Their eyes widened in fear. Asriel! Frisk cried out. "No!" Then, they tried to reason shakily. "Y, you need him for your plan …"

They silently prayed for mercy. Please don't hurt Asriel! The tension was thick in the air and Frisk felt that one wrong step would most definitely lead them to their doom. Now they're starting to doubt if rushing in here without a plan except to try and talk to Chara was the smartest move.

Why would Chara even listen? This kid is a cold-blooded murderer!

As soon as they thought that, Frisk regretted it. Chara's anger at humanity was understandable. Though their actions, or future actions may be inexcusable, Frisk shouldn't give up hope here that they can be saved. Just like how Frisk was saved, Chara will be saved too!

However, hearing Frisk's desperation, the other child only threw back their head and laughed. "Not anymore, I don't! Right now, all I can think about is teaching you how unmerciful life is."

They press the knife a little harder on Asriel's neck. A trickle of blood dyed the snow-white fur.

"H, hurts …" He stammered in pain.

"STOP!" Frisk screamed, halting both Chara and Sans who had raised the bones from the ground to aim at them.

"Please don't do this …" Frisk pleads. "Asriel … Mu - Toriel … and Asgore, they all love you."

Chara's voice was as cold as ever. "Well they aren't human. Growing up, I struggled to find out why there was so much hate in this world. Then, I realised, nobody loved because nobody could. All humans are after all, inherently evil."

"That's not true!" Frisk tried their best to keep their voice steady even though they were shaking in fear. "I … thought that once too … a lot of times, actually. As an orphan …"

Sans dared not breathe. An orphan? Fortunately, Chara was still and quiet now.

"I wasn't … liked in school," Frisk's voice grew smaller. But they took a deep breath and continued. "I thought the world was a hateful place … until I fell down here.

"Here, where I experienced kindness and compassion. Here where I realised there's both good and bad in everyone. Here, where I learnt to use my voice … so that, so that I can use it to make someone's day that little bit better … and, and in doing so, experience the good in this world too."

Chara started laughing. "Well, you're wrong. I'm rotten to the core. And I'll make you regret coming here and thinking otherwise!"

They dropped Asriel to the ground and charged at Frisk. Bones came at Chara from all directions but they dodged every single one of them nimbly.

"Sans - don't hurt them!" Frisk yelped as they narrowly missed Chara's knife.

"Kid, move away! I can't hit that little freak -"

"Don't do it!" Frisk jumped to the side as the knife came down.

Chara had a manancial smile on their face as they attacked Frisk. "Oh? Not fighting back?"

"Never," they panted.

Chara's knife slashed across Frisk quickly. Although they managed to roll away, the blade still caught their sleeve and cut a thin line through. They winced and clutched their arm as they started to bleed.

"Kid -" Sans said helplessly from the side. Oh how he so badly wanted to destroy that genocidal freak, if it weren't for Frisk's darned compassion.

Asriel who had fallen to the ground, had picked himself up. Ignoring the pain in his neck, he ran over and hugged Chara from behind. "Please, stop, Chara!" He cried.

Frisk got up slowly as Chara broke free from Asriel's grasp and shoved him to the ground roughly.

"Chara, I believe there's good in you," Frisk said firmly.

"I know that's true," Asriel sat up, grimacing at the pain. "Y, you didn't … you didn't kill me, you didn't want to -"

There was shriek as Frisk jumped at Chara just as they dived onto Asriel. The two children tumbled and rolled away. Finally, Frisk managed to get Chara off them. But they did not escape unscathed. They had cuts everywhere …

"You know why I wear this sweater?" Chara laughed softly. "It's to hide all the bruises …" They roll up their sleeves revealing horrible marks and scars.

"Do you really think people capable of doing this to a small child should be forgiven?"

Frisk felt a little lightheaded, seeing Chara's injuries. But they steeled themself. "That doesn't mean all of humanity is like that."

"We'll see," said Chara as they gently threw the knife at Frisk who caught it with confusion.

"Fight me!" they scream as they jumped at Frisk, throwing punches. "Die already!"

They just want justification and proof, Frisk reasoned quickly as they attempt to duck the blows. Chara just wants me to fight back to reassure their perception on Humanity. But Frisk wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. No matter how many blows they receive, no matter what Chara says … they weren't going to fight back. And if they die by their hands? They'll just come back, over and over again.

They refuse to give up on Chara.

Chara was more than furious, they were confused … and slightly scared. Who was this human child to tell them Humanity wasn't evil? This child who also experienced that evil for themself. Chara can tell, from their tone of voice and the way they speak. It's affected their speech. But now they are telling Chara not everyone is like that?

All they ever wanted was to be loved … And now, thinking back about it, Toriel, Agore and Asriel had given them that. They weren't naive. They were compassionate. Just like this kid here …

Then, Chara mentally slapped themself. Wake up! They only love you because they don't know who you really are! No one will ever accept or forgive someone as twisted as you!

Finally, Chara pinned Frisk down and was now choking them.

Sans had enough, he aimed the bones at Chara. However, as they came towards the child, Chara flipped Frisk so that they were now under Frisk. The bones stopped just in time.

Frisk threw away the knife. "I won't fight," they said. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't care how many times you kill me but I'll come back over and over again."

"Why?!" Chara yelled in their face angrily.

"Because I believe … I'm determined that there's good in you."

Chara's eyes filled with tears as they pushed Frisk away. They run towards the knife, picked it up and distanced themself from the other human.

It was impossible to convince them to fight. Chara couldn't predict their actions based on what they thought about humans. Their fear intensified. This kid, this … kid is an anomaly. They had sensed something different about Frisk when they made physical contact. They had some kind of power … some inexplicable hold over this world. But more than that, Chara felt the kindness and compassion radiating from them. That's not possible, they thought. All humans are incapable of love, and them, themself, most of all. But Frisk, Frisk was different … Frisk was determined to believe that even Chara could be good, even after all that they've done …

"Don't touch me!" they pointed the knife shakily at them. Then, with a cry of frustration, Chara dashed past everyone and headed towards the exit.

Sans took off after them, raising bones from the ground to stop Chara's path but they managed to sidestep his attacks. Frisk and Asriel sprinted behind Sans as well, trying to catch up to them.

Everyone chased them to the CORE where Chara started to roar with laughter. "Following me? I'll show you how rotten humans can be!"

They started to slash and cut at anything or anyone standing in their way, hurting the various monsters residing in the CORE, as well as machinery there itself. Fortunately, with Sans's bones blocking their attacks, as well as Frisk and Asriel shouting for everyone to watch out and clear the way, none of the monsters had turned to dust.

As Whimsalots, Madjicks and others fell before Chara, Frisk shouted themself hoarse to stop. And although Sans was trying his best to stop them, he had to reduce his damage and frequency of attacks so that he didn't hurt the surrounding monsters or technology around them. However, that wasn't the easiest task to do seeing as this kid was somehow really slippery and nimble.

Chara knocked over several machinery, trying to hinder their pursuers and slashed certain parts of the CORE to activate lasers or destroyed buttons and knobs to deactivate others. It was mayhem and soon parts of the building were sparking off and smoking. Sounds of technology crashing, computers dying and monsters in panic, filled the corridors.

Then, the CORE started blinking red all around them as an alarm sounded.

"I think the emergency alarm has been activated!" Asriel gasps breathlessly as they continue running after Chara. "The CORE might blow at any moment!"

With a roar of outrage, Sans dropped a large bone, nearly the size of the hallway they were running through, in front of Chara, just missing them by inches. The floor cracked, and they stumbled back. Almost simultaneously, there was an explosion behind Frisk and Asriel which sent everyone flying forward. The floor all around them started to fracture and give way. Before anyone had time to react, everyone standing in the middle of the corridor was falling onto the floor below!

They all crashed amidst the rubble as debris fell around them. Frisk coughed, they had landed while grabbing hold of Asriel. Sans was a little behind them using bones to shield everyone from the falling parts.

Chara was on the floor in front of them, they had landed miraculously unhurt. They stood up just as Frisk did.

"I'm not giving up on you!" Frisk yelled as they came closer a little.

The other child pointed the knife to them. "Don't come any closer or you'll regret it!"

"Please, Chara," Frisk waved the dust away with their hands. "I know you're bitter but people here love you and they want you to get better -"

At that moment, Chara charged towards them with their raised knife. Frisk closed their eyes and stayed rooted, anticipating the pain … but it never came.

Opening their eyes, they saw Asriel standing in front of them with his arms outstretched. He was shaking ever so slightly.

"C, Chara …" he said with a small wobble in his voice. "Please don't hurt Frisk!"

Chara's knife was still raised although it was frozen and unmoving. They had stopped just in time before Asriel got hurt.

"Get away, Asriel. You know nothing!"

"I know you!" Asriel blinked back tears. "Chara, we have the same locket because we're siblings. I'll always know you and I'll always love you …"

Their grip on the weapon loosened. They had never felt like this before. Asriel's words struck some chord within their heart. It was so strange but yet so comforting at the same time. Was this what they were yearning for? Was this what love feels like?

In the end, I'm just a bitter, sad child that was led astray, aren't I? Chara shook their head in frustration. They wiped away angry tears. How could they let such a small kid affect them like this? No, they were most definitely the most corrupted, most disgusting human out there. No one will ever love a depraved child like them.

Their eyes flickered from Asriel, to Frisk, to Sans …

Frisk caught that change in line of sight and adrenaline was pumped into their blood immediately. They had already jumped before Chara said anything.

"Let's see what your determination can do now!" they howled with laughter.

A split second later, the knife had left Chara's hand and Frisk's muscles tightened with fear and dread as they moved with instinct. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

Bones that had been defying gravity just a second ago, crashed to the ground. Asriel's scream of despair pierced the air. The delirious laughter stopped abruptly.

And Frisk? Frisk just felt pain.

They had fallen to the ground as soon as the impact hit them. With a shuddering breath, they look down to see the knife in their middle as their blue sweater began to soak up blood. Willing all of their might, they pulled out the knife with an excruciating cry and cast it aside.

"FRISK!" Sans who had been standing directly behind them ran over and knelt to the ground, his hand on Frisk's shoulder who had somehow pushed themself to a kneeling position. They were shaking.

Frisk felt like their insides were about to rip themself in two simultaneously.

"You," Sans stood up. With a cold fury, he had summoned Gaster Blasters all around, each one pointing to Chara.

Frisk grabbed Sans's sleeve and pulled themself to a stand up. They clutched at their stomach. "Please … don't - don't do this …"

Gasping painfully, they limped slowly towards Chara who had their head hung low.

Then, they looked up, also trembling. "WHY did you save him?!" They shriek.

Frisk somehow pulled a gentle smile. "B, because ... I know that if I die, I'll c, come back and do this a,all over again … until you stop."

"And ... I - I know you will s, stop because deep down, y, you are capable of love."

Chara was stricken with terror. "Don't come any closer!" But their legs stood rooted to the ground. This kid, why was this kid so kind?

Frisk was now a few feet away from Chara. They reach out.

"D, don't t, touch me …" Chara trembled, voice cracking. Their actions betrayed their words as they slowly sink to the ground.

But Frisk pulled Chara in for a hug, the both of them kneeling to the ground. "I forgive you, Chara," Frisk whispered as they held on despite some weak resistance.

Chara began to sob openly. Their wails filling the building.

Then, there was a new voice, harsher, louder. "What's going on here?! Asgore was informed that the CORE was going to explode!"

"Undyne! Wait! Those are my children!" Another voice, deeper, more filled with concern.

A third voice joined in. "Y, your majesty … the - the CORE is going to blow! We need to get out of here!"

Then, Frisk began to black out. They felt their grip loosen as they fell. Chara tightened their hold and caught them. "Frisk?!"

"Frisk!"

The world is a cruel place. It is filled with hate and jealousy among other atrocities. But the world can also be kind too, even though the bad always seemed to outweigh and hide the good.

But why be fixated with only the injustice of this world? Why choose to be clouded against the miracles that happen everyday?

Somewhere out there, someone is being torn down by harsh words that cut like razors.

Somewhere out there, someone else is loved and cared for by another.

No matter how bad things get, there's always hope for a better tomorrow. Even for someone that is "corrupted" through constant exposure to the downsides of life; it doesn't mean that things will continue to be so indefinitely. Everyone has both good and bad in them, and one only has to make a choice. Just like how one can make a choice as to how they want to spend the rest of their lives too.

One should live for the good of this world, one should live for the people they care for and love.

And that's what they had resolved to do.

Opening their eyes, they felt like they had just awoken from a deep slumber. Their vision was foggy and their body felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. There was a familiar smell, like something from their childhood.

Blinking several times, their vision finally cleared. Frisk turned their head to the left as saw a small child with white fur in a green sweater, reading a book on a chair.

"A, Asriel …" they whisper.

Asriel looked up, he looked surprised and dropped the book. His eyes sparkled as the shock turned to excitement and happiness.

"Frisk! You are awake!" he ran over, kneeling beside the bed that Frisk was apparently lying in.

They smiled. "Yeah … it's good to be back. H, how long was I out?"

"One week," Asriel replied quickly. Then he stood, barely able to contain his excitement. "Oh my goodness. Mum's healing magic works wonders! I have to go tell her!"

"Wait …" Frisk said quickly as the other child turned around to leave.

"Hmm?"

"Asriel … I - I missed you."

Asriel was confused at the emotion in that sentence. But taking it to mean that they missed him after not having been able to see him for a week, he grinned back. "I missed you too!"

Then, he hurried out of the room.

Frisk was left to take in the rest of their surroundings. The place looked a lot like the room they were given in Toriel's Home but they supposed, this was in fact, Chara and Asriel's room in New Home. Then, they realised what the familiar smell was. It was Toriel's butterscotch-cinnamon pie. A plate with a half-eaten slice was on the floor, next to the chair Asriel had sat on. They supposed he had been eating it as he was reading.

A moment later, hasty footsteps were heard approaching the room.

"Oh my dear!" Toriel exclaimed as she saw Frisk. She rushed over and checked their eyes, their head and their hands. Asgore was there too and he looked surprised and happy to see them.

"Does it hurt anywhere?"

Frisk shook their head. Then, Toriel pushed back the blankets and touched their middle lightly. They were surprised to see that their sweater had been knitted perfectly back together.

"Does that hurt?"

They shook their head again. They were feeling no pain from anywhere, just a little weak and lethargic.

Toriel squealed and hugged Frisk gently. She was getting teary-eyed. "Oh, you poor dear! We were so worried!"

Asgore stood awkwardly at the frame of the door. He smiled sincerely at Frisk. "We're so happy you are awake and okay."

Toriel started sniffing. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't manage to save you …" Asgore came over and put a hand on his wife's shoulder comfortingly.

Frisk looked up at Toriel, feeling both homesick and at home at the same time. "Mu - T, Toriel … thank you for healing me."

Toriel came down and hugged them again. "Thank you for saving Asriel and Chara."

Asgore nodded in gratitude. "We never knew how much the poor child has been suffering."

"Where is Chara?" Frisk asked.

"They're …" Asgore scratched his head. "They're doing better. At first they've locked themself in their room for days. But with time, your friends, Sans and Papyrus as well as Asriel, managed to get through to them."

Then, as soon as he finished, Asriel and Chara came into the room with Papyrus trailing behind.

"Speak of the devil," Asgore chuckled.

Toriel brushed Frisk's hair back and kissed them on the forehead. "Try not to move too much, okay?" Then her gentle tone became more firm. "And no getting out of bed."

Asgore and her quickly left the room, warning the rest not to be too loud as they went.

"HUMAN!" Papyrus exclaimed immediately, causing everyone else to laugh. He came over and hugged Frisk tightly.

Then he started to cry and Frisk laughed heartily, patting him on the back.

"I am so happy you are back!" Papyrus said in between sobbing. "I don't know what I'd do without a cool friend like you!"

Asriel came over and beckoned Chara to come too. They shuffle over hesitatingly.

"Hey, Frisk," they waved.

"Hi!" Frisk replied cheerfully.

Finally, Chara smiled. A genuine, radiant smile. "Thanks for … for everything, Frisk. You gave me hope in humanity … and in myself."

Asriel linked arms with Chara and grinned enthusiastically, giving them a thumbs up. Chara gave a small laugh and jokingly pushed the other child away.

Frisk tried to sit up. It took a lot of effort though nothing was hurting. They listened to everyone make conversation and have fun.

Then, Undyne came in too, with Alphys behind her. "Heya, punk!" She greeted Frisk. "You kids really messed up the CORE the other day! Alphys had to spend a week repairing it!"

"W, well … I did it thanks to your help, Undyne …" Alphys laughed nervously.

Undyne thumped on Alphys's back hard, almost knocking her over. "Look at her, being so formal even though we're friends! It's adorable!" She chortles loudly as Alphys turned red.

Frisk chuckled too and had a good time catching up with everyone. Apparently, Chara had opened up, mostly to Asriel about their feelings while being counselled by Sans and Papyrus. Although Papyrus claims that Sans doesn't do anything and boondoggles all day which brought about another fresh bout of laughter.

Suddenly, they felt really melancholy and that's because they realised, they won't be here for long. Frisk just remembered their plan to jump timelines to save everyone.

"Someday," Asriel said with eagerness in his voice. "We'll all go to the surface and see the sunset!"

They tried to hold back tears as everyone agreed with him.

"Frisk? What's wrong?" Chara asked, noticing their struggle. "Are you in pain?"

"I …" they quickly wipe the tears away. "I'm just overcome with …"

"Children!" Toriel said disbelievingly as she came into the door. "I told you not to excite Frisk!"

She came in and adjusted the sheets and checked on all of their vital signs. After she was done, she shooed everyone away, saying that Frisk needed rest.

Then, turning to Frisk, she searched their face. "Is everything okay though?"

They nod reassuringly.

Toriel looked happy and patted their head. "That's wonderful! I'll go bring in some pie for you, I've just baked a fresh one!" Then she went out of the door again.

Frisk fought with themself. They badly want to call her back, and never let go of her, but they know they can't do that. They were leaving soon …

But they were already missing everyone so much.

Frisk sobbed quietly. They didn't want to leave them but they wanted to guarantee everyone's happiness too. They wanted this exact scene to happen in every single timeline. Asriel saved, Chara finally happy … it was perfect. And it was going to get better. Someday, they're all going to get to the Surface and it will be just like what Frisk had experienced. Monsters and humans living together in harmony again.

Mum enjoying her job as a school teacher …

Asgore trying to win back Mum by cutting out a hedge in the shape of her ...

Papyrus earning his bonus from his good work in Law Enforcement …

And so much more ...

Frisk thought of all the memories they've shared … they had come a long way but their journey wasn't over yet. They were determined to repeat this, over and over again in every single timeline with just as much compassion, with just as much love as they can give.

A part of them yearns to stay and live out the rest of their life with them though … They love and cherish everyone to bits. But if they had to sacrifice themself for everyone's ultimate happiness, they will.

Then, a voice disrupted their thoughts. "What did Grillby say when Comic Sans walked into his pub the other day?"

Frisk sniffed and giggled as they wiped away their tears. "What?"

"We don't serve your type here."

The both of them broke down laughing. Frisk sat up as Sans, who had been leaning against the doorframe, came inside the room. It was getting dark but they could just make out his silhouette.

"Need the lights on?" he asked.

Frisk shook their head. "Leave it …"

Then, Sans walked to the side of the bed. A moment later, they both of them heard a wail of dismay. It was Toriel and straining their ears, they heard her chide Asgore for not taking out the burning pie.

The both of them smiled at each other.

"So kid," Sans said, sitting down. "How are ya?"

Frisk propped themself up with the pillow. "Good."

"So those were tears of joy, huh?"

They smile sadly. "Yeah …"

"You got your happy ending after all. Asriel and Chara are saved. What more can a kid ask for, right?"

Frisk nodded and looked at Sans. "You know, you once told me you believe I can do the right thing."

Sans grinned. "I'm not wrong."

"Then …" Frisk continued. "Do you think saving other timelines would be the right thing too?"

He looked surprised. "Saving other timelines?" Then he sighed. "Remember what happened the last time you tried to do things the 'right' way?"

He had a point there. But now that their journey in this timeline has culminated into this happy resolution, it was proof that this was the "right" ending … right? So they just have to repeat it in the rest of the timelines.

"Welp," Sans said after a moment of silence. "I guess everyone has their own, different version of 'right'. In my version, you stay here and continue living with us while I consider myself lucky I don't have to regret befriending you too late."

Frisk felt their heart breaking. "Don't say that, Sans …"

"I'm glad … we're all glad to have met you, kid. So please don't leave us."

They left the bed and hugged Sans wordlessly.

"Dammit," he said softly. "Why do you have to be so altruistic?"

They cry silently on his shoulder as they let themself into the darkness. Determination had given them their ability to SAVE, RESET and REWIND. Now … Now, they had to acquire the ability to jump timelines.

Love is a funny thing. It's that fuzzy feeling of warmth that one feels when they are attached to something or someone. It's also that emotion that saved Chara from their hatred. It triumphs over bitter emotions and helped Frisk comfort Flowey in another time. Love was what enabled them to forgive their past, forgive the injustice rampant in this world. But it's also that heart-wrenching pain that pushes them to give everything up for their family and friends … Even if it means they will never be able to live out their life with them.

A faint glow of orange. It was getting brighter and brighter. Their heart tightened as the wisps of light formulated the word "JUMP".

Ahh … it hurts. It hurts so much.

"Sans, I'll miss you too …" they whisper, replying the faint voice they heard at the very beginning, before they had rewinded themself to this time.

It was so warm, so … comfortable. A few more seconds, Frisk told themself.

Then, they reach out and lightly touched the button to "JUMP". Light flared from the boxed words and they enveloped Frisk, getting brighter and brighter.

Sans hugged as tightly as possible, as if that would prevent them from leaving. A second later, he was kneeling on the floor, hugging himself.

Goodbye, kid.

It was an odd feeling when you know something that everyone else doesn't. Or rather, when you remember something that everyone else doesn't.

Sometimes, going about his day, hanging with his friends, Sans would wonder if someone was missing, even though that's impossible … right? After all, they had made sure every monster left the Underground when the barrier was broken. No one was left behind …

Perhaps Gaster was coming back to haunt him. Gaster, who had shattered across space and time. But, thinking harder, that wasn't quite it, either. There was someone else that Sans didn't manage to save from Time.

He knew that something definitely happened though. Because he can no longer see any timelines. He once mastered this ability and was able to see them all at will. Now ... now there was nothing. Sans could only see one timeline, this timeline.

It had all become a singularity.

Feeling particularly reflective that day, Sans decided to open the drawer under his desk. He had kept it locked for years. For some reason, he remembered putting something inside and locking it up with a heavy heart. That was a long time ago though, and he had never been able to bring himself to open it up … until now.

He found the key to the drawer and turned the lock with a click. The whole house suddenly sounded quieter even though it was already night-time and Papyrus was sleeping peacefully.

Sans pulled out the drawer with apprehension. Then, his eyes widened as he saw a slightly crumpled, folded-up piece of paper. He reached for it and unfolded it slowly. It was a note, and had three words on it …

I'll miss them.

A tidal wave of sorrow washed over him. What was this? Why was this feeling so familiar? He must have felt like this once before … but he can't remember when.

As he went to sleep that night, Sans had a dream. There was laughter … it came from a child. He walked around Snowdin forest, chasing the sound. Then, there it was, right in front of him. A child with brown hair wearing a striped blue sweater. They were facing away.

He could hear them crying quietly now. They were suddenly glowing and pieces of them started breaking away into the air.

Time didn't like anomalies.

Sans walked towards them slowly. He called out to them but no sound came out from his mouth.

"I did it …" the child spoke softly, still facing away from him. "I finally did it."

Then, Sans started running as more pieces started to break away.

"Thank you, Sans. For always believing in me …"

They shatter just as he reached them. He was grasping at air and light. The glow faded away and Snowdin forest disappeared into darkness. Sans started to tear.

"I'll miss you ... Frisk."

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. It's finally over. The last chapter of this fanfiction. /wipes sweat off brow

I'm happy with this ending even though it broke my heart to write it ... However, this idea of messing about with Time and its consequences was on my mind for the longest time and I had to get it out. Therefore, it inspired this fic. I wrote this with the ending already somewhat in mind; Frisk sacrificing themself for their friends. In a sense, this can be considered a happy ending since Frisk did attain all of their objectives ... yet at the same, their own safety or life was never part of the deal. I thought this idea was so beautifully sad and I hope I was able to somehow convey the complex emotions that came with this ending effectively ...

On a side note, the part regarding "they" deciding to live for those that love and care for them, that was meant to be applicable to both Frisk and Chara. In this fic, these two characters made a really interesting parallel and I thoroughly enjoyed developing it.

As for the chapter title, Beginnings, I named it as such because at the end of this chapter, Sans lets go of Frisk. This marks a new beginning, or life if you will, without the shadow of Frisk haunting him. Sans and friends finally move on.

I know I'm not the best writer out there but I sincerely thank everyone who had followed this short story from the bottom of my heart. I realise I will never do justice to these brilliant characters by Toby Fox, so I'm super grateful for everyone who stuck with me and this tale despite all my shortcomings and inadequacies.

And with that note, I'll be signing off here. Thank you and I wish everyone the strength to look ahead and stay determined for the rest of your days~~