* You find a general meme for all things Undertale. It fills you with determination.
This meme is for anything and everything Undertale! Wanting to play Spoilers-chan without pissing people off? Fart around with timelines or AUs? Go nuts!
Frisk's steps echo across Home hollowly as they ever have. Despite how many times they've walked along these paths, the effect on them is always the same--an almost oppressive silence as Asgore's castle looms above, a faint uneasy feeling settling into their stomach. Frisk supposes that's just how castles are--they're the home of royalty, after all. It makes sense they would be special like that.
Stepping into the golden warmth of the Final Corridor, they let out a faint sigh. Again it's time to be judged and warned, and while the warm pride in Sans' voice means more than the skeleton probably realizes, Frisk is tired of dancing these same steps over and over. Maybe if something could just change, the resets would finally stop and they could all stay on the surface for good this time.
They reach for the save point out of habit (there are so many along here, they hardly need it), but when it activates something...flickers. Like the whole world went to static for a moment, almost like that first time fighting Flowey. Their stomach lurches and they look around in confusion, but...
It's the same. The windows are still there, and the columns casting their dark shadows across the floor. But despite the familiar surroundings they feel...uneasy. No less determined, but there's a prickly feeling on their back, like something is lurking. They don't even notice the dusty footprints left by another self as they continue on down the corridor.
Sans can't get tired of it. He isn't allowed to. But how many times... how many until it's over? Until they give up? Until he loses? Until--
Footsteps. Again.
They're coming back.
Again.
Giving up was too much to hope for. So he doesn't. He can't. There is no hoping. There's only this. The loop.
Has there been another timeline, one where the human gave up? Where they reset all the way back to the beginning? Where Sans 'won?' A hollow victory, maybe. But without it...
Nope. No time for navel-gazing. (Heh. He doesn't even have one.) Here they come.
"Hmm. That expression... that's the expression of someone who's died ten times in a row."
Frisk knows exactly how many steps it takes, precisely the point at which Sans appears in the blink of an eye. (They've tried to keep their eyes open for that moment before, but somehow they never can.) Their steps slow to a stop at just the right measure, and a small, shy smile crosses their face when he appears.
But that peace and comfort is shattered as soon as Sans speaks.
It's not just the words, it's the tone; cold, hard, distant. Like that conversation at the hotel but worse, so much worse. A cold ball of iron drops into their stomach, and the feeling of vines around their neck tightens like a noose.
"Wh-what?" Their voice is tiny, weak. Scared. Their feet feel rooted to the ground. "I--no, I haven't."
No...no, no, no, this is wrong, this is all wrong! Terror rises in their chest as Sans goes on, choking their voice to nothing and blurring their vision with tears. What happened, what could have happened to make Sans act like this?!
That last line, the zinger, it cuts deep. The quiet fears and hurts they had thought so long gone, but they were only covered by the bonds they had made in the Underground. And Sans' cruel words pierce through that thin armor into the unhealed core of their heart.
He can't mean this. He can't, something must be wrong with him!
He was the only one that ever came close to understanding!
Fear sends Frisk moving, but it's habit that sends them running to Sans himself with a whimper. MERCY, MERCY, MERCY--!
His left eye's empty socket suddenly lit up--a brilliant ring of cyan flashing in fluctuating brilliance of yellow and blue. As it flares to life, his hand whips out of his pocket, revealing it--like his face and the rest of his limbs--to be magic and bone, carpals and metacarpals and bleached-white phalanges.
So Sans has just enough time to see what's about to happen before the blue glow of the blaster engulfs the human's body.
BZOIP
What... what the fuck.
Did the kid really just run straight into the beam?
.....
....okay.
He didn't care.
The floor began to erupt with rows upon rows of emerging bones, followed by another giant, bone-white skull that materialised next to him, fully two metres high, followed by another, and another--
Frisk takes the blast full on, yelping and tumbling backward from the force--but curiously, not the damage. No Karma, no poison, just the one single damage plucked off from a far smaller pool.
What was that? They've never seen anything like that before! And how did he take his turn first?!
But there's no time to think about that, not when the ground is erupting around and beneath them. Frisk scramble to their feet and take a few measured jumps, though the speed is far faster than Papyrus had ever thrown at them. And those skulls--
They don't quite dodge the second blast, but now they have the pattern. One, two, three--it's all speed here, and Frisk has that in spades these days. And with the damage as low as it is...at least they'll be able to last. (Would have been even longer with Temmie's armor, but noooooooooooooo...)
A sudden layer of bones appeared out of the near wall, followed by more bones out of the floor and ceiling. Undulating waves of them, cutting off the human's escape route. The tiny pinprick of light that was Sans' right eye tracked Frisk's swift dodge.
"Our reports showed a massive anomaly in the timespace continuum. Timelines jumping left and right, stopping and starting..."
Frisk almost has the hang of this now. Muscle memory starts to kick in, and they pay a little more attention to what Sans is saying. But it still doesn't make sense. He already knows about the mess with timelines, why would he suddenly--
Their fault.
It feels like ice clamps down on their heart, shock and hurt and panic all rolling into one another. No, no, they don't want this, they're trying to FIX this--!
For a critical moment they freeze up and stumble from the shock and guilt. That coupled with the sudden weight of blue magic sends Frisk falling right into the brunt of a wall of bones, crying out in pain and scrambling to try and find their footing again.
Even if Frisk had the will to speak right now there's no breath to spare. Not with how grueling these attacks are, only faintly familiar to the comparatively friendly spar their duel with his brother had been. Silently, they call out for help, and from the back of their mind, a murmur comes.
* SANS 1 ATK 1 DEF * The easiest enemy. * Can only deal 1 damage.
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Stepping into the golden warmth of the Final Corridor, they let out a faint sigh. Again it's time to be judged and warned, and while the warm pride in Sans' voice means more than the skeleton probably realizes, Frisk is tired of dancing these same steps over and over. Maybe if something could just change, the resets would finally stop and they could all stay on the surface for good this time.
They reach for the save point out of habit (there are so many along here, they hardly need it), but when it activates something...flickers. Like the whole world went to static for a moment, almost like that first time fighting Flowey. Their stomach lurches and they look around in confusion, but...
It's the same. The windows are still there, and the columns casting their dark shadows across the floor. But despite the familiar surroundings they feel...uneasy. No less determined, but there's a prickly feeling on their back, like something is lurking. They don't even notice the dusty footprints left by another self as they continue on down the corridor.
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Sans can't get tired of it. He isn't allowed to. But how many times... how many until it's over? Until they give up? Until he loses? Until--
Footsteps. Again.
They're coming back.
Again.
Giving up was too much to hope for. So he doesn't. He can't. There is no hoping. There's only this. The loop.
Has there been another timeline, one where the human gave up? Where they reset all the way back to the beginning? Where Sans 'won?' A hollow victory, maybe. But without it...
Nope. No time for navel-gazing. (Heh. He doesn't even have one.) Here they come.
"Hmm. That expression... that's the expression of someone who's died ten times in a row."
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But that peace and comfort is shattered as soon as Sans speaks.
It's not just the words, it's the tone; cold, hard, distant. Like that conversation at the hotel but worse, so much worse. A cold ball of iron drops into their stomach, and the feeling of vines around their neck tightens like a noose.
"Wh-what?" Their voice is tiny, weak. Scared. Their feet feel rooted to the ground. "I--no, I haven't."
What is going on?
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Sans almost falters. Almost.
"Hey, congrats! The big one-oh! Let's invite all your friends over for a big shindig. We can have pie, and hot dogs, and..."
Something wasn't right.
"Hmmm... wait. Something's not right."
Something wasn't right.
"You don't have any friends."
Wouldn't matter soon, anyway.
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That last line, the zinger, it cuts deep. The quiet fears and hurts they had thought so long gone, but they were only covered by the bonds they had made in the Underground. And Sans' cruel words pierce through that thin armor into the unhealed core of their heart.
He can't mean this. He can't, something must be wrong with him!
He was the only one that ever came close to understanding!
Fear sends Frisk moving, but it's habit that sends them running to Sans himself with a whimper. MERCY, MERCY, MERCY--!
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So Sans has just enough time to see what's about to happen before the blue glow of the blaster engulfs the human's body.
BZOIP
What... what the fuck.
Did the kid really just run straight into the beam?
.....
....okay.
He didn't care.
The floor began to erupt with rows upon rows of emerging bones, followed by another giant, bone-white skull that materialised next to him, fully two metres high, followed by another, and another--
Die.
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What was that? They've never seen anything like that before! And how did he take his turn first?!
But there's no time to think about that, not when the ground is erupting around and beneath them. Frisk scramble to their feet and take a few measured jumps, though the speed is far faster than Papyrus had ever thrown at them. And those skulls--
They don't quite dodge the second blast, but now they have the pattern. One, two, three--it's all speed here, and Frisk has that in spades these days. And with the damage as low as it is...at least they'll be able to last. (Would have been even longer with Temmie's armor, but noooooooooooooo...)
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"Our reports showed a massive anomaly in the timespace continuum. Timelines jumping left and right, stopping and starting..."
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Ever hear of a 'glass cannon?'
But the human still wasn't attacking.
Normally they'd have swung that knife two or three times by now. And missed, of course. But--
What was their game? Trying to fake him out? Or--
"Heh heh heh... that's your fault, isn't it?"
Time for a change.
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Their fault.
It feels like ice clamps down on their heart, shock and hurt and panic all rolling into one another. No, no, they don't want this, they're trying to FIX this--!
For a critical moment they freeze up and stumble from the shock and guilt. That coupled with the sudden weight of blue magic sends Frisk falling right into the brunt of a wall of bones, crying out in pain and scrambling to try and find their footing again.
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* SANS 1 ATK 1 DEF
* The easiest enemy.
* Can only deal 1 damage.
* C̴̢̧a͘͞n̷̡͘'̢͏t̸̛͏͞ ̡̀҉͢k̵̢͘e҉͏͘͝e̶̢̕͘͠ṕ̷̧̛́ ̸̢̀͘͠d̡̛͏o̷d̡̨̨́g̢̀͏i̴҉̧n̡g̨͝͞ ̛͞͡f̛͏͘͞ò̡r̵̴̷̛é͜͟͟v̛e̛͜͠ŗ͠͏.̶̨́͘͠ ̡̛͘K̶̨͝͠ȩ́͝e̴͝p̕͞ ̡͝a͏̶̶̨͠t̶͡t̸̨͝͠a̸͟͝c̢̨k̴̵̀̕͝i̴͘͠͝͝ǹ̸̸g̨̡̡̛͝.̴̡҉
Frisk falters a moment, confused by the sudden static in their mind.
* (Chara?! What the heck was that last part?! That's not a funny joke!)
* I don't know! That wasn't me!
THE ABSOLUTE GOD OF HYPERDEATH