I cant tell you how many times I do True Pacifist and speed run it XD #undertale #beyourself #Truepacifist https://www.instagram.com/p/CIcQOOGhZzBfwO8sL17vWyI60-MCaxNlqv0Wpo0/?igshid=zbsurd8xwure
I will be playing Undertale but be warned. Spoilers, swearing and bad English will await you! And I’ll be really nervous about it too!
The stream will start at 10pm German time (5pm EST) but I will be online fifteen minutes before that to get a feel for everything and introduce myself.
I would be happy if people join me on my True Pacifist run!
https://www.twitch.tv/riverkaz1
Acabo de terminar UNDERTALE. Fue una experiencia que marca vidas. Increíble como un juego te puede hacer sentir tantas cosas! #undertale #truepacifist #frist
The resets had begun to wear on him. Several times, the barrier had been broken. Several times, all of monsterkind had been freed from their prison within the mountain. Several times, he could have sworn that this was it, that they had finally achieved the happiness they all deserved.
Every time, it had been reset.
They had time to live on the surface, of course. Days, weeks, maybe even months, if they were lucky. But, eventually, Sans always found himself waking up in his room back underground, memories of life on the surface as fleeting and out of reach as the fragments of a dream.
It had to stop.
There was always one thing in common between the resets; they sent him back to shortly before that kid arrived in Snowdin. They had to at least be partially to blame for all this, so the answer to his problem was obvious. He had to eliminate them.
He could kill them during their first meeting. It would be simple. They were weak and frail at that point and a single attack of his could probably wipe them from this timeline. But no, then they would still be trapped behind the barrier, waiting and waiting for their king to steal one last human soul. He would do to them as they had done to monsters; let them think they had their happy ending, then tear it away from their grasp.
Which is how Sans found himself inside Frisk’s room up on the surface, the tear in the fabric of space behind him that acted as his shortcut slowly closing back up. It was nighttime, so Sans’ eye sockets were blank, his usual white eyes gone in case the kid was still awake to see them.
Judging by the small lump under the covers on the bed, they weren’t.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Sans made his way over to the bed and just stood at the side of it, looking down at Frisk’s face. They looked so peaceful and innocent and... trusting in their sleep, as though they could never be the one behind the resets. He faltered, bony hands pausing in the air, finger bones curled in slightly in preparation for strangling them.
Sure, maybe this kid was the one who kept resetting the timeline. Maybe. But they were also definitely the one to befriend his brother and Undyne, the one to get Alphys out of her shell at least a little bit, the one who helped to finally break the barrier. They were the savior of monsterkind.
And he was planning on murdering them.
The sheer enormity of what he was about to do finally got to him and a tremor of guilt and disgust lanced through him, sending his bones clacking together noisily. The clattering made the kid stir and they groggily blinked their eyes open, making drowsy, confused noises as their tired brain tried to process what was happening.
“Wha’s going on? Sans, issat-”
They were cut off as Sans slammed his hands against their throat, wrapping his fingers tightly around the fragile flesh. Beneath his carpals, he could feel their adam’s apple bob desperately, the muscles in their throat flexing and contracting in a plea for air. The rest of their body thrashed in a futile attempt to knock him away, but the flailing kicks and punches either grazed off of him or missed him entirely. As their struggles weakened, a blue light blazed to life in his left eye, illuminating the area around them. They deserved to see the tears welling up in his eye sockets, the pained expression on his face, the way he was absolutely quaking at this point.
They deserved to know that this was killing him on the inside.
“S-sorry, kid.” He breathed out, knowing that apologizing while he was still choking them made the apology seem empty and false. “But I gotta do this. We gotta have our happy ending, same as you, okay?”
Frisk never had the chance to answer. They only grew weaker and weaker until, finally, they lay limp. Only when Sans could no longer feel the life-giving pulse beneath his bones did Sans let them go. Still shaking, still crying, he backed away slowly. He thought about how he would have to watch all of his friends find out how Frisk had died, how he would have to keep the truth behind their death to himself lest they exhibit the same revulsion towards him that he currently felt for himself.
Later. That was a thing that he had to deal with later. Now, all that was left for him was to slip away unnoticed. Raising his hand, he opened another rip in space to make his escape with. He looked back at the corpse of the kid he had protected and advised and jested with (and killed) before walking through the rift.
