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Frisk sat on the bed of golden flowers, looking up at the hole they had fallen down so many times. Or, maybe they only fell down once and just woke up in the flower field. Since they couldn’t actually remember falling.
With a sigh she pushed herself up off the ground, the last time had been for the happy ending, and she had just finished her conversation with Flowey. Asking her not to reset, to let everyone be happy. How many times had Asriel asked that? She was losing count of her resets.
She knew he wouldn’t remember. His mind was erased with everyone else's at the end of every true reset. She rubbed her nose and sniffed as she felt like crying. It was okay to cry though, she just fell from a very high height. That’s the reason she was crying, not the fact she kept losing her friend.
Stepping into the other room she saw Flowey in the patch of green. She took a deep breath, decided to take the hit and let him attack her this time, and stepped forward.
Sometimes, she wondered what it would be like to stay with Toriel in the ruins. But the dreams always made her feel anxious, so she never stayed longer than a few days. She loved hearing the snail facts though, and after the first day, Toriel would start telling her dumb puns. She never thought she’d love puns so much.
She knew the ruins like the back of her hand. She felt like she knew everything possible about this world. However...last reset she’d learned something. In the Judgement hall. She’d spoken to Sans, and after, she’d realized she’d forgotten something, so she’d loaded, and gone back.
Sans speech was different. He’d told her everything, just like before, but at the end...he’d asked for something. He’d given her a code, to prove she was a time traveler. Which, scared her a little, because she didn’t think anyone remembered.
So she’d loaded. And...well the codeword was just as silly as Sans. Then he’d given her the secret, secret code word. And she started to wonder if this was some big joke.
So she’d loaded again. And when she told him this one, he’d said that it was childish, and it wasn’t a secret secret code word. He’d even said that whoever told her was a dirty liar, which frustrated her, but made her giggle at the same time.
He then admitted to having a secret, secret triple secret code word, which was what she just said. Maybe he’d forgotten his own system. Or he was just being lazy and had skipped ahead a few code words.
Sans then said he was going to give her a key, which was somehow already on her keychain. But she’d given up questioning Sans. And the Annoying Dogs. She...she would rather not think about the Annoying Dogs ever again.
At first she’d wondered if it was worth it, but...she was a little curious about what was in his room. It looked like it was on fire. It wasn’t on fire, it was dark, and she’d somehow gotten lost on a treadmill.
Papyrus had come in, turning on the light. He’d mentioned that Sans liked to trick people across time and space. It made her wonder how much Sans and Papyrus knew.
Frisk searched the room once he was gone. Ignoring the nerd comment from Sans, and the icky sock pile. She found a silver key in his drawer. She knew there was a locked shed behind their house, this had to be the key.
She wasn’t sure what to expect inside. There was a strange machine, with blueprints she couldn’t read. A photo album of Sans and some people she didn’t know. He looked happier than she’d seen him before. She’d stared at the pictures for longer than she should have, and she ignored the badge. It didn’t make sense anyway.
This reset, she was going to ask Sans what all of that was. She wasn’t going to let him pun his way out of this one. She was Determined. Besides...maybe he could help.
She cried every time Toriel made her fight her. She called her mom and asked her not to fight. But every time it ended the same way.
She exited the ruins door and took a deep breath, shivering slightly from the cold. “Heya kid.” She froze and looked ahead, Sans. “Think we could talk?”
She nodded and walked over to him. He was leaning against one of the trees, just watching her. She was nervous. This had never happened before.
“What did you think of my dirt sock pile?” He asked her suddenly.
Her eyes widened before she swallowed. “You remember…”
He nodded. “Yeah, I remember every time you’ve been through her. Every time you’ve hit that reset button. Every time you broke the barrier only to-” he stopped suddenly.
Frisk was crying. “I didn’t know anyone could remember.” She sobbed. “It’s been so hard.”
Sans shifted his weight nervously. “Ah come on kid. Don’t cry. Ah jeeze. Kid...why do you keep doing this?”
She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “I’m trying to get the happy ending. I…” she shook her head. “I can make every happy but him. And he says he’s happy but it’s not fair. I don’t want to leave him down here.”
Sans watched her for a moment. “Who are you talking about kid?”
Frisk shook her head. “He asked me not to talk about him. But he knows you.”
The white in Sans eyes disappeared. “You’re talking about that flower, aren’t you? Do you know how many times he’s killed everyone here? Kid, he ain’t worth saving.”
Frisk glared at him. “Don’t say that!” She sniffed. “Don’t say that.”
He sighed. “Fine. But I’m not helping you. You’re doing this on your own.” He huffed. “Meet you at the bridge.” He walked into the woods.
Frisk took a deep breath and composed herself before she continued on her way. She didn’t like hurting Sans, but there was no other way. He didn’t understand. Maybe...maybe it would be okay to tell Sans about Asriel, as long as he promises not to tell anyone.
She went through the Underground again. Every time she tried to talk with Sans he’d take one of his shortcuts and disappear. It was getting frustrating. Even when they had their set meeting points, he’d only say what he always said. Even when she brought something else up, he’d continue with what he was saying.
She was getting upset, and just felt like resetting early. She was also tired. She might have known every attack, every ACT that she could use, but some of the attacks were random, and she didn’t have anything to eat left.
She hated dying. She didn’t like the feeling, and the fact that she could hear Asgor speaking to her when it happened. Sometimes she wondered what would happen if she wasn’t Determined enough to continue.
She saw Sans outside of MTT and sighed, she trudged over to him. “Could I get something to eat before we talk?”
He sighed. “Come on kid, follow me.” He took Frisks hand and led her down the empty alley way.
The next thing Frisk knew she was in Grillby’s. She took a deep breath and licked her lips. “I love this place.” She looked next to her and her eyes widened. Sans was gone.
One of the monsters at the bar called her over. “Hey, Sans said this was for you.” He pointed to a plate on the bar.
Frisk sighed and climbed onto the stool. At least Sans was still looking out for her.
She went through the rest of the Underground, made friends with everyone, danced and posed with Mettaton, listened to the story of Asriel and Chara, which made her cry every time, and fought Asgor. She always sobbed when she fought him.
She listened to Flowey tell her that it was always kill or be killed. Watched as he took the souls and became a very strange giant plant thing. She cried out and relaxed when the other souls heard her and listened.
This time, though, before loading. She felt like someone was watching her. There was no one around, only Flowey telling her she could get a better ending. Was there someone there? In the darkness? Could there be someone watching her?
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*Reset*