Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale. This will be the only disclaimer for the whole story; it applies to each chapter.

A.N. Another Undertale fic, sorry guys. I started writing it and couldn't stop. The story is done, completely. It won't change, and I won't give spoilers, and for that I apologize at the grief it may cause. You will probably cry. More than once. I did, writing it. But if you have the DETERMINATION to see it through.. you will feel rewarded.

I will update once a day, and I'm still sorting out when chapters start and end- It's really one big blurb at the moment.

So WARNING: There will be various warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Some chapters may have triggers. This one is suicide.

Prologue: Soul Shatters

Frisk woke slowly, her soul aching at the thought of another reset. The last hundreds resets had been hell.. especially the recent one. She lay there, and she prayed, and remembered.

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Another lifetime of killing them all, another painful lifetime where she'd fought with your best friend at the end of it..the one she loved. She was so damned tired of it all. She wasn't a kid again, not really. She had lived hundreds of years by now.. she wasn't even sure she was worthy of the title of person anymore.

It didn't really end at the Underground, afterall. That demon who lived in her body didn't let her rest there. She killed, and killed and killed. There was nothing left. She was unable to be killed herself, and she would load saves to kill over and over. Nothing lived, except maybe a hardy bugs and fish at these ends.

She didn't stop with the knife anymore, Frisk remembered, the demon would go onto other weapons. And while blood never really satisfied that demon anymore, nuclear winters did. That ash was so beautiful..

Frisk never wanted to see it again. On the last run that demon realized that Frisk's despair was fading. Frisk was becoming numb to the horrors.. the demon couldn't have that. So in the hall of judgement, just as the fight started, she gave Frisk control back.

Her eyes warm hazel again, she looked at her hands, watching them shake as she dropped the knife.

DustdustdustBLOODBLOODBLOOD

And she shrieked. "Getoutofmegetoutofme," Frisk babbled, scratching at her skin manically, the blood rivelets dripping down her arms.

The flash of movement near her startled her, falling to the side. A bone swung past her, with deadened, hopeless, furious eyes. Frisk knew she had done this. She wasn't strong enough to fight past that demon, and everyone paid. Yet, she selfishly begged.

"Sans, help, its i-" she was not able to finish as another wave battered against her. The curseful LOVE that had been gathered allowed her to survive the blow.

"why would i ever help a filthy demon like you?" Sans snarled, the grin on his face looking mad. There was light back in his eyes.. it was angry, but it wasn't dead. Frisk was glad.

"I'm sorry, S-" another wave of bones battered her.

"Pl-" another wave of bones battered her.

The laughing in her head grew, and she realized she didn't have much time before the demon took her control away, and Frisk couldn't look at Sans anymore.

"You'll never forgive me, huh?" she mumbled.

"nope," Sans said, gleefully surrounding Frisk with bones.

Frisk could feel Chara slipping back, even as she thought the name. Chara would dodge, and kill her best friend again. Frisk grabbed the knife, and Sans stood there, hand raised. He watched as the faux-child looked at the knife with blank eyes.

It looked like she was unsure how to hold it- turning it over in her hand. Then Frisk made some reverse grip, and with a great motion..

..drove it into her stomach. Her body arched backwards in pain, as she fell backwards. Sans continued to hold his arm up, but his fingers twitched, as if unsure. Frisk raised her hand from her stomach, and seeing the stomach fluids among the blood, closed her eyes frustratedly. She had missed her heart.

She had seen the demon inflict this kind of wound before. It was slow, an agonizing- one of her favorite stab wounds on humans, almost as fantastic as killing everyone Frisk loved over and over again.

Chara was going to take control again, and eat the pie she had been saving to torment Asgore with. For dramatic effect she had smothered it in Toriel's ashes... With a painful gasp, she rolled over onto her side and looked up at Sans with a pitiful look on her face.

"S-sans.." she choked out. "C-cut off my arms and legs. She going to take my body again and I won't let her hurt you again."

The blue light faded from Sans eyes, and the bones clattered around her.

"..what?"

"Please Sans! Hurry! Just.. don't kill me," she trailed off. "Cautarize the limb wounds, and let me bleed out from my own injury. It might stop this!"

The light in his eyes glowed and faded as his expressions slipped between agony and delight. Delight covered his face at last, maddened, as he slashed her arms off, using his magic to sear the wounds closed.

Frisk bit through her lip, trying not to scream. It hurt, it really hurt. Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked up at Sans and saw none of her Sans left. So she said the only thing she could.

"Thank you," she sobbed. She couldn't even sign I love you to him now, like she had done in the first lifetime, before he built herself up enough to talk. So as the red glow started slipping up her eyes from the bottom, she said her final words.

"I miss you a skele-ton," Frisk told Sans, her eyes starting to slip from her natural brown. "I lov-" and the glow was fully there, and Frisk was shoved away again.

"HAHAHAHA!" Chara cackled madly. "YOU THINK YOU'VE STOPPED ME, FRISK?!" Usually Chara talked to her mentally, but Chara's glee at this agony made her slip. "I'LL DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! YOU WILL NEVER STOP!"

An unholy screech left Frisk, and one eye was red, and the other was brown. "No!" Frisk screamed. "I won't let you!"

"YOU CAN'T STOP ME!" Chara cackled.

"I WILL!" Frisk promised. "I WON'T LET THEM DOWN AGAIN!"

The world was flood with red, as Frisk's DETERMINATION came back, shoving and pushing at Chara's essence. And for the first time, Frisk grabbed control. For the first time, Frisk reset.