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“Just let me die…” “Oh, don’t be silly, Dr. Gaster. We both know it’s a little late for that, don’t we?” ***** He knew only pain. A thousand lifetimes of pain. There was no reality except this. Except his sins. A thousand voices screamed in with nothingness. Fragments of him? Or other hims? A thousand other selves suffering for the wrongs they’d caused. That was all he was. A culmination of mistakes and pain. You should have died with your family. He saw a thousand splintered realities. The things he’d done. The things he could have done. The things that would happen now that he wasn’t there. Time ran in cursive curls – dancing and whirling back on itself. He saw the war as he’d known it, and the war as he’d not known it. How it had been. How it could have been. How little difference he’d made. He caught glimpses of the underground – sometimes empty, sometimes teaming with life. He saw the king and queen walking with their children by the hand… and then a buckling of

Patty was sitting in her children's bedroom, telling them a story before bed time. With a smile, she finished the fairytale of the day, her voice soft. "Very soon, Snow White and the prince got married. They lived happily ever after, and they had many kids." Patty smiled when she saw that Sans and Papyrus were already sound asleep in their shared bed. It was common for Sans to fall asleep before the end of the story, but it was rare for Papyrus to fall asleep by its end, or even right after, considering how energetic he was. On the other twin bed, Frisk wasn't sleeping yet, but looked like she would soon. "What were their kids like?" - she asked with a small yawn. "Well, I don't know about all of them..." - Patty said as she sat on the edge of Frisk's bed - "...But I'm pretty sure they had a baby girl they named Frisk." "You just made this up." - Frisk replied with a soft tired giggle. "I just know anyone would want a sweet kid like you." - Patty said gently, softly stroking the

"IT'S REALLY NICE IN HERE... THE BED IS SO SOFT AND WARM. AND LOOK AT ALL THE STRIPED SHIRTS!!" "yeah... it's nice." It has been a little while. A few days passed in New Home. Gaster was mostly either in his lab, now accompanied by Alphys, or staying in Asgore's room when he could. The two brothers, Sans and Papyrus were staying in the old room of the two fallen Royal Children, Chara and Asriel Dreemurr. There were two soft beds... wardrobe full of striped shirts all very similar... lot of toys, interesting children's books. But somehow... something just didn't feel right. Somehow all this just didn't feel right, to Sans. Not just to Sans, but Papyrus either. But of course the younger skeleton would never admit that openly. Not to mention that the two of them have not even see Kale once in the three days. It just felt like their Human friend just... vanished. Without a trace. Without any explanation. But well... Kale was still in the Underground. They were forced to stay in

⚠TRIGGER WARNING!!! What you are about to read contains blood/violence. For your sake of mental well-being, please read at your own risk!!⚠ Frisk gasped as they regained consciousness after being awoken from an obscure flashback while laying on the bed of Golden flowers. They sat up and checked their surroundings, and the new area they were now in was a literal Garbage Dump. Slowly picking themselves up from the ground, their head was still throbbing, and their body was tired from all that running after that crazy fish chased them to the end of the bridge; Frisk stayed determined. The thirteen-year-old child grabbed their satchel and double-checked to see if anything had fallen out of their bag, and thankfully, all their belongings were still safe and sound. Most of the area is flooded, so they walk with their legs below the water as the young teenager carries on to the next room, where the Waterfall flows into this room and spans across the entire northern wall, and there are two