Hello people of the internet. My name is Hero of Time Freak and this is my newest story. I hope you enjoy the dangers that are about to unfold before your eyes. The story of Frisk, the underdetermined.

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Prologue

The skeleton coughed, blood running out of the slash in his shirt. Standing over him, bloody knife in hand, thirteen year old Frisk stepped backwards, eyes shocked. Blood? What the heck? The skeleton looked up at her, and a shiver ran down Frisk's back. He wasn't looking at her with anger anymore, or hate. No… the look in his eyes was a mixture of pain and… sadness.

"So… I guess… that's it then, isn't it?" The skeleton struggled to his feet, while Frisk watched wide-eyed. But he didn't step towards her, didn't attempt to strike her again. Instead, he closed his eyes, as if accepting his fate. "Just… just don't say I didn't warn you, ok?" He turned and began to walk away from her, stepping slowly out of The Void.

Frisk just stood there, stunned, shocked, horrified. Blood… Her eyes hadn't left the blood as the skeleton spoke. The ash that covered her body began to feel heavier as well, the weight of all the lives she had taken. The obnoxious dancing robot, the courageous Undyne, the annoying but lovable Papyrus. Over a hundred runs, over a hundred failures, and somehow it was all ending… here. Dozens of years spent searching for a happy ending. And her closest friend during that time dying in front of her, by her own hand. Shame… So much shame…

"I'm going to Grillbys." Frisk heard the words, but they barely registered. Then he was gone from The Void, and she heard the words, "Papyrus, do you want anything?" Then he was gone. A moment later, Frisk felt a surge of energy and power coursing through her body. The skeleton was dead.

"Good riddance," a now all too familiar voice said, and the turned to see her companion on this nightmare mission standing next to her with a proud expression on her face. "Come Frisk, let's end this." The girl extended her hand, but Frisk stepped back defiantly. Chara looked confused, and stepped forward. "What are you doing?"

She had to get out of here. She had to escape. The horrible actions, the nightmarish scenes, slicing, ash, blood… She looked down once again at the blood splattered on her shirt, and tears came to her eyes. She was a monster. She had to run. Had to escape. Hide from Chara. Hide from herself. Hide from the truth of what she had done.

Chara's eyes widened as she realized what Frisk was about to do, and rushed towards her. "No. WAIT!"

Watching Chara approach, Frisk knew it was now or never. She was crushed, broken, defeated, but one last time she needed to do it. One last time, she needed to be determined. She set her hand to the blood and ash that covered her body. "Reset."

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Hope you enjoyed. More is to follow. If you liked my story please leave me a review to let me know. They mean a lot.