone else had other plans.
A bright light came from behind him and stuck the ground just in front of Frisk exploding on contact and sending the child flying into a tree. Remus covered his mouth with his hands to muffle the pain noises that were threatening to escape at the sight of one of his pack being thrown against a tree and collapsing on the ground. Someone came up from behind him and put a steading hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t want it.
“Good work distracting Malfoy, maybe werewolves are good for something after all.” The minister apparently had a way to piss off the exact people he probably shouldn’t be pissing off because the words made Remus see red. Whirling around, he grabbed the Ministers arm and gripped it tight. He heard the pained noise that came with that action but ignored it.
“Did you just fucking send a spell at Chara?” he growled. Somewhere in the back of his head as he saw the Minister’s eyes widen with fear he took note of the golden ambrosia light that reflected back at him in the mans eyes, but he did not actually care right then if his wolf was showing.
“Now, Remus” Dumbledore tried, forever trying to play peacekeeper for those who didn’t fucking need it. Remus sent a glare his way and the man stood down, though it mostly had something to do with the growl that accompanied the glare.
“How dare you hurt my cub.” Remus growled turning his gaze back to the Minister. He was about to do more than just growl when he caught a pained whimper from behind him and his course of mind immediately changed. He practically threw the Minister away from him as he rushed to the child. Frisk, he noted was in control again, tried to push themselves up by their arms, but it seemed like that move had exhausted anything left because they almost immediately collapsed again.
Luckily Remus got there just in time to catch them. He gently pulled the child off the ground and into his lap cradling them as he tried to soothe their pain with affection alone.
“Remus,” they gasped gripped on to his shirt with very little strength. “Help me stand, I need to protect the forest.”
“No, you need to be taken to the Hospital Wing.” Remus tried to stand with them in his arms, tried to carry them to safety, but once he stood, they pushed themselves out of his hold and onto the ground, this time they were able to get into a semi-standing position.
“I can’t do that. They’re not back yet, and until they are I will protect them with everything in me.” They straightened up, but soon went back to their semi-hunched over position when the pain from their back struck again. They really needed to build back up that pain tolerance they developed in the Underground. “I wasn’t there to protect them when the humans first came. I sure will be here now.” They growled, eyes flashing red once before fading. Frisk was still in control, but still they held up their arms in preparation to fight. The knife having been dropped in the explosion.
“Frisk, you can’t take anymore your already spent, and your hurt.” And they were extremely hurt, smoke residue from the black barely covered the slightly bleeding spots on their face, the dirt that stuck to them did a better effort. There was a small cut on their arm, and Remus was positive that their back was shredded. Remus took a step towards the child ready to force them to the hospital if needed when suddenly he froze.
He couldn’t really explain the feeling that came over him except it was one of pure power. Fear gripped him as he and everyone around them was bathed in this aura of authority. One that promised pain. Frisk, however, showed no reaction. Everyone else took a subtle step away from the forest almost unconsciously, Remus was shamed to admit that it even caused him to step further away from the teenager he was trying to get help. Then the music started.
It came out of nowhere, echoing throughout the forest and beyond. It sounded so dramatic, but somehow dangerous. Remus chanced a glance at Frisk but froze when he saw a giant terrifying smile upon their face.
“Oh fuck, you guys are screwed.” Then Frisk burst out laughing. It was like they cold barely contain the pure joy that had erupted from them. They had never been so happy to hear this music again. Even if it brought up somewhat traumatic memories, they still felt the sting on tears coming to their eyes as they blinked them away.
“What is happening? Malfoy, tell us now!” someone yelled, but Frisk ignored them instead choosing to turn around and stare into the forest, waiting. Several more people chimed in asking for answers, but Frisk ignored them all.
“Mr. Malfoy, please tell us what that music is.” Dumbledore asked stepping closer to the teenager, and this question Frisk did acknowledge.
They turned to face Dumbledore, and stared him dead in the eyes, and for once there was no twinkle in those eyes. “Someone who lives to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Someone who is one of the best fighters in all of the Underground.” Frisk’s face grew a smile that they could no longer contain, the pure sense of joy they felt as the music continued all around them. The same tune that used to sprout fear through all those resets, now they couldn’t get enough of it. “I’m talking about the Captain of the Fucking Royal Guard, and if this music is any indication, then you lot have pissed off the wrong fish.” Suddenly a spear came flying out of the forest barely missing frisk by a hair’s length and landing in front of the headmaster.
Frisk didn’t flinch when the spear went by them, this was one of the practices that Undyne had done with them and Papyrus. Don’t flinch from the spear and it won’t hurt you. They turned around just in time to see the woman in all her glory standing tall at the edge of the forest.
“HUMAN’S!” she roared summoning the spear back to her. “You have-” Frisk knew she was trying to be threatening, they knew that she was trying to show how angry they had made her and how much they would pay, but they couldn’t help themselves. As soon as they saw her come out of the forest, they launched themselves at her.
“Undyne!” they collided with Undyne in a hug and gripped the fish-woman with everything they had left in them. Apparently seeing one of their friends had given them enough energy to hug the living daylights of said friend. “Undyne, you’re alive, you’re okay. Undyne, you’re here.” They sobbed into her armored chest, no longer able to contain the tears. They were just so happy.
Gently hands gripped at Frisk’s shoulders, and they were pushed back a bit. Undyne looked down at the human sobbing her name with confusion. She didn’t know this human, had never met him in her life. So why did he know her name. Though something about him seemed familiar in a way. That sense of familiarity was the only think that stopped her from slaying the human who dared touch her.
“Human, do I know you?” Undyne asked, and Frisk smiled through the tears. They knew that the monsters wouldn’t immediately recognize them, maybe it was just wishful thinking, but at least she wasn’t trying to kill them. Frisk took a deep breath and then stepped back.
“Undyne, Captain of the Royal Guard, Girlfriend of the Royal Scientist, Trainer of the Great Papyrus. I am so pleased to make your acquaintance again.” Frisk proclaimed with a dramatic bow. When they peaked up through their hair at her, they only saw Undyne look more confused.
“How do you know all of that about me?”
“Because I have seen you and more. Undyne, for I am the human Frisk. The child who braved their way through the Underground and freed the monsters from their imprisonment. I have been reborn, to save you all once more.” It’s there when Frisk stops the act and stares up at Undyne shyly. “I would like to come home if I’m honest.”
Undyne had froze at the mention of Frisk’s name. No one dared utter it after their passing. How did this human even know it? It was then that she decided it did not matter how the human knew it, they were impersonating Frisk! Anger flushed through the fish-woman and before she knew what she was doing she initiated a boss fight and launched her spear at the human’s soul without even waiting her dialogue through. She stared in horror as the soul revealed to be one of bright red, the color of determination, the color of Frisk’s soul. She was even more horrified when the soul correctly dodged all of her attacks for the first turn. This couldn’t really be Frisk, had she accidentally almost impaled Frisk? Again?
The soul then started to shake, as if it was laughing before hitting the Mercy button, Undyne in shock also ended the fight and the soul went back into the human’s body.
“Undyne that is the third time you have tried to kill me or is it the fourth? We can’t keep meeting like this.” Undyne dropped to her knees in front of the human who smiled at her kindly despite her just almost killing him, no wait them. If it was Frisk, then it was them.
“Frisk is this real. Are you?” She reached out to touch Frisk stopping just inches away from the human. Not wanting to break the illusion. Frisk didn’t let her hover her hand for long because the human launched themselves again at Undyne pulling her into another hug.
It was then that Undyne snapped out of her thoughts and rose to her feet, taking the human with her as she twirled them around in glee. Frisk had retuned, they were back, they were back!
“Oh, Frisk. Wait till the other’s see you’re back they’ll be so happy.” Undyne said as she put the human back on their feet, steading them when Frisk’s balance started tilting.
Frisk opened her mouth to reply when another song replaced Undyne’s.
Frisk turned her attention to the forest once more, to see a familiar spider girl emerge.
“Well, Deary it seems like you were successful after all. Want a free cookie?” Muffet smiled as she approached the pair. Frisk returned the smile with glee.
“It’s so good to see you again Muffet. Thank you for taking care of everyone while I was getting the bosses back.”
“It was no problem, Frisk. Besides think of all the money Asgore will have to own me for taking care of his citizens. I’ll get him to buy everything at my bake sale.” Muffet then turned to Undyne, her song fading out. She really had no intention of attacking; she just didn’t want to be left out. “By the way Undyne, who else had been freed so far?”
Undyne looked sheepish, rubbing the back of her head and turning away from them a blush on her face. “Well, MK was out when I got freed, I uh. I didn’t stay around long enough to see who they were working on next.” She turned back to them, her spear appearing once more as she remembered why she was there in the first place. “The man said that the humans were trying to attack us again, so I rushed out here to fight them all.”
“Well, they were, and I was fending them off, until they blew me up.” Frisk explained throwing a hateful look over their shoulder.
The explanation angered Undyne. “YOU BLEW UP FRISK!” she yelled pointing her spear at the group of humans, all of which tried to subtly point at the Minister when he wasn’t looking. Frisk couldn’t help but giggle at that. It was so weird how humans will turn on each other in situations likes these. They had a moment of realization for a second that they were in fact human themselves, but then waved that thought away because, no they weren’t human, not really. Spending all that time in the Underground does things to your soul.
A fireball then decided to appear heading straight at the Minister, another one following it. The Minister had no forewarning, so he didn’t have enough reflexes to move out of the way or even shield himself. No, Kingsley send out a shield to the Minister unfortunately blocking both fireballs.
“Who sent that?!” the minister screamed in panic. “Was it you?” he then decided to do the stupidest thing a human in this particular situation could do and point the blame at Frisk. Now this was a stupid move on several accounts, one: Undyne was there, two: the fireballs came from the forest, and three: the King and Queen of the Underground chose that exact moment to step out of the shadows the trees were giving them and into the light of the moon.
“No, it was not my child.” Toriel replied with all her regal grace. She stood tall over the Minister and everyone else, Asgore by her side his trusty trident in hand. If you didn’t know that they were still in the middle of a messy divorce one would think that they showed a picture-perfect royal couple. “You are my child right; I didn’t hear that wrong?” Toriel never took her eyes off the potential threat in front of her as she addressed Frisk, and Frisk was glad for that, they didn’t want Toriel to see them crying.
“Mom.” Frisk cried out, covering their mouth in an attempt to stifle the sobs escaping them. “Dad.” She saw the way they both froze for a moment before smiling, their shoulders slouching ever so slightly. It was as if a wave of relief had blown through them at that single confirmation. Then they squared their shoulders in unison and faced down the enemy before them.
“You humans, you dare injure my child.” Toriel sneered, for the first time that Frisk could remember the woman who was always preaching about peace and pacifism looked down on these humans as if they were nothing more than a stain upon her dress.
“That and the face that you stole our souls is not something that can be taken lightly. Frisk is our child, and we do not take threats against our children lightly.” Asgore growled, dropping the nice king act, that he never really showed anyone other than the members of the Underground. Frisk was pretty sure that he was kind-hearted at the very soul it was just that the loss of both Chara and Asriel had twisted him somehow, that and the fact that his wife left him to go live in some ruins, and he had an issue with trying to free his captured people, and the fact that random humans kept falling down a hole in a mountain, and-. Wow Asgore had a lot to deal with, the man should not be sane. Frisk tried not to think about the fact that said wife stole one of the children’s corpse to stick at the bottom of that hole. Chara snickered in their shared mind.
Frisk watched as their parents raised a single hand in unison and fire erupted at their fingertips. They watched as the humans grouped together in an effort to form a decent battle arrangement at the impending fight. She watching as Undyne made her way over to stand by the king, and as Muffet summoned her spiders with a slight smirk on her face when she noticed the red headed boy flinch at the sight of them. Frisk watched all of this and felt conflicted. On one hand the Minister probably deserved the ass whopping he was going to get, but the others didn’t, technically.
Frisk signed, and Chara groaned in disappointment in their head. They couldn’t really let the monsters kill the humans; it wouldn’t end well for anyone. Especially if they killed the important figures like the boy who lived who was still fucking there, and Dumbledore I’m so important because I fought my lover. They went to stop the fight when suddenly a hand grabbed their shoulder.
“Excuse me Darling, is this where the fight is supposed to be?” A robotic voice whispered into their ear. Followed by a quiet stuttering behind them.
“M-mettaton, You, you can’t go grabbing at humans like that.” Alphys hissed at the robot.
“It’s alright Alphys I know how he can be.” Frisk smirked turning around to face the stunned yellow dinosaur. Alphys took a step back her eyes flickering from Mettaton to Frisk and then back again. She kept opening her mouth and closing it as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know what or how to.
“Oh? You know me?” Mettaton hummed curiously, he then leaned down to inspect the human before him. Frisk watched as Mettaton’s eyes narrowed, while he looked them over, finding nothing familiar about the human. Yet, the human said that they knew him. Curious. Mettaton resumed his stand position and stared Frisk down. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.” He then turned away from the human and started making dramatic steps towards the fight, which had somehow started while Frisk was busy. “I normally like humans, but recent events haven’t really leaned me in their favor you see, so I’m afraid that I cannot entertain you today little fan.”
“Aw, but I was hoping to have another glamour off with you, it was so much fun last time, even if you were trying to kill me.” Frisk called back at the robot making him freeze. They knew they had his attention then. They then turned to Alphys who was eying them. “Hey Alphys, I’m going to need another one of those cell phones I don’t think reincarnation brings back my devices.” The think about Alphys that Frisk had noticed was that unlike the rest of the monster’s she wasn’t necessarily wary of humans, she took time to study them and assess their character before acting. She always had. So it was no surprise that she was the first one to notice what jacket Frisk was wearing.
“Is that San’s jacket?” she whispered almost to herself. Her eyes widening.
“Well, yeah. The bone head went and got himself statued I needed something to remind me why I was searching for so long.” Frisk put their hands in the jacket’s pockets pulling it closer to their person. “I mean it’s not the same as making me look though an inked telescope, but I think he’ll be surprised when he wakes up and its missing. Think I got him this time?”
Frisk watched as Alphys mouthed the words ‘inked telescope to herself’ knowing that she still wasn’t quite picking up on the hints that Frisk was handing out like candy. Mostly because, they believe anyways, that the monster’s thought that they were gone. Only few remembered the resets anyways.
“Oh, come on, I become to best wing-person ever, help you hook up with the love of your life, free you all from the Underground, and I don’t even get a hug from my favorite Royal Scientist, talk about rude.” Frisk huffed, pouting and turning away. Only to come face to face with Mettaton. Who had moved closer to them while they were talking with Alphys.
Mettaton was right in their face, and they didn’t really know what to do about it. They knew that he had little to no concept of personal space, but this was weird. Mostly because he wasn’t even blinking, just kind of staring at them slack-jawed.
“Frisk?” Mettaton whispered and Frisk smirked.
“Who else, hot stuff.” Frisk flirted back. The words didn’t come out as smooth as they would have liked the ending coming out a bit scratchy. Frisk suddenly realized that this was the most they had talked in a long while, these few conversation that they had. Chara yelling at the idiots in the Ministry, and Frisk yelling at the Order of the Phoenix had been the most that their poor body had spoken since Frisk was still Draco and their father had made them socialize for standings.
Frisk was suddenly engulfed in the arms of the robot as he lifted them off the ground and into a squeezing bear hug.
“Oh, Darling. It is so good to see you again.” He put Frisk back on the group and gave them a once over. “Even if you are wearing that skeleton’s tacky jacket. I have to say I like the blond though.” He reached out and ruffled Frisk’s hair.
“Thanks, I was born with it.” Frisk whined trying to bat Mettaton’s hand away. It wasn’t working. “Hey Mettaton, you think you can use your charm to stop the tiny war that’s going on over there.” They pointed over to the fight that had in fact turned into a miniature war. Both sides were going ham on each other, but no one was really dying. Frisk guessed that the monster’s were holding back.
“Sure thing, Darling. Anything for my favorite human.” He gave them a wink and then walked over to the fight. Frisk watched him sashay away and then turned back to Alphys their face serious.
“I’m going to need you to work on a barrier.”
“W-what, Frisk. Why do we need another barrier?” Alphys stuttered out, taking a step back, she didn’t know what to say. Frisk’s request was suddenly out of nowhere.
“Because the humans, specially these humans, are going to keep coming and attacking them. We need a way to keep the humans out.” They paused seeing the look of horror come over Alphys’ face and they rethought their statement. Realizing what it was that freaked her out a little too late. “Hold on. I’m not trying to trap them again.” Frisk rushed out. “I just want to humans not to be able to get through. Monsters can come and go as they please.”
Alphys sighed in relief. “Oh, okay. I can work on it. W-well. At least I think I can. I’m not too sure how successful I will be, but I have always been better with machines than magic anyways. Plus-” Frisk cut her off before she could go into full rant mode. They put their hands on her shoulders and gave her a comforting smile when she looked at them.
“Alphys, I know you can do it. I don’t know anyone else to ask in the first place. You got this!” they cheered, feeling better when Alphys gave them her own smile.
“Okay. I’ll go start the research right now.” Alphys nodded and turned to run back to New New Home. She stopped at the edge but didn’t turn around. “I don’t know if you’re really Frisk, the ruling isn’t out until the judge sees you, but if you’re not who you say you are you can believe that he won’t hesitate with you taking their name.” Then she was gone.
Frisk paused, her words causing them to think. Sans was someone that you didn’t really want to get on his bad side. He specially only had one thing that ticked him off though. You can take away as many people as you want in a genocide run, but Papyrus is what causes him to take action. Similarly, you can only kill Papyrus and he’ll still judge you, but he wont attack. He was a strange Monster in the underground. They didn’t know how much had changed since they last saw him, but it seems like he learned to stop waiting and watching, but he was still hiding his true powers.
If what Alphys said was true and Frisk wasn’t who they said they were, in another universe where someone was just saying they were Frisk, then Sans would give up on staying hidden and go all out. Strangely that thought did not bring any type of worry or fear, it only brought pride and affection. They had never thought that they would reach that level in Sans’ mind, they didn’t really think that anyone could. It was nice, knowing that such a powerful being cared so much.
It was a large explosion sounding behind them that drew their attention back to the fight. Everyone looked recked. Some were barely standing, with the Monsters looked the most well off, but in the center between the two groups stood Remus, having just taken a blast for Undyne it seemed.
“Human! Do not pretend to side with us now. Take your defeat like a warrior!” Undyne growled and raised her spear to attack and then threw it forward Frisk didn’t think, just dashed forward, and threw themselves in between the spear and Remus. They saw as the spear headed towards them Undyne’s eyes widening in horror as the spear headed towards Frisk. She reached out to call it back, but the spear had already left her hand and she couldn’t call it back once in motion.
Frisk had seen death before; they knew what to expect. So, they didn’t close their eyes, instead they faced it head on and stared the spear down. It was all the more a shock when a bone glowing bright blue erupted from the ground and blocked the spear from hitting them.
“Remus!” Sirius called running over to the werewolf and passed the frozen Frisk who was staring at the bone. They felt a soft nudge at their ankle and looked down to see Flowey gazing up at them looking concerned. They tried to give him a reassuring smile but could see it didn’t really work.
“HUMAN!” a deep voice growled. Suddenly everything felt too soon. They didn’t know what to do, it was too soon. They were supposed to be able to face him on their own time. He wasn’t supposed to be here now, not when it looked strangely incriminating that they were saving a human! A blue glow overtook Frisk’s body and they started to float. They tried to calm their breathing, but nothing was working. This was too soon, they couldn’t face him now, please.
Frisk was lowered to the ground in front of two skeletal legs where they eventually felt their legs give out, but they didn’t take their eyes off the ground. Too soon, too much too soon. It was only when another smaller bone shot up out of the ground right next to them that they finally looked up. They swallowed as they stared into the dark pits that were Sans’ hollowed eye sockets. He was angry.
Frisk opened their mouth to talk to him, but nothing came out. They just sat there gaping at Sans before them. “I Heard you that you are the one calling yourself Frisk.” Sans spoke in that quiet tone that he had used on their first date, the one that had always terrified them more than anything else. It was unnerving to hear him use it now, on them again. “Why?”
Frisk knew the question he was asking wasn’t really why they were calling themselves Frisk. It was why shouldn’t he kill them right there right now. He didn’t believe them, of course he wouldn’t because they looked nothing like Frisk. They had blond hair now, they were in a male appearing body instead of the more feminine one they had as a child. They weren’t also giving themselves anything to work with by not saying anything!
Frisk wanted to cry. They wanted to laugh. They wanted to do anything other than sit there and gape at the one person who they risked everything for. They could say that they did this for their family or because it was the right thing to do all they wanted, but deep-down Frisk knew it was because of Sans. How could it not be, he was the only person, besides Flowey but he doesn’t really count because he is also an anomaly, that knew of the resets. That kept the charade going even after growing tired of it for too long. The resets had broken Sans and although he didn’t have a perfect recollection of them, he knew enough. Besides who would remember every reset when the universe was handing them out to kids like candy?
Frisk closed their mouth and swallowed again and then tried again. Truly they wanted to explain, but they didn’t know how. They had to give Sans something that would work as concrete evidence that they were Frisk, something that couldn’t be substantial, something that the both of them would know for sure. They couldn’t use his room because it was in a house that Papyrus too lived in and that wasn’t good enough. They couldn’t use his powers or explaining what abilities that he had because his brother shared the exact same ability, although he didn’t use the Gaster Blasters. They couldn’t even use the resets because Flowey remembered them too.
Their stare retuned to the ground as they tried to think of something, anything that would stop Sans’ from potentially resetting everything. They didn’t know if they had set a save point. They couldn’t remember. Everything was too much. They had to hurry. So, with a shaking body and a heavy heard Frisk blurted out the first thing that came to them.
“It’s a beautiful day outside, the birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you…” they lifted their gaze to stare into Sans’ slightly widening sockets. “Should be burning in hell.” Megalovania began to play.