I'M BAAAACK~! So I got writing motivation again, and just generally felt bad for the people who actually await updates of this story, so I forced myself to write. But anyway, here's a short chapter. It's short, but basically another Frisk breakdown (If you haven't noticed, I enjoy making characters break down a biiit too much). Enjoy!


Words and events swirled in front of me. I was floating, floating in a black void. I looked around and tried to make out what was happening around me. As I turned, I heard something. I whipped around to see who it was… no one was there. I frantically looked about to see where the sound was coming from, before pausing briefly to try and make out the words. Then suddenly... it all came back to me.

"SINCE WHEN WERE YOU THE ONE IN CONTROL?!"

"That's a wonderful idea!"

"If you think I'm going to give up on hope, you're wrong!"

"do you wanna have a bad time?"

"Do… Do you really hate me that much...?"

"I guess you… don't want to join my Fanclub?"

"BUT STILL! I BELIEVE IN YOU!"

I recognized those words, all of them… yet I couldn't place where they were from? They sounded so familiar like I'd heard them thousands of times before. As I tried to place them, the images in front of me slowly came into focus. It was me… With various weapons… Killing Monsters… With a smile on my face.

I gasped as everything came rushing back... everything… everything I had done.

I collapsed. Something compelled me to look up, so I did.

There was a memory in front of me… a very recent one.

Papyrus, lying on the ground, Flowey before him, with a twisted grin on his face.

"D I E"

I spectated as I stepped forward and slashed the Toy Knife across Flowey's stem from behind.

His face… his expression... that broken smile, frozen in place… he hadn't expected this. But I still killed him. There were hundreds of other things I could've done at that moment, and thousands of things I should've done instead of what I had. I could've stepped in front of Papyrus when Flowey attacked, I could've landed a non-lethal blow, I could've screamed for Sans' help or anyone's help at all. I could've grabbed Flowey's stem and yanked him out of the ground, I could've… I could've…

But instead, I killed him, with little to no hesitation at all, no regret, no care. I had even ridden on the high for a moment, enjoying it. I enjoyed destroying Flowey. I looked away from the repulsive memory and looked elsewhere. A… word was floating in front of me. I squinted, then reeled back when it came into focus.

LV 3

I scrambled to get away from the sight. I haven't checked my LV since I had killed Flowey.

This… this was it.

I tried to get further away from the whirlwind of memories, images of my past, but it was hopeless. I was getting sucked back in, back into my regret and guilt.

I wanted to get away from it all, to get away from all that I had done, but it was impossible then, it is impossible now, and it will forever be impossible.

I cried out for help. I just wanted a to catch a break… a break from all this… I cried out for help, for someone, anyone, to help.

BUT NOBODY CAME.


So I figured out a little update schedule. I'll try to get out an update for at least one of my stories a week. Next to be updated is going to be my Gravity Falls x Undertale fanfic, School of Wonders. Then Underself. Then back around to this. Also, have I mentioned the new cover yet? I drew it myself! Anyway- Thanks for Reading!

Thank you, KemikaWhizKali for proofreading this.