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Epilogue

Sans did not expect the turn of events in how everything came like this. From one moment his life was normal; he had work, an awesome big brother and a cute adopted dog..until that thing came.

He truly does not understand how his life just turn upside down in moment. Was it because of his sad excuse of his laziness or was it because of his karma that is catching up to him now?'

None of this made sense to him. His standing in his judgement hall within the hidden church's basement, waiting for that twisted creature of tulpa coming to get him. Oh, he knows what is going to happen, he fights and eventually dies in the end as the whole world goes to oblivion after it absorbs his soul and the mass-murderer would reset the universe because of its own sick amusement, what a world he lives in.

He been spying the thing, watching it from a safe distance as the creature mercilessly butcher and taunt innocents that were unfortunate enough to be in its path, including his friends. Everyone he loves and cares about is dead, including..his cute corgi.

Sans swears that demon shall pay for murdering his friends and dog, there is no turning back; he already rang the church bell and Sans can sense the thing casually approaching him in the far distance of this place.

It is time to stand up for what is right and break his promise once again. For he is brave enough to fight until the very end, whether he likes it or not; the world is about to end; well as try his best to delay the inevitable.

His here, Sans thought with grimace as he looked at it in front of his very own eyes. Better just get to the point than continue his pointless rambling.

"How can you keep your head high after everything you have done? You stole a gift in what they called life. So now, if you take another step forward, prepare for living hell."

Chapter 1

Frisk woke up in gasp as he stands up from the grass, observing around his surroundings in a state of confusion. "Where am I," he questionably asked himself, before noticing a giant axe that was lying beside him.

"Woah, where this came big thing came from?" Frisk held the axe, ignoring the fact that he was able to easily lift it so easily as if he had wielded the weapon before. "Strange, this thing is familiar to me," he gave it a few swings until the moment he got bored.

"This is boring," Frisk complained, his voice distorting and cracking from his own words. "Perhaps there is someone here that can help me?" His sentence was soon cut short as a soulless pack of five shadows tulpas taking the form of wolf erupted from the forest around, growling at him as they circled the boy.

"S-stay back!" Despite Frisk efforts in shooing them, it instead did the opposite. The beasts rushed at their prey without mercy or hesitation; tearing the boy from limb to limb.

He screamed for help, but his cries of please were silent. His body lay on the ground as his green blood splattered all over the grass as the beasts continued their meal. The pain was inevitable, he could not do anything.

Frisk tried his best to ignore the pain, but the sounds of his flesh being torn off and regenerating back is making a toll on both his physical and mental endurance simultaneously.

However, he noticed something from the starry night, laying there as he was being eaten by ravenous soulless beasts. A familiar, sparkling yellow star was emitting itself in the cold atmosphere of this world. Star that he his feelings and memories begin to erupt within his mind and soul.

As the tortured Frisk understood his situation, so who he was.

He jumped out of the pack, causing his arms and legs to be torn apart once more from their mouths, but it does not matter. No, he wants to butcher them. Not out of revenge but satisfaction as his limbs immediately regenerated after landing on the ground, including his HP.

"Bad doggies, is that how you greet a new friend," Frisk taunted them with sarcastic remark, enraging them further as they bravely charge at their prey once more. "Come and get some free meat!"

The first soulless wolf jumped onto him with a wide mouth before his jaws were ripped apart by the hands of Frisk, causing the rest of the five remaining beasts to stand in shock and wary from the sudden turn of events.

"Now, why would I need a weapon when I can use my hands instead? Do you not agree, friends?" The foolish pack member who attacked him first had begun to dissipate from reality, causing the other beasts to roar in acceptance of his challenge.

"That is what I am talking about! Come on, give me some LOVE," each of them jumped at him in four corners, forcing Frisk to crouch before driving his fists into two beasts' hearts, instantly killing them before they also dissipate.

The remaining two beasts growled at him before one of them tried to escape, while the other charged at Frisk before being ripped to shreds like the rest of its fallen brothers or sisters.

"Oh, you precious little shit. I cannot let you leave like that," Frisk casually goes to his motionlessly giant axe on the floor, picking it before expressing a morbid smile.

He ran to the surviving wolf across the trees before the beast saw a flash of light and electricity from its own corner of its eyes before being cleaved into halved; expressing a display of confusion and shock as its body disappointed from the world just like dead pack members.

"Hmm?" Frisk noticed something interesting, he just leveled up to four as he checked on his stats, he also realized something rather amazing.

"HP, ATK, DEF, EXP and LOVE; the five things that is music to my ears," he was delighted, very happy at this revelation as he looks up at the stars before expressing his words, "I realize how meaningless this world is; for there is nothing special about being born. Not a simple thing. The universe is just death, nothing more and nothing less. In this universe of mine, the birth of a new life in some corner of our world is nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash among the lonely and heartless stars of the cosmos." He paused his sentence as he stared at his beloved axe, its blade gloriously shining from the moonlight above.

"That is right," he told himself before continuing, "this world lacks LOVE. It is no wonder why the universe is such a cold and deserted place for everyone to be in. But it is not fair for these people to have empty hearts without me showing them," multiple mouths with sharp and rotting teeth morphed out of his head as they form menacingly smile.

"I need to show this world the true meaning of LOVE, a place where they can happily see FEAR before the end of their pitiful existence as I bring my giant axe to their necks," Frisk laughed as his distorting voice echoed across the woods, causing the birds and small mammals to flee In fear from him.

Without any hesitation, Frisk madly swing his giant axe around; slicing and dicing the trees nearby in a crazy manner. "LOVE, FEAR, LOVE, FEAR," he continued his mad display as the air around them became denser and sounds of living animals went to silence.

Frisk stopped with grinning mouths around his face as he proudly observed the destruction he caused before tossing his weapon aside as he rose his own arms in the sky with insanity coursing through his eyes as laughter erupted once more before proclaiming his speech to the heavens above.

"I want to have all the LOVE in this broken world! I want to have all the FEAR from the deaths of my axe! And lastly," he paused for a few seconds, his eyes glued on the same yellow sparkling star the seen from earlier before delivering a cold and calm declaration, "to see this world crumbled into nothingness."

Chapter 2

It was a few hours of mindlessly walking, none much happened for Frisk. He saw glimpses of monsters and humans fleeing away from him by the moment they saw Frisk.

Of course, as a bloodthirsty megalomaniac like himself; Frisk hunted them down like rapid dogs they were. From every EXP he gained, his LOVE grew; so do his stats as his need to grow more power made him much more hungry for something or someone to kill to sooth his need for LOVE.

Most of Frisk's attacks on his helpless victims were monsters or humans who could not even fight back. While, some tried but they all ended by his beloved axe. However, one victim he became interested in was no other than a monster kid.

From his distance in the shadows, was an humanoid orange dinosaur with no hands and two other grown monsters that are similar to the kid's appearance; presumably the kid's parents in what Frisk had believed. On the other hand, the monster trio were stargazing into the heavenly sky, unaware that their doom was coming as they continuously stared at the heavens while lying on the comfy grass.

"I could just kill them," Frisk quietly hummed before continuing his rain of thoughts, "But where is the fun of that?" There is no enjoyment of plain old killing. He needs something more, fresh and new.

Then an idea came into his mind, "Oh, that would be wonderful to see," the plan of butchering his parents before the monster kid even knew what was about to happen would be hilarious to see!

Frisk waited, and waited for another hour until the monster kid approached their parents about something before leaving the spot as the kid headed to random direction of the forest. "Excellent," Frisk mouths form a wicked smile, "Time to meet my new friends =)"

****

John and his wife had monster kid after they were married. He does not know what to do after the time that their child developed depression due to being arm less like themselves. They tried to cheer the kid up, but the kid did not listen. The father tried and tried his very best to do something, but no matter what he did; their child decided to stay in their room all day, turning from once happy and friendly boy to depressed, and lonely monster kid.

"John," a feminine and worried voice whisper near him. It was John's wife, her pink sweater and glasses staring at him with an expression of concern.

Her face says it all. "What is it honey," the husband asked with a tone of uncertainty in his own voice as he turned his head to look at her.

"It Is just that," she paused for a few seconds before continuing, "you have been working furiously to have future of our child and to see you like this always stressed and worried, really breaks my heart."

John sighs before responding back, "Sorry, it is just that I missed the day we were a happy family," the response made his wife smile as she, in return, told him with hopeful words.

"Of course John. Do you not see that our child is finally going out with us? Are you not happy at this moment that he had the encouragement to head outside from his room in the very time of his life?"

The wife was right, John could see the wonderful beginning of their child developing to have a better future. Perhaps he was wrong after all. "You are right honey, I see it now. Our kid is actually growing as a person. It takes steps but to see him outside in the house and his room was the biggest achievement we ever done!"

"Yes, and I love you for that," the wife announced with heartily message, causing the husband to say in return.

"I love-" but John's words were cut short after the arrival of something..horrifying around them as fear began to overwhelm them in a sudden twist of events.

The couple stood up, their expression of fear began to show themselves as their bodies tremble from the overwhelming feeling they are experiencing from.

His wife was about to say something until a flying axe came out of nowhere and destroyed her head, splattering dust covered around them as the axe landed on a nearby tree.

"OH MY GOD," John screamed on top of the heavens, his voice cracking as tears flow down from his eyes. "NO, THIS CANNOT BE REAL! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

A whistle erupted from behind John, but he did not care. The husband was too focused on rambling to himself over his wife as he knelt near her corpse.

"Bohoho," Frisk mock with his distorting voice. It was rather pathetic to see the husband crying over good of nothing corpse made of dust. Suffice to say, this was entertaining for him.

Frisk tightly grabbed the man's shoulder in a fake display of compassion, his words continuing to hurt the man. "You are an useless piece of garbage who cannot do anything but cry and cry like the sad bitch you are."

John ignored him, his tears continuously falling down as he incoherently mumbled toward his dead wife.

The man had lost his mind, a thought that made Frisk happy. He finally felt something more freshening and new from his old killing habits. "Kill yourself, she is waiting up in the sky; calling her poor husband to join~"

"Y-you! YOU MONSTER!" John stood up before turning in motion to stare at his killer; his own teary eyes were filled with rage. "YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME," the poor man screamed at him with rage never seen before, but Frisk was unfazed.

"Took her away from you? Do you not realize that you could not even save your own wife from someone like me?" Frisk words enter into John's mind, affecting him both emotional and spirituality altogether.

"B-but you-" John's response was cut short by Frisk statement.

"She is gone, just like your son," the words coming from Frisk distorting voice had finally destroyed any remnants of the man's sanity as John eyes slowly become dulled and unresponsive after hearing the news.

"So it was all your fault."

Chapter 3

Monster kid was glad that his parents allowed him to explore the woods, especially on a beautiful night like this. Although, they told him not to go far, like he would such a thing.

"I think I should return to my parents, the woods here are pretty scary," Monster kid told himself as he headed back to his direction. "Just walk back to where you went," he whispered to himself with slight pause before continuing, "I am not an idiot who forgotten where I went," he mumbled at his questioning stupidity.

However, he remembered the echoing scream that pierced across the forest, but the monster kid believed it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Oh how wrong he was after he finally headed back to his parents.

Instead of his parents greeting him with worry and concern, what monster kid saw will forever scarred his soul.

The once beautiful green grass was splattered with dust, where in the corner of the kid's eyes is his mother's corpse, her head exploded from some unknown force. On the other hand, his father was repeating bashing his head on the grass while mumbling in a craze manner before he too died from skull fracture and blood loss.

Monster kid has no words, no expression, just plain nothing. He does not know what to think other than believe all of this was just a silly prank, "Dad, come on now! This is not funny!"

No response.

"Dad? Mom?" Monster kid walked to their dead bodies, the fresh air of dust scattered across the atmosphere around them like aroma. "I-I know your faking this!"

He cannot accept this, no, he cannot! He had finally had the chance to head out into the world and this is how life treats him?! But his shower of thoughts was interrupted as the sudden feeling of fear began to course through him, his instincts telling him to run but the irresistible curiosity made him say otherwise.

Monster Kid turned to the source, his face filled with dread at what he was seeing. The thing was none anything he had seen before, it was incomprehensible but bearable to look at despite its grotesque appearance. Suffice to say, it was neither man or monster, but pure evil itself.

All emotions erupted into the monster kid's soul, from rage to overwhelming fear, nothing he could do from this disastrous outcome.

Then the thing spoke, its voice distorting like someone is speaking on broken radio or mic; "Sad, so sad," it mockingly told him before continuing, "Your parents are dead and you have no future. What are you going to do now?"

Monster Kid wanted to grab a rock and smash his parents killer but couldn't. He has no arms other than his teeth. But what can he do against someone who is wielding a giant axe in front of him?

"Why," that was the only monster kid could say from his frozen display. He definitively wanted to avenge his dead parents, but the side of his curiosity and fear was overwhelming for him.

Despite Frisk's lack of face, its visible formed eyes squinted at the question before answering, " Why? Because why not? It is what I am!"

"B-but there must be something that made you who you are, r-right," Monster kid's question froze Frisk, but the thing otherwise laughed at him.

"I am not a good person. Instead, I am an unpleasant person and I loved ever bit of it. I have no end in mind that justifies my evil means other than being born as the concept of fear. There are no skeletons in my closet, no abusive childhood or inciting misery that might expiate my disgusting behavior. Nor am I clinically insane. I know the difference between good and evil nor what is right and wrong. And I am fully capable of empathizing with the pain, emotional and physical of living people. I simply prefer wrong over right. Because in the end, all you will see is ME."

Within instant, Frisk uses his axe to chop the monster kid's legs as the kid left out agonizing scream, crying from the pain he was feeling as tears rain down from his eyes.

"Fucking pathetic! Is this all you can do! No wonder you are born worthless! Useless! Garbage! Weakling!"

The continuous barrage of insults emotionally and physically made the monster kid have mental breakdown, screaming as he emotionally threw tantrum. "STOP IT! STOP! JUST STOP IT!"

Monster kid's cries were cut short as Frisk slowly and painful step on his head. "AHHHHHHHH," he screamed at the top of his lungs but nobody came.

Frisk looked down at him as his foot pressed harder onto the monster kid's skull, causing more pain to him, "Before I put you out of your sad excuse of existence, I have a question about this place."

Monster kid stared at him, his eyes filled with fury and determination, "Why should I," he questioned before spitting at Frisk's face before more pressure pressed on his own skull.

"Because I am one who should be answering, not you," Frisk pressed forward, monster kid cried in pain as the kid eventually gave in.

"O-okay! I'll talk!"

The painful pressure onto monster kid's skull from Frisk foot stopped, allowing him to finally normally breath, "Were in the far outskirts of Sunnyvale; a town nearby in this forest! Head to north-west and eventually you come across a mysterious castle!"

"Is that all you know," Frisk asked as he looked down at him before receiving a tearful 'yes' from the monster kid before single-handedly stomped his head like a melon.

Frisk looked at the stars above, dust covered his clothes as wicked smiles morph from his head, "A castle? That would be interesting to see. I wonder how many people I kill before I mercilessly butcher them one by one! Oh how fun it would be!"

"Ah," Frisk checked his LV, currently now at rank ten, "It seems I had gained a lot of LOVE, how wonderful!"

Chapter 4

"Hmm, interesting," Frisk stared at the large ominous castle in front of his eyes as crows and other species of birds can be seen scattered and flying across the sky. "Impressive architecture, too bad that I will paint their dust on it."

He hummed, moving forward to the castle as his view of it became larger and larger from every step he took, his awe and glee became euphoria of noticing a gate, guarded by no other than a green-hulking monster with a large hammer.

"Seems like I have competition," Frisk says to himself as his own eyes glued onto the monster's enormous hammer before introducing himself to him, "Why hello there~"

Strong noticed the thing in front, his expression frowning from the sudden interruption of a creature he had never seen before as the feeling of fear is unable to overwhelm his soul.

"What do you want," Strong ask coldly, his eyes squinting in suspicion, "This is private property, unless you have reason here or were invited; I suggest you hit the road," he knows what his looking at is not monster or even human, presumably tulpa of sorts since he couldn't see Frisk soul from distance.

Something here is not right. Strong really hopes the creature will listen to reason but he knows that it is a malevolent entity judging from its appearance and very presence. Suffice to say, he is ready to fight if need be.

"How many people are in there?"

Frisk asked as he causally swung his giant axe in a playful manner, making Strong to pull out his large hammer in preparation for the coming battle between them.

"Why you ask," Strong question, taking a battle stance as he coldly stared at Frisk, waiting patiently for the answer.

"Because I need some LOVE."

The moment Frisk mention the word "LOVE," all hell break lose. Strong was the first to act as he charged at him with full force before swinging his large hammer as it clobbered to Frisk head, causing an explosion of blood being splattered between them.

Strong know this is not over, not like this. Why, he wondered? Because a person with a lot of LV and EXP wouldn't just stand there and take his hammer.

"Something is not right-" Faster than he could sense, Frisk appeared behind him before the axe separated his body; Strong instinctively blocked the attack with his hammer before jumping backwards a few meters apart.

The guard keeper was heavily breathing, sweat visibly appearing all over Strong's body as the sudden and unexpected appearance of Frisk appearing behind him without making sound both disturbed and worried Strong.

"What the hell are you," Strong asked with serious tone of voice, staring at him with a look of anticipation, "I saw your head blown off, wha-" his revelation came to fruition as Frisk pulled his own arm in demonstration before another regenerated arm took its place.

"You can regenerate," Strong grimly said as Frisk laughed at his answer, a demonic and distorted laugh with show of mouths appearing over Frisks face as it echoed around them before returning a response with its own sadistic answer.

"Come now, are you going to stand there grumps or were going to continue our fight?"

In a flash, Strong once again charged at him but as Frisk about to make a move, the old man managed to accurately hit one of Frisks legs; causing him to stumble on his fall as he then bashed Frisk head, arms and chest at lightning speed; faster than Frisk could regenerate from.

"Its over," Strong told to himself as he looked at his handy-work, on the grass was nothing more than bloody paste of Frisk corpse; laying on the grass like a disgusting crushed cockroach.

As the old man walked away, he hears sounds of giggling from behind until it turns into evil laughter; turning in motion to see alive Frisk with its axe over his shoulder.

"You got to be serious," that was all Strong could say as Frisk toss his axe onto nearby grass, motioning him to fight once more but rather of Frisk using his weapon, it would be his fists instead.

"It was fun while it lasted, but it would not be more fun than this!"

In the blink of speeding light, Frisk physically pushed the surprised Strong across multiple trees, breaking several until they stopped on a wall of giant rock. The old man lost his weapon during the ordeal as the onslaught of Frisk punches was exceeding the speed of light itself.

Strong can feel the burning punches ripping his skin from ever contact of Frisk fist, but the pain was nothing compared to what he is feeling right now. The rage is slowly overtaking at this point.

"COME ON! IS THIS ALL YOU HAVE!? WHAT A-" Frisk taunting words were cut short when Strong's right hand pierced through his own skull before splitting it into two with his other hand.

Frisk head was about to regenerate until Strong savagely ripped and tore his body into several pieces, much to his own surprise and interest.

"Amazing! This is extravagant! I never had this much fun for ages," Frisk happily shouted in excitement as one of his regenerated hands managed to form a fist, punching Strong above the trees before he jumped and hammered Strong down on the ground with his own two closed fists, creating a crater from Strong's landing.

As much as the old man wants to give up from his injuries, his rage will not let him go until he deal with the annoying pest that came to attack him personally. He can feel his rage taking over his mind, but he has no choice in this matter. If he can sacrifice himself at this moment just to kill this monster, then so be it.

"Hello," Frisk playfully asked as the smoke around the crater overcrowded it, slowly dispersing itself from every second, "Oh, well you look at that," Frisk was more than excited at this fight!

Standing there on the crater was bloody and injured Strong with his bulging fists taking in battle stance. But what caught Frisk's attention was Strong's bloodthirsty aura and his pure-rage expression, causing Frisk a wide menacing smiles forming all around his head.

=)

Chapter 5

Sounds of clashing fists can be heard all around the night forest as the two fought in gruesome hand-to-hand combat as they go all out with each other.

Frisk was having the time of their life as every time he gets injured, he regenerates without much trouble. On the other hand, Strong was not doing well as notable sustaining injuries is present on his body.

From each blow of their contacted fists reverberated shock waves across the environment around them as wildlife flee in sheer terror from the scene.

Strong used all his pent-up rage and frustration on one single being, Frisk; the megalomaniac who decided to attack and kill anyone near its path for no other than satisfaction and boredom. What is worse is that it pissed him off.

No matter what Strong does, he could never permanently injury or kill Frisk because of its otherworldly regeneration abilities as no matter the ripping and tearing to shred Frisk into spaghetti paste, it will always resurrect and regenerate better than before.

"Getting tired old man," Frisk mockingly asked before delivering a punch on the jaw; causing Strong to be lifted in the air as despite his current berserk state, Strong still has some rational thinking left inside of him.

However, Frisk was not done with him; he jumped on the air and placed his feet onto Strong's stomach as they both eventually landed on the ground, but this time; louder and stronger than before.

Strong cringe from the pain, coughing in blood from the contact of the ground. He can feel his intestines breaking apart like glass with his eyes turning bulging red from the powerful attack.

"More! More! More! More!"

Frisk sadistically chant in repeat as he wasted no time beating Strong into bloody pulp, from every blow of Frisks bloody fists onto the old man's face grow more red and bloodier as it eventually splattered the whole trees near their proximity.

"RAHHHHHHH," Strong yelled in pure fury and rage from Frisk's barrage of onslaught before the old man used his right arm to analytically grab Frisk's face at the right moment, catching him off-guard.

Strong tightened his grip as he stood and lifted Frisk along with him, pressuring his hand further and further as he watched slowly of Frisk's head turning into crushed melon.

Frisk tried to punch and kick with all its might, but Strong would not let go as despite feeling the pain and injuries he is getting from them, he was determined to kill Frisk no matter the cost, even if his own half-blown face is visible to the world, nothing will change his mind in this fight.

His hand compressed him to the point of turning Frisk's head into a paste of crushed fruit. But he was not done, Strong then savagely tore Frisk limbs apart like a ravenous animal along with his organs.

However, no matter what Strong does, Frisk cannot be put down; frustrating Strong further. Deep down, the old man knew he would loss in this fight from the moment Frisk demonstrated its regenerative abilities, but he does not care about it all. It is now all about venting his frustrations and rage at this tulpa.

Time appear to slow down in both of their perception as every minute feels like seconds, until this continuous barrage came to halt when Frisk headbutt Strong's forehead before standing up and forming one of his regenerated hands into spear, piercing through the old man's cavity and ripping the heart out of his body.

Strong fell on his knees, dust flowing down on the ground like a river of blood moving across the midnight ocean. He looked up to the assailant with his torn-off heart at hand, his plastered expression shows a mix of emotions; anger, regret, shock and lastly acceptance.

"I must say," Frisk smiled before continuing his ordeal, "You are one tough son of bitch to die," he stared at Strong's expression but nothing was interesting him despite the emotions the old perhaps displaying.

"Any last words?"

Strong took one look at him, his angry and feral expression was replaced with defeat and acceptance, "Go to hell," without any comment from Frisk he then immediately crushed his beating heart, eventually killing him once and for.

Frisk sigh at the aspect of being bored again, watching the old man's corpse slumped down the grass; dead and unmoving. He kicked the corpse, checking if there was any sign of him but to no avail.

It was rather fun, Frisk never had experience an opponent like him before. He remembered about the victims he killed in the forest; weak and defenseless, but this one was intriguing.

Then he remembered something; his level!

He wasted no time in overthinking about it as Frisk checked his stats, long and behold, he leveled up to 20; the maximum for anyone who is trying to maximum out their stats. The moment he learned his new level; Frisk was overjoyed.

So many options and choices entered into his mind, but one thing is perpendicular; to kill and maim anyone who stands in his way for the main purpose of having fun and curing his endless boredom is through murder.

From the distance, was the large ominous castle that Frisk tried to enter until he was stopped by the now dead gatekeeper or guard of that place. But the first thing to do is eat the old man's corpse.

He went up to him, tearing one of his arms before he munched them into one of his razor-sharp mouths as bliss overflowed Frisk soul like experiencing a gift from special someone.

The taste and flavor was not anything like Frisk experience before. Juicy, crunchy and messy but nonetheless, delicious!

"This..this is appetizing! I never knew people's flesh are this good! Oh, how stupid was I to leave my victims' corpse behind instead of consuming them!"

Frisk laughed, erupting a menacing and evil distorting cackle across the wasteland of the current forest around them.

Chapter 6

Frisk entered the ominous castle, seeing fancy decorative hallways all around with gothic furniture scattered across the place. But what caught his eye was a small ghost from distance.

Before he made his move, it disappeared from trace; how interesting, Frisk reflected as he placed his weapon over the shoulder, "It confirms my suspicion, there are people in here," he began to explore the castle casually, eventually entering empty rooms with no occupants.

It felt like hours of exploring and walking, he is starting to get bored from it. Where are the people? Frisk definitely saw the small ghost from earlier, but why is this place so empty? More importantly, where the fuck are the residents in this garbage place of a castle?

His rain of thoughts were interrupted by the sudden feeling of something approaching behind him. He wasted no time in turning to see a large muffin-spider like monster staring down at Frisk.

"You are a big one, I wonder how much exp I will get?"

Frisk's own question had received an answer of nothing more than an echoing roar that reverberated in the endless hallways, shattering nearby fragile objects and windows in its wake as the beast charged at Frisk in mad rush.

Instead of taking the full force of the incoming beast, Frisk jumped in the air as he threw his weapon toward his enemy at light speed; causing the axe to pierce through the beast's abdomen.

The beast stumbled on the floor as it glides across the floor, ripping its skin from the intense pressure of being contact on the floor to the point that it eventually stopped its slide.

Frisk grabbed his axe, the hallway and ground altogether as both were splattered with dust in several parts. He casually approached the critically injured spider as it whimpered in fear before Frisk sliced him in half without any remorse whatsoever.

"Dust..I wonder what this spider tastes like compared to the old fart that I ate earlier," Frisk threw his weapon aside, munching the spider in a savage and disgusting manner as chunks of its flesh can be heard being eaten by Frisk's many razor-sharp mouths.

"It tastes bland!"

Frisk did not like the flavor or its texture. The spider's flesh was anything but delicious as the experience of eating it was like munching down on rotten chicken, much to Frisk's disappointment.

"This," Frisk stood up with pause, growing tired of eating nearly most of the spider's corpse as he began to stomp on the ground angrily, "What the fuck is this!? Why does it taste unpleasant!? Even the old fart's flesh was better than this," He yelled in anger, stomping while doing so.

His childish tantrum soon attracted two more of those large spider-like muffins as they confronted him in his front view, causing him to stop before angrily pointing at them with loud declaration.

"You ugly, disgusting piece of shits! Your flesh is the most unacceptable taste I have ever witnessed! Because of this, all of you will die!"

Frisk hastily grabs his weapon, moving at light-speeds as he slices and dice the two spider monsters into pieces before they even react or make their first move. Within seconds, the two monsters exploded into a gruesome mess as dust filled the whole hallway around him.

However, Frisk is not done with his handiwork yet. He angrily stomped on each scattered chunk of flesh on the ground until there was no more. Suffice to say, he calmed down after realizing what he had done.

"This is not worth it, waste of my time," Frisk mumbled as he continued his exploration until he came across an interesting door, "Oh, what this might be?"

The door was not shaped like anything he seen in the mansion. It was grey door, but something is telling him otherwise.

Frisk curiously entered the room as he opened it, his eyes went wide with interest in what he was looking at. Everything around the room is just plain old bedroom, but what peaks his interest is a steel cabinet with magical runes all over it as visible keypad were attached in the middle.

He smashed the cabinet with his axe but to no avail, growing tired from his experience in the mansion; Frisk decided to hastily use his super speed by pressing random numbers on each of its number pads.

Although it took an hour, Frisk eventually managed to crack the code as the lock dropped on the ground. He opened the cabinet doors, expecting to see weapons or some ancient relic.

However, instead, he was greeted by pictures.

"What the fuck is this?"

Frisk stared at the pictures attached on the surfaces inside the cabinet. These pictures contain image of a skeleton wearing an orange trench coat, but what caught his attention is red kiss marks all over it.

"Ooh," Frisk understands what these pictures are for. A person has a little crush on someone. Regardless of the revelation, the picture of that skeleton brought some strange feelings of deja vu.

"It feels like I have seen him before," he said to himself before placing his hand over his own chin as he contemplate in engrossment of his thoughts, "Whoever he is, I am sure that I will kill him just to break their heart, ha," Frisk exited the room, disappointed but satisfied in what he discovered today.

As he stops outside the room, he expressly looks at a nearby window; staring at the beautiful moon on a gorgeous night such as this. He wonders...

"Am I an evil person?"

A soft voice came out of his mouth, surprising himself before shaking his head at the aspect of questioning his own morality, "Me, evil? I am beyond good and evil.They are just foolish ideas made by idiotic people who think they are better than everyone else. The mere concept of morality has no meaning for me as I have transcended such feeble restraints that held me back from reaching ultimate power. I am neither good or evil, but its destroyer!"

Chapter 7

After aimlessly wandering in the hallways, she eventually encountered an approaching humanoid robot maid, calmly heading to his direction; eventually stop just between couple of miles from each other.

"You are not welcome here, please leave," 12B politely asked with monotone tone of voice as her locked hands set upon her stomach.

"Or what," Frisk told with slight pause before continuing, "Bore me to death, tin-can," he mockingly answered back, causing an expression of regret being plastered on 12B's metallic face.

"You do not wish this fight, please leave peacefully," 12B desperately asked, hoping that her words of reason could reach him, but in the end; Frisk was untouched by her approach of peace-talking.

"Enough talking!"

Frisk charged behind her at speeds of light, but as his weapon was about to land at her head; he instead was greeted by a fist on his chin, thrown upwards to the ceiling until he exited the roof while being surprised from the sudden turn of events.

How was that possible? Frisk could not believe it, he sure was fast enough to outmaneuver her in the long stretch at his full speed, but she managed to dodge his attack accurately and had upper-cut him!

This is more difficult than it appears, a challenge that will satisfy his need to fight and kill! Frisk hopes she will not disappoint him.

12B appeared near him, grabbing his red shirt before being tossed across the forest as he hit multiple trees in the long run; eventually stopping as she once again appeared near him before placing her foot on his head.

"Please.. do not make me do this," a voice of worry and concern can be noticeable heard from her tone, causing a burst of laughter from Frisk as within a few seconds; he tone down his laugh before answering her dilemma.

"You are holding back, are you not," Frisk answered, causing a look of hesitation on 12B's face, "I know that the owner of this place sent you to deal with me, but I got to ask, why do you not kill? I can tell from the way you were fighting with me, my hypothesis was correct in this assumption, is it not?"

She removed her foot on his head, taking a few step backs as he stood up with his giant axe at his shoulder before continuing his ordeal, "Come on, I want an answer, we do not have all day!"

Within a few moments of waiting, she eventually answered his question, "I..I saw your fight with Strong and after you killed him; I became furious with you. And when you entered our home, my mistress sent me to deal with you personally, but.."

"But what," Frisk pressured her to continue.

"I made a pledge to myself," 12B paused for a slight moment as her head turned to the shining blue moon in contemplation, "That I will never kill no matter what. Because life is precious, for they would never be able to convey their feelings to their families and loved ones again when they are," she turned to look at his frozen stance.

"Life... is precious," he hesitantly told himself in deep contemplation as she continued her speech.

"I do not know what happened or who made you this way, but please see the reason. I know there is a glimmer of hope inside you, that you must be a good person once in your lifetime," 12B's speech caused an unending silence in the atmosphere around them, lasting nearly minutes until she received her answer; laughter from Frisk.

"Me?! Good," Frisk cackled at the thought of being good, what a feeble-minded response from the likes of her, "Not good. I was never good. After all, I just want to see everything be crumbled into dust,"

12B understood everything, she learned who she was dealing with. No matter how much reasoning she tries nor the times Frisk becomes imprisoned for his actions; in the end, Frisk will never change because of what he is.

What is worse, the thought of Frisk managing to absorb a soul and becoming a living god, eventually causing the destruction of the world itself. 12B knows what she had to do now. Either she let him alive at the cost of more deaths and the possibly of the world going into extinction or break her code just to end one life to save many more.

So finally, 12B made her decision; to end him once for all, "Is this really who you are? What you wanted to be? Do you not wish for a simpler and happier life than all of this bloodshed and carnage around you?"

An agitated sigh came from Frisks mouths, "I promised you, this is who I want to be! Like I said before to that stupid kid I killed earlier, I am an unpleasant person and I loved ever bit of it. I have no end in mind that justifies my evil means other than being born as the concept of fear. There are no skeletons in my closet, no abusive childhood or inciting misery that might expiate my disgusting behavior. Nor am I clinically insane. I know the difference between good and evil nor what is right and wrong. And I am fully capable of empathizing with the pain, emotional and physical of living people. I simply prefer wrong over right," he announced with proud declaration, causing 12B worry and concern to disgust after she realized who or what Frisk really is.

"Very well, you gave me no choice then," 12B appeared behind him as her fist pierced through his chest; creating a large hole in the aftermath. But before Frisk could regenerate, 12B violently pushed him onto the grass as she rapidly throw barrage of fists all over his body, pounding him to bloody mash.

Friction of her barrage fists began to create smoke as she continued her onslaught, making sure that she pulverized every chunk and cell of him until there was nothing left to regenerate.

12B stopped at sudden memory of the man who saved her, causing to cease her onslaught as she grimly looked at her handiwork on the ground, seeing nothing but crate with no remaining chunk of flesh or cell in sight.

"I am sorry it had to end like this."

Chapter 8

12B was sick to her stomach. Suffice to say, she does not feel good about breaking her vow never to kill.

However, she did was necessary, killing him for the sake of protecting everyone, but it does not sit well with her after what she did. But she could not take her actions now, standing under the starry night, rain suddenly showed itself as the drips of water poured down over her metallic head.

Since the day of that man who saved her, she learned an important lesson of how valuable lives are, but this was something that 12B could not prevent.

Regardless, she is glad that this nightmare is all over as his murdering spree came to end after she him down, "Its finally over," 12B told herself in relief, hopefully the death of Strong and the countless victims he slayed can rest in peace.

"Behind you =)"

An unexpected but familiar distorted voice appeared behind her, 12B hastily turned in motion only to be greeted by the face of Frisk as he headbutted her, sending 12B on the floor; creating a thundering echoing boom as the ground cracked and break from the impact of 12B's fall.

However, as Frisk was about to bring down his weapon, 12B managed to predict his next action by calculating the variables in the current situation, allowing her to dodge and accurately perform a few strikes at his pressure points on Frisk's leg and arm, causing his left side of his body to be limp.

However, she was not done yet, she had dodged another strike from Frisk weapon before she once again struck his pressure points on the other side of his right arm and leg, causing him to be paralyzed from the strikes.

"I may not be able to kill you, but I can paralyze you enough that you would not be danger to everyone around you," 12B explained with serious voice, staring down at him with clenched fists.

Instead of fear or worry, what greeted 12B was nothing more than a disturbing laugh, more ominous and foreboding from his distorted voice than before.

"What is so funny about this," 12B questioned at his sudden burst of laughter, she was growing tired from his attics to the point that she wanted this whole ordeal to be all over.

Frisk stopped his laughter, staring straight to 12B without ever blinking, "You really do not understand the gravity of this situation, don't you tin-can," the sinister answer from Frisk alerted 12B.

What does he imply by that? 12B had been calculating the variables of her current situation and the scan says in the numbers of 100. So why, why is there a gut feeling that she is wrong in her part.

By pure luck alone, she jumped in backwards as a clone of Frisk slice her direction in where she was standing. As 12B gracefully landed on the grassy dirt, her expression turned to surprise of seeing another Frisk.

"There are two of you," she said without hesitation in her voice, dread filling up in her beating soul.

"Now you get it, do you not? You can never beat me, because I am one," the paralyzed Frisk said with pause before his own turns into liquid, moving itself toward the clone as it merge its essence with his clone, "But we are many!"

Within a burst of speed, hundreds of Frisk appeared in front of 12B's very eyes, "So what is it going to be? Are you going to die like a whimpering dog or fight like a piece of trash you are? Either way, you are going to die in the end like so many others," the clones announced in unity, all staring at her as they take battle stance.

"I will fight until the very end, monster."

The brave proclamation of 12B brought awe in some of the clones, having some sort of twisted respect for her ability to stand up against the inevitable, "Very well, this will be your garbage dump then =)"

They all charged in separate directions, speeds reaching light itself but 12B had already scanned all of them as she had successfully killed some of them with her brute strength alone.

From every moment of dodging and punching, 12B was able to replicate their movements and dodge them according to the point this did not become a problem for her.

Although she killed 50 Frisk clones, she noticed a sudden change of patterns. Some of them are beginning to perform spontaneous and random fighting styles or moves that make it quite difficult to predict what Frisk is going to do next.

By sheer luck, she barely dodged their change of attacks but despite her impressive scanning abilities, she was soon faced her doom when one of Frisk clones had managed to slice her legs; causing her to fall on the ground from the air itself.

Instead of ending her life from right there, the remaining surviving clones of Frisk all gathered around her injured state, "Look at what we have, a trash bag," one of them mocking said as others joined in the fun.

"Good for nothing piece of metal!"

"Machine killer!"

"You should have died for what you done!"

The last one emotionally hurt 12B, memories of past sins began to crawl on her back. But as much she wants to try in live of promise by the man who helped and save her life; it is perhaps that this is the day she meets her judgement.

"Hey, I know! Let us tear her piece by piece! Let's see what is inside," one of the clones suggested, causing the rest to violently tear her into pieces as 12B lay there helplessly and motionlessly.

She regretted the fact that he could live by her savior's dying last words, and her other regret is that more people will be dead because of inability to stop him. 12B looked up at the beautiful starry night, special memories of the man and the people who helped her had made her understand the other meaning of the word "Live."

As oily substance drop from her eye, ignoring the laughter and tearing of her own body, she cannot help but to mutter the word she learned.

"I love you."

Chapter 9

Frisk entered the castle, encountering barely any occupants in the place aside from a few of those spider-like muffins, but they proved to be nothing more than a hindrance to his exploration as he easily killed them like butter with his axe.

Hallways in this castle appear to be endless, or so it seems. Fancy stairs exist, especially for going up or down rather than using the standard elevator. Honestly, why do they not have elevator to begin with?

However, what interests him the most is the fact that this building of castle is huge, especially being having the architecture style from medieval times. He wonders, is the mistress of that stupid robot a vampire of some sort?

"A vampire monster? That is something you never seen in this type of place," Frisk questionably said to himself, aimlessly continuing her journey in finding someone to kill other than those boring large spiders.

Truth to be told, this mindless walking is giving me strange feelings for some reason. Peace and serenity, weird. He had always been the violent and merciless psychopath he is, but why..why is he feeling a positive feeling for once in his life?

"This is making me uncomfortable," Frisk angrily whispered to himself as he let his back rest upon a nearby wall, "Who am I," he placed his axe on the side, staring at his opened palms in reflection before lowering them.

After he saw the sparkling yellow star, Frisk understood who or what he is, especially how meaningless the world is. Why the hell is he even contemplating at moment like this? Could it be that he is..remorseful of what he done?

"Ha, as if!"

A remorseful monster such as him is the most stupidity thing Frisk had ever heard in this meditation of his. With his grisly axe of weapon, he mercilessly slayed and tortured others because he just wanted to.

Perhaps, he is misunderstood? That Frisk can actually do something else in his life other than killing and eating innocent people because of his selfish desire to find something meaningful in his life?

"No! What the hell am I thinking? I do it because I want to! Not because I am bonded to something grand law," Frisk yelled at himself and his stupid thoughts. Ridiculous, why is he feeling sentimental all of the sudden?

"It must be that trash bag, she probably did something to me," he reasoned to himself, of course it must be her!

He remembered the fight from a while ago. How sympathetic of her to assume that he can change for the better and actually become a good person?

"Bah, what the hell am I doing?"

Frisk left his meditative self-reflection, standing up as he grabbed his axe and placing it over his right shoulder. He turned to his right, looking at the window outside; where millions of stars staring down at him, judging him for what he done.

"What are you looking at," Frisk said, continuing staring at the stars outside the window; growing more ever frustrated, "Stop staring," he said to them.

Yet, they did not listen.

"Stop staring at me!"

Frisk words grew louder, staring at the dazzling stars with extreme gaze. His eyes all focused on them; still looking and judging him from the horizon, "I SAID STOP FUCKING STARING AT ME!"

He screamed in a mad state, swinging his axe in berserk, throwing another tantrum as his weapon broke several objects, furniture, windows and doors along the way. When the minuted stopped, Frisk came to a halt.

"I hate them," Frisk said in a raspy breath, holding his planted axe on the ground, "I hate the stars! I hate them! I hate-"

Then something clicked him.

Frisk had lacked a goal as his mission was just simple killing anyone who stood in his way. But what if he can do something to get rid of those awful stars that are hovering all over this pointless world?

"I need to know how," Frisk determined with his new goal, moved through the hallways in search of a library, eventually coming across a blue painted door as he opened it; revealing the room to be a collection of books; a library.

It took two hours of searching, finding the right book to help him in his goal of eradication this world altogether. Then he found it; a strange otherworldly book with the title of "Necronomicon."

He took a peek, seeing nothing but eldritch creatures and unknown languages, but what had interested him is the current page he just flipped.

"The ability to absorb someone's soul and becoming a living god of the universe? The prospect of ridding those stupid stars and this dumb earth is a joy to see!"

Frisk was in tears, knowing the fact that he can finally get rid of the stars and this back watered of planet. But as he continued reading, the book claimed to have no reports of ever someone able to do some feat nor the measures in doing something like this.

However, something tells him otherwise as he places the back into the proper shelf, "That picture of skeleton I saw earlier, it gave me feelings of someone I have seen and fought before. Perhaps, he is the key to my godhood," Frisk own answer became his solution.

Of course, it must be! Frisk knows that deep down, that smiling bonehead must be his solution. Why would he not have these feelings of deja vu from looking at his appearance?

Frisk continued looking in other books out of curiosity, eventually becoming bored in the process of it. He was about to leave until he noticed something interesting from the corner of the room.

A camouflaged trap door that leads to god knows where, Who knows what it is inside, but there is one way to ascertain by heading inside and meeting the occupant who lives there.

"How interesting, someone decide to live underground. None of that matters, it is time to give a visit =)"

Chapter 10

"Hello visitor! It is been a while since someone visited little old me!"

Frisk did not expect his victim to be...outlandish. What he was greeted by nothing more than red room and standing in the middle was human, or so he thought.

"You have been the one who has been killing my friends, arent'cha?!"

Harlequin suddenly appeared right next to him, surprising Frisk as he instantly swung his axe at her, expecting her to be chopped off in blood mess but instead was unarmed by his attack as she turned herself into cartoony water; eventually filling the room.

Frisk was not bothered by being drowned to death, no; what he was bothered is the fact that as the water instantly vanishes before he dies, the very room itself suddenly changed into land made of candy were the sky above him is no longer the ceiling but sky made of cotton candy clouds.

"What the hell is this?! Are you making a fool out of me," Frisk yelled at the top of his lungs, irritation coursing through his soul. The audacity of her! When I get my hands on this clown-

Out of nowhere, Harlequin appeared in the air; hovering over him, "Welcome to my world! This is going to be so much fun," she declared, giggling in her proclamation before being interrupted by him.

Frisk is getting annoyed at her crazy antics, he just wants to get this over already, "Fun? Please do tell me what fun are you referring to clown," he mused, looking at her never-ending grin, her eyes grew large from hearing his statement.

"Simple," Harlequin paused for a slight moment as her smile increased in cartoony length, "When either of our HP turn 0, the loser dies!"

She snaps her finger, raining explosive bombs all around the battlefield as Frisk easily evades all of them through his light-speed alone. But he was not amused of her ability nor her threats.

"Really," Frisk disappointingly asked as he nonchalantly evades all of the explosives, "Is that all you can do? Throw bombs at me," he asked with slight amusement coming from his tone of voice.

Instead of proper response, Harlequin laughed from his frustration and confusion, "Heheheh! You are funny for killer! How about we turn the situation up a notch," she snap her fingers once more, removing the bombs in the process.

"Oh? Their gone," Frisk said, stopping in his tracks as he became more amused than annoyed at her actions, "You realize that no matter what you do, neither of us is going to leave here alive," he threatened, hoping to bring stress or fear in her but was unsuccessful as she just laughed and laughed, pointing at him as he looked at her with confusion.

"Hmm? What is so funny?"

Then he looked, his eyes widening in realization. His legs are gone, but rather replaced - with chicken legs. Frisk annoyance went from few numbers to rage of being made fun off, "WHY YOU LITTLE CLOWN," he tried to use his super-speed, but was only met with the same running speed of chicken as she continued her laughter by his display of the situation.

"Chicken legs~ You have chicken feet, hahaha," She continued her barrage of insulting jokes, fuming Frisk further in pit of rage.

He cannot fight her in a state like this. Frisk has to conceive a way to bring his legs back, but how? Then an idea came into fruition. Ahh, that will do.

She immediately stopped her laughter after Frisk stood still, confusing and intriguing her by the sudden change of his movement, "Hey! What is going on," she loudly asked, but to no avail.

Harlequin was about to knock some sense into him but her reaction became to surprise when Frisk decided to chop his own legs off with the axe as a new pair of legs began to regenerate rapidly.

"Hey! That is cheating!"

Harlequin yelled at him in frustration, that is not fair! He cannot break the rules of her game, "You cannot do that, stupid! That is against the rules," she announced to him, only to be met with deep laughter.

"Rules," Frisk questionably asked with amusement before continuing, "Clown, you do not make the rules. The only rules here is you dying by my axe," Frisk moved faster than before, jumping onto the air at blinding speed to the point of surprising Harlequin, but as Frisk's blade was about to reach contact on her neck, his weapon suddenly turned into a balloon.

"What the hell?!"

He was lost for words, his beloved weapon; the precious axe he always held dearly is gone, now replaced by a red balloon. Frisk could not believe it! His precious is gone! But if he dies here, then his weapon will come with him before his resurrection. A thought that calmed him before his coming death by the hands of Harlequin.

A grin plastered on her expression, "What is wrong buddy?! Did someone freeze your world," she says before Harlequin snaps her fingers again, transmuting him into durable cake but living object.

Frisk fell from the sky as she watched his death in amusement, eventually his transmuted body made contact with the ground.

"You were pretty fun to hang out with! To bad I had to remove you, oh well," Harlequin teleported in front of his supposed corpse, looking down at him with her nonchalant grin.

This freaking sucks! Harlequin lost her friends because of him, and now she does not have anyone to hang out with! Oh, well. Losers cannot be choosers, isn't she right?

"Hmm, perhaps I should give you to my mistress? She might love to know that what she was eating was the person responsible for killing her friends. Or perhaps I should eat you instead? So many choices, so many options."

Harlequin stretched her arms in the air, yawning in tiredness from the fight with Frisk, "Either way, a good night's rest will help me clear my insanity. Such a pity you have to go like this, I should have played with you more," she sighs, disappointed at the outcome.

Chapter 11

"Hey, I am not done with you yet, clown."

Harlequin immediately turned around in quick motion, seeing an alive but casual Frisk with his held giant axe over his shoulder.

How is that possible?! Harlequin was sure that he was dead as cake when Frisk was transmuted into one, "Hey!? How are you still here," she immaturely asked with annoyance.

Her answer was met with yawn before he explained his ability, "I can resurrect from anything you threw at me, clown. No matter how much you turn me into some ridiculous living object or bend reality in some cartoony way, you will never be able to beat me," Frisk last sentence struck a nerve on her as she stomped on the ground repeatedly while pointing at him in frustrated display.

"NOT FAIR! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO OBEY MY RULES, MY LAWS! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN IMPRISONED IN THAT STUPID CAKE!"

Frisk shrug without the care of the world, "Did I not tell you before? They are not yours to toy with, but it was me who makes them, after all; I can always resurrect at will even if you turn me into living cake," he exclaimed proudly at her.

She was getting tired of him. Moreover, Harlequin was also getting bored with playing him in their little game, "Hmph," she stopped in huff as she crossed her arms in annoyance, "Fine! If you want to play like this, then have this!"

Within instant, she conjured a purple scythe in her hands, teleporting in front of him as she swung before being blocked by Frisk's weapon.

"Woah, going for the melee now," Frisk questionably asked as he swung his axe in return at light speeds, expecting her to be cleaved but instead was greeted once more by Harlequin turning into candies as they dropped onto the floor.

"Man, that was close!"

Harlequin announced her presence, levitating above the air with her scythe at either hand, "I must admit! You are incredibly fast! So fast that I almost lost my stomach, hehe," she declared with giggle.

Frisk looked at her, analyzing Harlequin's current behavior as he spoke with realization, "Interesting, so you cannot outright kill me with your reality-bending shenanigans. I presume that the scythe you have is one of the few things that allows you to kill me," He asked, causing Harlequin to hesitant for a few seconds.

"W-what are you talking about?"

Her hesitation proved his point then. Frisk understood that she cannot outright kill him with her reality-bending abilities as it has to be a funny way of doing it. Although, turning into that stupid cake did not kill him, he luckily was able to resurrect himself by his sub-consciousness.

A thought that made him grin in satisfaction.

"So," he announced with slight pause, "Is that all you have really? Swinging your weapon around? I expect you to be more challenging, but instead. All I got is wannabe jester with silly hat and jokes. Honestly, it is embarrassing," Frisk taunted her with expectation. All he got was laughter from her.

"HAHA HAHA! You are hilarious," she told him with amusement before continuing, "Almighty then! How about we make the game..more fun?" Snapping her fingers once more, dozens of Harlequin's clones appeared over the battlefield as lightning strikes showed themselves all around the vicinity.

That is what he is talking about!

Frisk ran as he dodged all over the lighting strikes that scattered over the battlefield. He sliced and diced many of Harlequin's clones with ease but he eventually got some injuries by them; but nonetheless was able to regenerate from such fatal attacks by her scythe easily.

In far the distance of the battlefield was Harlequin, laughing incomprehensibly at his struggles. Suffice to say, she was enjoying the view. However, no matter how much Harlequin threw at him, he always overcomes his obstacles.

"Ha ha ha! You are fast and strong, that is to be sure! But you are yet to overcome him."

Him, Frisk questioned in his mind. Who is the clown referring to. Whatever, this is not his business. He needs to focus on the fight! Cannot let her distract him from it, "I do not know who you are referring to clown, but the one who is going to be overwhelmed is you," Frisk says, heading straight to Harlequin at speeds that she did not even react.

Faster than thought, faster than the speed of light; Frisk managed to cleave Harlequin in half, properly this time as she fell on the ground, oozing with dust.

Frisk landed near her dying corpse, the world around them began to slowly shift back to the red room he saw earlier. He stared down at her, her torso and legs are separated but she is still alive; barely.

"H-how did this happen," Harlequin asked in a raspy but faint voice, amusing Frisk of her suffering before he placed his foot on her head.

"How," he bemusedly repeated her first word before continuing, "You were to high up in your horse that you were not paying attention to yourself," Frisk explained, pressuring his foot on her head as it began to crack.

She laughed with a smile, laughing at her own foolishness, "Ha-ha! You are right! But this sucks, you know?! I wish we could have become best buddies! Alas, this is the last punch-line I am getting before my demise. But I must warn you about a certain someone.." He tilted in confusion and curiosity, "Hmm? A certain someone? Please do tell," Frisk asked, loosening his pressure on her skull just to allow her to answer his question.

"Cannot tell you! But if you head to Sunnyvale, a town near this castle; you will meet him soon enough."

Satisfied with the answer, Frisk stomped her head as dust splattered over his leg and the red room around them.

"Sunnyvale...such interesting name for town. Too bad that their town will not be sunny anymore when I burn it down to the ground =)"

Chapter 12

A lone humanoid spider monster was sitting on her throne above the leading stairs, the large luminous blue windows letting the room become illuminated by the starry night horizon.

"Oh my, what is taking her so long?"

Muffet was worried for her family. After rumors of rampaging entity killing innocent monsters left and right, it was concern for the safety of the residents in her home but when news of Strong's death, her concern turned to fear. She sent her house cleaner to deal with the problem personally, but no word came after her departure. In fact, Muffet assumes that her servant died like the rest.

"My this is troubling," She wanted this to be just a nightmare, a dream that she conjured when falling asleep. But Muffet knows this isn't dream, but the reality of the situation.

Muffet lost her family and village. Now she lost her new family. When she got her hands on that bastard, she will sure that he will pay for destroying her new life that she tried so hard to rebuild and to move on from her terrible past.

Then the large corridor opened, revealing nothing more than Frisk and his giant weapon of axe as both stared at each other; ominously. "Oh dear, it appears that you were that troubling guest who killed my servants~ How rude!"

Frisk grinned with its many razor-sharp mouths as he pointed his weapon at her with declaration, "You must be the mistress of this castle," he loudly said at her, his distorted voice echoing across the room.

Muffet stood up from her throne, gently stepping down from every step of the stairs that leads to her throne until she stood on the same ground as Frisk.

"Of course dearie~ why must you ask little old me?"

She conjured dozens of visible thin and web-like threads all around the room with her fingertips, "My dearie~ Why must you be so persistent? My threads will make you comfortable in being sliced to pieces~ It will be fun! Ahuhuhu~~"

Without wasting anytime, Frisk rushed towards her only to immediately be stopped by being sliced into pieces; becoming nothing more than a pool of blood on the ground.

However, this did not stop Frisk's onslaught as he was resurrected at the entrance corridor in the blink of an eye, surprising Muffet from the sudden revival of him.

"How interesting~ No wonder they couldn't kill you dearie," Muffet said, staring at him with interest and wonder of his ability, "Oh how much I would like to invite you to my home~ But to bad that you will be nothing more than desert to my spiders after I'm done with you, Ahuhuhu" she then manipulated her strings with her hands as they wrapped around Frisk in large ball before explosive white light erupted inside of it.

"Foolish nerd~ This is what happens when you mess with woman like me, Ahuhuhu," Her victory came to short when she sensed something, something coming to her way as Muffet's own body evaded from sudden attack in front of her very eyes.

"You really think that I would die that easily, spider?"

Frisk was resurrected, but this time; all of the strings in the room were visibly cut off by his axe; causing her to change from joy of her victory to an expression of defeat and surprise.

Muffet evaded another strike from Frisk's axe, managing to land on her two feet on the ground as she used her strings to violently pushed Frisk away, "This is troubling! Oh my, how could you survive my strongest attack? You should have been erased from existence by now dear," she exclaimed, sweat pouring down from her face as the stress began to take its toll on her.

He lets out an evil distorted cackle before giving out his answer, "Do not you see the inevitable? That you cannot win no matter what you do? Face it old hag, you will not be able to kill me with your stupid threads!"

Being called an old hag had greatly annoyed Muffet, how dare him to call her an old woman?! She will him teach him such manners, even if he will not die; at least she can bring some punishment for his rudeness!

She summoned many more of her threads, this time bigger than before as her wires pierced through many of the surface walls around them to the point of eventually covering the whole castle with her strings altogether.

Frisk, amused and confused at the sudden display, decided to stop his fighting, "What are you to do," he asked, staring at her with curiosity.

"Sweetie~ You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into, Ahuhuhu~"

Then he realized her intentions, Muffet is willingly to shred this whole castle down along with them just to kill him! Ha, such bravado coming from spider, "Are you seriously willingly to sacrifice yourself and your home just to kill me? Do you not realize that I will just resurrect from it?"

Muffet knows that this will not outright kill that bastard, but she as hell would try. After all, she nothing else to live for. She lost her new family now. It was better to bring herself down with him than outright dying like this.

"Of course~ I am willingly to end you, even if I die along the process, Ahuhuhu~"

Her response greatly amused him to the point of smiling at her heroic sacrifice just to stop Frisk from personally killing her. Does she not realize that what Muffet is doing is hopeless? Ah well, she made her choice nevertheless.

"I hope you do not mind me consuming your remaining corpse after this whole ordeal is all over =)"

She in returned, just giggled at his response; unfazed at her coming death. "Of course dear," Muffet said as she continued, "But I hope my dear Sans will teach you lesson after he learned the news of my death, Ahuhuhu~"

"Sans?"

Frisk question was soon cut off as the entire castle was sliced down into pieces, shredding everything inside and the exterior of the building as the only faint sounds he hears is her icon's laughter before his vision goes black.

Chapter 13

"This is not a good time, RG1"

Burgerpants calmly sits on his comfy chair in the office, coolly staring at his police officer as they sit away from each other near the table.

"Like, dude. Reports of mass-murderer in the loose of killing people! We cannot just let it-"

The chief officer snapped back at him as he loudly smack the table with his clenched fist, "Listen, I just had a starting vacation but the moment of grieving loved ones starting to make calls on us, my vacation ran out of days in day one," he puffs from his cigar before continuing his speech.

"What pissed me off is the fact that all my hard work to earn a relaxing vacation was stopped to halt because of that bastard." RG1 cough from the lingering smoke in the office, forcing him to open a nearby window in the room to help him breathe better, "Sorry dude. But regardless of your frustration, we cannot let that psycho come to this town and start killing everybody man," the explanation paused Burgerpants for bit.

He sighs in defeat, letting out his last puff from the cigar before answering, "Fine, it is our duty to protect and serve the people. Any bright ideas in arresting our guy, especially how we can defeat him?"

Burgerpant's response was met with a shrug.

"Great, guess I have to this alone then," Burgerpants told him, standing up from his chair, "follow me kid," RG1 complied without any comment as the duo moved from room to room in the police station until eventually, they across a wall.

"Uh, dude? What am I looking at," asked RG1 as he confusedly looking at him and the wall.

"Its a wall," Burgerpants bluntly said, not showing any emotion or expression from his short sentence.

"Yes, I get that dude."

The chief officer rolled his eyes under his dark sunglasses as he placed his right hand on a specific part of the wall, causing the said wall to switch into a gallery of firearms.

"Holy shit dude!"

Burgerpants grinned from the display of firearms, "Pick whatever you like kid, there is plenty of these beauties around."

RG1 was excited at the many firearms in front of him, but one thing is to mention; does RG2 know about this and what is the plan?

"Um, dude. Like, what is the plan for arresting that guy?

The chief officer momentarily stopped his smoking, turning his whole body as he looked at him with a questioning expression, "Arrest? Kid, we are not going to arrest him. We are going to kill him," the last sentence brought RG1's attention.

"Kill? I thought it was our duty to arrest the bad guys, not use lethal use force unless we have to dude!"

Burgerpants calmly shook his head sideways in disagreement, "Usually, our protocol is to ask questions first and shoot if need be. But based on the reports of this psycho, I doubt reason will get through that nut head of crap."

Reports? Now that he mentioned it, RG1 was rather curious about where or how he knew the guy were to stop? RG1 need to pry on this subject, "Where you get the reports from?"

His boss casually walked to a nearby chair before sitting in a relaxing manner, "Our friend Sans had called me, telling me everything I know about the tulpa that is about to arrive and kill everyone here."

Tulpa?! RG1 did not expect that to come from his chief's mouth, "Woah! Dude, that was not monster or human were dealing with, but a freaking tulpa of all places?! Like, how do we defeat it, let alone kill it?!"

The dreaded expression of Burgerpants spoke enough, "We are unable to let alone kill or injure it. But we can give some time for the rest of the people to head into safety."

RG1 scratched his helmet in a confused manner, "Man, that means we are going to die from this? Aw, come on! Like, I have not even got a girlfriend yet," he whined from his response.

Burgerpants already knew from the moment Sans told him everything about that psychopath, they stand no chance against him. But at the very least, they can do something heroic and do their duty as police officers. It is their job after all, right?

"Hold on your horses, it is true that we are going to die tonight in this beautiful time. However, don't fret kid. Whether we die or survive, which I highly doubt that were going to win; at the very least, we will be remembered as heroes."

His boss is right. RG1 have not thought of that, even if he had not girlfriend and been killed without seeking his first love, their fame of defending the town people would be heard across the world and possibly, have fans after his death?

"All right dude, you got me. Where is my bro, RG2? Does he know anything about this," RG1 asked as he moved to a nearby chair to sit down because of his sore legs in standing for so long.

The chief yawned lazily, "Yes kid, I have," he responded with sarcastic tone of voice, "Anything else you want to tell me before we hit the road," Burgerpants continued.

"Hmm," RG1 scratched his chin in thoughtful display, humming as he searched in his mind for any question he has left to spill out. Until finally, an idea came to his mind.

"Yeah dude!"

Burgerpants looks at him, smoking in unamused display, "Well, spill it out kid. We do not have all day."

"Where did you sent the civilians off to?"

Expecting a proper answer, Burgerpants gave him mere casual shrug as he briefly explained of his question, "Hell if I know kid, just told them to go wherever they need to go," he answered bluntly as moment of silence erupted in the atmosphere before RG1 decided to have break the silence.

"Seriously dude? Like, you will not tell them about who we are going to face and sacrifice for?"

Burgerpants puffs another cigar before lazily telling with uncaring tone of words, "Nope."

Chapter 14

Frisk is finally here, he can see the town from a distance away from here, calm and cozy the people there must be living. It will not be long until he comes there and mercilessly kills every single one of them.

As he headed near the main street from nearby woods, Frisk noticed three monsters wearing blue police uniforms. One is a humanoid cat with sunglasses and cigar, occupied by two buff monsters wearing the same helmets.

He was ready to introduce himself to them, but something is telling him otherwise. There is a strange feeling that this whole ordeal is trap as it is not possible for the police to know about the threat through hearing rumors or sightings from it.

Either way, he does not care. Frisk will always come back from the dead no matter what it is; whether magic or physical attacks; all of them will never stop his goal of destroying this world and the awful stars that watch over it.

"Time to introduce myself, it would be rude to keep them waiting," Frisk quietly spoke to himself as he stepped out of the darkened woods onto the road, the moonlight illuminating his figure; causing the rest of the three to grab their attention.

"Jesus Christ dude!"

"Woah, you are ugly one!"

RG1 and RG2 shouted in surprise, disturbingly awestruck at Frisk's ugly appearance as he then casually walked toward them with his beloved axe a few meters before stopping.

"That is just rude," Frisk declared at them, "Is that how you greet a new friend," sarcastically asked by Frisk. One of them coughed as RG1 took the lead in their conversation, "Dude, like; why are you killing people," he said before RG2 continued his sentence, "It is really fucked up man."

Frisk tilted his head in confusion and curiosity, "What is so fucked up by killing bunch of random people," the response made the two vibrate in anger as they clenched their fists.

"Like, not cool dude, they have lives you know," RG2's loud voice reverberated the streets as RG1 then chimed in the conversation, "Lives you withdraw and never would see the light of day in seeing their loved ones again man!"

Rather of feeling remorse, Frisk sighs in boredom from hearing the same conversation when facing righteous opponents, "Lives? Who cares about them, really. They are eventually going to die one day. I am just saving them from their unacceptable demise. In the end, I do this because I want to," he stared at them, peering into their souls as he awaited their answer.

What he was greeted was shot in the bullet by his head, causing Frisk to easily regenerate from the sudden action as he coldly and sadistically at them, holding rifles.

"Finally, we can fight. But I must ask, are you really that stupid just to use firearms on me? Really? Do you not realize that I cannot be stopped by mere petty weapons and magic? What do you two have?"

To his surprise, RG1 and RG2 spoke in unison, their voices were filled with powerful energy of perseverance in willingly to stand against the inevitable, even if they are going to die in a place like this.

"Dude! We are not going to let you kill more people! Like, that is ever going to happen! We are here to stop you, even if we die trying man!"

They continued shooting, Frisk casually dodged them without making much effort before he finally decided to kill one of them with one swift strike from his axe through his speed alone.

"Gah!"

"Bro! No!"

The other one tried to punch Frisk, it was a fatal mistake as Frisk chopped his arm before piercing through his chest, grabbing a living beating heart before Frisk consumed into one big gulp as his head turned into a singular mouth; swallowing it without much trouble as the remaining killed officer dropped dead on the floor.

It was rather easy, too easy in fact.

Wait a minute! Where is that stupid cat! Frisk remembered there is another one, but where is that guy hiding?

His answer came to revelation as he noticed a flaming katana pierced through his stomach, setting himself into flame. He screamed in excruciating agony, the pain of fire burst through his soul and flesh like paper as he fell on the ground.

Frisk stared at him with hatred never before as Burgerpants coldly look down at his burning corpse with cigar on his mouth and the flaming katana on the other hand.

He wants to kill him! He wants to kill him! He wants to kill him! He wants to kill him!

How dare he do something like that to him?! Frisk never expected to have this type of unpleasant feeling before! He had always been tolerable to pain, hell; he loved every bit of it!

However, fire, that is something new. Frisk did not know that it would be this painful. This feeling will never leave after his done with him.

As Burgerpants calmly watch Frisk burned into ashes, a deep sigh of relief came from his tired expression, "Is it over? I doubt it is, but at the very least, I can see my boys again," he sadly looked at his dead companions. Burgerpants will miss them; they were like family to him, "It was nice-" his last sentence was caught off from being suddenly violently pinned down on the ground by the resurrected Frisk in front of him, this time; the genocidal psycho was anger than ever before.

"I will eat you alive!"

Frisk starts squeezing Burgerpant's head. Burgerpants tries to grab Armstrong’s arms to take them off his head, but it’s no use. So, Burgerpants then resorts to just rapidly punching Frisk. He continues to punch him in the face and chest, but Frisk's regenerative abilities stop it from doing anything. He attempts to scream for help, but nobody came. Eventually, Burgerpant's sunglasses broke as his eyes then popped out and fell to the ground along with his cigar.

However, he continues to punch and scratched in desperate plea, but as Frisk continues to crush his head, Burgerpant's teeth start to go out as he starts to bleed even more.

Eventually, Burgerpant's head explodes into a bloody mess as numerous blood lands on Frisk. He then noticed a presence from distance, causing him to turn around to see a mysterious knight standing a few distances away from him.

“Who might you be?”

Chapter 15

"The Great Papyrus."

Papyrus declared his name, coldly looking at the thing that had brutally killed and consumed these officers. Guilt overflow his heart, the pain of knowing that he was too late in saving innocent people had made him cringe at his lack of action.

How stupid was he? To be a terrible hero that lets people die? No, he must be better at being the hero that everyone needs. This time, he will not let anymore innocents perish under his watch.

"Hmm? The Great Papyrus? Ha! What a childish name," Frisk harshly commented, his voice distorted louder and demonic than ever.

Papyrus points his sword at him, his voice serious and cold, "Hear me villain! Your reign of terror has come to end! Surrender peacefully and I promise that you will be treated courteously under my care!"

Frisk snickered from his response before bursting out in laughter of Papyrus offer in mercy. Truly touching, "Ha ha ha! That is rich! Really, you must be some shining knight wannabe," his laughter died out as he continued his conversation, "But truly oh 'Great Papyrus,' do you expect me to lower my weapon and surrender? Not a chance," Frisk would rather die trying to surrender.

"I offer you chance of surrender, but I realize now that reason will not make you comply. Very well, it appears I have to fight you then. But make no mistake villain, my mercy remains and if you wish to surrender; drop your weapon or face swift justice."

Guess he has no choice in this situation then. Sans had called him earlier regarding this villain. He expected Frisk to surrender without any bloodshed, but he supposed that his brother was right after all.

This thing cannot be reasoned with.

Faster than the eye can see, Frisk appeared behind him; surprising Papyrus within moment before he blocked the attack with his sword, impressing and exciting Frisk as the villain jumped backwards before softly landing on the ground.

"Woah! I am impressed Papyrus! You remind me of that old geezer that I killed earlier!"

Old geezer? Oh no, please do not be him! He cannot bear to lose anymore of his friends to this villain!

"What..have you done with him," Papyrus coldly questioned, his eyes staring straight to Frisk's soul without blinking as the boiling rage began to erupt within him like a storming volcano.

Frisk smiled as his razor mouths shifted to terrifying monstrosity as his eyes widening in pure excitement from the revelation, "Are you perhaps, a friend of his," he questioned, finally hitting the nail on the coffin when Papyrus stopped from moving, continuing his ordeal.

"Too bad he died screaming like all my victims have."

Papyrus could not take it anymore. He lost Strong, especially the friends he made in this town. So many people were murdered because of his own incompetence. But no matter what happens to him, he will continue being the hero of justice as long as he keeps on breathing.

"Why," Papyrus asked with slight pause, "Why are you doing this? What is the point of murdering people who did absolutely nothing to deserve your rampage?"

Frisk tilted his head, amused of Papyrus trying to find the reason for his own motives. In truth, he has no motives, "What silly stupid question is that? How many times they have to keep telling me this crap," he angrily yelled, taking a few steps towards him before stopping.

"Just cut with this bullshit already. There is no good in me, there never was. I cannot be saved nor reasoned with. I torture and kill people because I LOVE doing it! That's it! There is no tragic history that results me in becoming a rampaging serial killer! It is what I am because this is how I feel alive to begin with!"

Papyrus understood, he sees that this irredeemable villain is incapable of being reasoned or saved. No amount of help and therapy can save someone like him. As much he hates doing this, he has no choice in the matter.

He teleported behind Frisk, his longsword raised up in the heavens as he actives a spell to enchant his sword into glowing holy light before bringing it down on the surprised Frisk as the villain's atoms become disrupted as Frisk is cleaved into half like sushi.

Papyrus knows the fight is not over, he momentarily slowed time in his perception as the sudden appearance of six Frisk charging straight at him appears in his sight. He then teleports up in the heavens, quickly aiming his axe at the sky as it rapidly charges into yellow light as the six Frisks collide with each other in group before Papyrus brings down his weapon, causing a holy projection toward them.

The beam of light pushed them further and further down to the earth's crust, their screams grew loud enough to the point of shattering the nearby windows at the large hole.

Eventually a large explosion erupted underneath the deep crater, creating an earthquake all over Sunnyvale within minute before it stops.

Papyrus then teleported near the deep crater, staring down at the hole he made. That was great timing to use, he mindfully regarded to himself with surprise and satisfaction.

He is finally glad that the villain is gone. As much he hates killing, there are times that Papyrus had to perform in taking out a life to save many. But regardless, this nightmare is over, right?

What the?! Papyrus can see something, a yellow light.. and electricity? This fight is not yet over it seems, pity to believe of defeating him. No matter how much that psychopath suffers, it will keep enduring no matter what.

A loud reverberated sound lasted within a couple of seconds as Frisk jumped out of the crater with a sick twisted smile plastered on him before he roughly landed on the ground with his held axe.

"Golly! That attack was excruciating! Almost the feeling of being burnt just like how that stupid cat did to me, ha!"

Chapter 16

Their weapons clashed, the sounds of blades making contact with other is reverberating across the town of Sunnyvale.

It felt like hours for both, even with Frisk's immense speed; he could not manage to properly strike him down as every time he brings down his axe, it is always blocked or even dodged.

How is this possible? Nearly all of his opponents are unable to comprehend his speed, but this knight wannabe can? This is rather both frustrating and interesting. Hopefully, Frisk can see more of his attacks to spice up the fight.

They continued striking each other's weapons, while Frisk was sliced and hit from time to time, he continuously regenerated from the injuries. However, Papyrus did not get a single hit or attack from Frisk as they continued their fight on the ground.

"Surrender villain! My mercy is still-"

Frisk cut off him in mid-fight, "Oh just shut up already," without wasting anytime, he instantly conjured two clones of himself from behind.

Papyrus safely teleported away as he aims his sword at the heavens; raining down holy beams of light from the sky onto Frisk.

The psychopath casually outrun and dodged the incoming projectiles within instant notice while pushing his clones to the beams of light just out of amusement, appearing just in front of him before being once more blocked by Papyrus's longsword.

"Oh come on! How are you keep doing this," Frisk loudly questioned, only to receive silence and kick on the head; throwing him a few meters on the left as he inevitability were crushed into a random empty store.

"Ouch," Frisk playfully commented before being cleaved once again by Papyrus enchanted longsword as Papyrus teleported back to the streets, watching Frisk regenerated within mere seconds.

"I see, so that is what makes you continuously keep moving forward. Putting you down is harder than I thought," Papyrus grimly announced from the revelation at hand. How could he defeat him? Let alone kill him?

"Yup," Frisk cheerfully said with pause as he casually placed his axe over his shoulder, "So, 'The Great Papyrus," what are you going to do? Stand up and fight like a hero, or die like the dog you are. Which would it be Papyrus?"

He gripped his sword, clenching hard enough that Frisk could hear the sounds of breaking bones from Papyrus hands, "I am the hero of justice! A superhero who strives to protect others that cannot protect themselves! A guardian and caretaker in helping others to see the better tomorrow! I will never falter from the likes of you, villain!"

Papyrus spoke with heroic bravado that even impressed and surprised Frisk from his sudden declaration of not backing down from a fight.

"Impressive Papyrus, most impressive," Frisk clapped in excitement, liquid red streaming down from his eyes as he continues his speech, "You are an excellent combatant and never have I expected someone like you before!"

"What is your point?"

Papyrus threatening sentence spew out from his mouth, causing a look of curiosity and confusion from Frisk.

"My Point? My Point is that you are giving me the thrill of a fight that I longed so desired Papyrus! You managed to block my attacks, cut me down to pieces and even with all of that, you just will not give up, will you not?!"

"You are sick," Papyrus mumbled quietly to himself. Out of all the villains he had faced in his career, he never would have expected to face against a bloodthirsty barbarian who only thirsted for fight and blood without care of the impact they made.

"Now, let us continue our dance, shall we =)"

They once again strike each other with their weapons, creating louder sounds to the point of producing sonic booms from every strike of their weapons.

Papyrus managed to slow down time in his perception, allowing him to accurately slice Frisk's legs before he was able to accordingly teleport above him from his attack when he momentarily sensed incoming danger.

As he looks down, he sees Frisk standing with his new regenerated while staring right back at him. Much to Papyrus dismay, Frisk produced two hundred of his clones by speed alone.

"I have to take them out, fast," Papyrus teleported each of them at blinding speed, his perception of time slowing down as he was able to strike them into pieces at a fast pace before going to the next among other examples until there is nothing but a single Frisk.

However, what happened next made him shocked beyond words.

"What is going on?"

Frisk says as he cries in confusion, crawling on fours in tears.

What is happening to him? Why is his opponent having a sudden change of gesture? Could it be act? Possibly a trap? As much as he wants to believe it, Papyrus other himself says otherwise.

"What...are you doing," Papyrus asked in disbelief from the sudden change of actions.

The mass murderer looked at him, his very eyes different from the once cruel and cold to something more genuine and confused, "Please, I-I cannot keep him forever! Please mister," Frisk begged as Papyrus carefully approached him with concern..and confusion.

"It is all right," Papyrus knelt down to comfort him, "Tell me what is happening to you and I will try my very best in helping you."

"It is just that you..."

"Just about what," Papyrus asked with uncertainty, looking at him in pitiful display.

"It is just that you...you are an idiot."

His eyes widened, Papyrus immediately felt the axe on his neck as it was sliced open by Frisk's surprise attack as he was successfully caught off-guard.

Frisk ominously stood, coldly staring down at his head with menacing smiles, showing no other emotion aside from sadistic victory.

Papyrus did not expect this, he truly did not. Even with his heroic personality, deep within him; he is always the same kind and forgiving of person he was before becoming the hero of justice.

All of this does not matter anymore, he can see his vision getting darker but he could say one more message; a message that carries his last willpower to the world.

"Ha..aha.. it appears I lost. My light of the world is vanishing between my eyes, but the hopes and dreams still exist in the hearts of many. Even if I die right here, no matter what happens; there will always be someone in this world that will stop you."

His last message came to an end as Frisk used his foot to crush his head into dust, leaving nothing but remnants from his headless body of corpse.

Chapter 17

A few hours passerby and no living soul has been found. Frisk was bored, extremely bored to be in fact.

Where the hell is everybody? Frisk knew that there is no doubt that the residents in this stupid town had started evacuating when he arrived. But something telling him otherwise.

"Boring," Frisk loudly declared, his hoarse and distorted voice echoed around him like an empty cavern. Should he leave? He checked nearly every building he found, only to exit with empty hand.

The streets were dead as bush, no sounds of life could be heard within the town, even insects were non-existed. Who would have thought that his mere presence alone could also frighten even the smallest creatures known to man?

An thought that made him quite happy in his accomplishments.

"Come on already! You people have to be here somewhere," Frisk sighed loudly in disappointment before siting down on nearby wooden bench he walked to. He then nonchalantly threw his axe away, not willingly to make the effort of placing it gently near him.

Frisk can see the dreadful stars above the heavens, coldly staring down at him in ominous nature. "It is as if they are alive," Frisk mumbled questionably while still staring at the stars.

They are looking at him, just like the ones he had seen back in that trashy castle. But what he does not get is the fact that they are still here.

"Are you enjoying this? Do you find this satisfying to torment me any further," he asked the stars, only to be met with their never-ending silence once more.

"FUCKING ANSWER ME ALREADY!"

Frisk hastily stood up from his seat, rage boiling inside of him as the continuously existence of the stars is once more driving him to the brink of insanity.

He hates them. Frisk wished that they would disappear, but no matter. His goal is still in his possession when he finds that ridiculous-looking skeleton.

As he was about to leave his spot, a glance of church took his interest.

"A church?"

Frisk had visited most of the known buildings in the town except for the church. An revelation that can relieve his boredom in lack of murdering people.

He wasted no time in getting his weapon and then walking up to the church's entrance, eventually coming face to face with a large wooden corridor. At first, he tried opening the door lock but it would not shift. Frisk was about to decide just to break the corridor with his axe but decided not to as it can bring unwanted attention to whoever lives inside.

"Guess, I have to play the quiet game."

After nearly minutes of searching around the exterior of the church, he eventually found the hidden key. Without hesitation, Frisk goes to the corridor and opens it, only to be met with fearful monsters.

"Oh! How I missed you people," Frisk took step inside, causing the frightened crowd to back away in fear, "Is that how you greet your new resident of this town?"

No answer.

Only one person approached him; Sister Undyne herself as she left within the crowd to confront him.

"Please, you do not have to this," She pleaded as she knelt down and begged on the floor in desperation, her voice raspy and hoarse from the built up stress just.

"Now why did I do that," Frisk asked, staring down at her with amusement.

"If you must, please spare them and kill me instead. Anything but these people!"

Her cries where cut short as Frisk nonchalantly chopped her arms with his arms, causing her to scream in agony before he placed his foot on her stomach.

"Are you sure? Your death will not be peaceful =)"

Despite the pain, Undyne was willingly to sacrifice herself for the others to be spared, "Do what you must as long as they are alive and breathing, that is all that matters for me," Undyne's answer came to a halt as monster child exited out the crowd, crying in tears from witness her incoming demise.

"Sister Undyne! Please don't die for us! You did so much for everyone in the town!"

Frisk mockingly commented, "Aw, look a kid that is terrified to see their hero die for them, how cute," his response resulted more of the survivors to stand up and side with the monster child as each of them began to spew out supporting comments for Undyne.

"Take us instead!"

"She does not deserve this!"

"Let this freak kill us Undyne!"

Undyne was in tears, she never knew that the people of the town truly loved her, but as much she is afraid of dying; she just will not give in her fear as she wants to know them alive.

"You are all fucking pissing me off," Frisk screamed in the top of his lungs as he then slashed and dice to decorate their splattered dust all over the walls and windows. No one was spared, the old and young, men and women were killed without any hesitation or remorse from his wrath.

The only remaining survivor was Undyne, a now broken nun who heard the terrible screams of men, women and children that were remorsefully butchered. A stream of tears flew down her eyes, staring back at Frisk as he turned to look at her.

"You know what? Letting you die like that is more satisfying than torturing or killing you outright. So how about I let you savor this tragedy, hmm?"

She could not speak, no more less even think properly. All of her spirits and mind are broken, unable to say or do anything at all as her once vivid and living eyes turn to the corpse.

"Pitiful, they call you their hero and savior, but cannot even protect them from the likes of me? How sad, it almost made me want to kill you but this is rather enjoyable in letting you suffer; knowing the hard truth as the darkness consumes your sight; all of this fault would be you."

Frisk happily exited, satisfied with what had happened until he sees a cute corgi running back into the van after it saw him.

"Cannot wait to get my hands on it =)"

Chapter 18

Sans did not expect the turn of events in how everything came like this. From one moment his life was normal; he had work, an awesome big brother and a cute adopted dog..until that thing came.

He truly does not understand how his life just turn upside down in moment. Was it because of his sad excuse of his laziness or was it because of his karma that is catching up to him now?'

None of this made sense to him. His standing in his judgement hall within the hidden church's basement, waiting for that twisted creature of tulpa coming to get him. Oh, he knows what is going to happen, he fights and eventually dies in the end as the whole world goes to oblivion after it absorbs his soul and the mass-murderer would reset the universe because of its own sick amusement, what a world he lives in.

He been spying the thing, watching it from a safe distance as the creature mercilessly butcher and taunt innocents that were unfortunate enough to be in its path, including his friends. Everyone he loves and cares about is dead, including..his cute corgi.

Sans swears that demon shall pay for murdering his friends and dog, there is no turning back; he already rang the church bell and Sans can sense the thing casually approaching him in the far distance of this place.

It is time to stand up for what is right and break his promise once again. For he is brave enough to fight until the very end, whether he likes it or not; the world is about to end; well as try his best to delay the inevitable.

His here, Sans thought with grimace as he looked at it in front of his very own eyes. Better just get to the point than continue his pointless rambling.

"How can you keep your head high after everything you have done? You stole a gift in what they called life. So now, if you take another step forward, prepare for living hell."

"So you must be Sans," Frisk distorted cackled in amusement, "How quaint, I expected you to be more...menacing."

"Menacing, I can show you something much worse than that pal," Sans eye-sockets became a void of darkness and his voice morphed into low-ominous tone as the sudden 'dangerous aura' Sans was emitting made the atmosphere around them more intense while Frisk's own body began trembling itself much to his shock.

"What the?!"

Why is his body trembling suddenly? Frisk is not afraid of this bonehead's intimidation, but his own form says otherwise.

As Sans eyes turned back to normal, causing the atmosphere and fear back to zero, he then continues their conversation, "So I got a question for you buddy, what is your problem?"

His problem? Ha! Frisk really wants to fight right about now, but first thing to do before he has his fun; he needs to learn more about something..important.

"Say Sans," Frisk asked without moving, "Is it true that when you absorb someone's soul, you become a living god?" the question made Sans freeze as his eyes flickered out of existence; giving a out expression of wary and fear from him.

"Heh," Sans shrug with his arms in nonchalant manner as his eyes flickered back to life, "What kind of soulless question is that bud?"

Frisk groaned of Sans pun, of course! This smiley trashbag is real comedian, aint he? To expect someone joking in time like this who has presumably lost their loved ones is both amusing and interesting to see altogether.

"Wow... you are so funny, Sansy, I take it that all you are trying to avoid my question, comedian," Frisk answered with a hint of sarcasm in his tone of voice.

Sans answer was a slight laugh, "Come on pal, do you expect me to answer your questions, after all," his eyes flickered out as Sans low-ominous voice became noticeable anger, "You are just a dirty piece of shit."

Instead of feeling taken back by Sans response, Frisk tilted his head in amusement and curiosity, "Hmm? You are mad? Why, I wonder?"

"Why," Sans eyes returned back to normal, however; his tone and gesture says otherwise,"You have murdered and tortured everything I held dear. And you took them away because of what? Your need to kill to satisfy your disgusting curiosity?!"

He yelled in anger while his face remained passive. But Frisk knows that he can sense the boiling anger coming from him, "Boohoo," Frisk mockingly wiped his own fake tears as a way to make fun of him.

"Then why did you not help them? You just let them die Sans! You let them die! And I am very curious my skeleton friend, why did you just sit back and let all of this happen, I wonder?"

Sans clenched his fists in anger, "Because I made a promise to myself that I will not kill unless I have to..."

"Now you have," Frisk chimed in, "So what are you going to do comedian? Keep your promise and let me kill you like weakling, or die trying?"

"Heh heh heh," Sans darkly laughed as his laughter reverberated across the endless hallway, "Sometimes, I wish this never happened. That I expected you to make some friends? But instead, you murdered all of them. So I will ask again.."

He dramatically closed his eyes, calmly breathing in and out before continuing his sentence, "If you take another step forward, prepare for living hell."

The megalomania took another step forward in an urgently state, excited at the upcoming fight as Frisk smiled in joy of what was going to happen.

"Welp, sorry old me, this is why I never make promises of myself," Sans says to himself before continuing as he opens his eyes to look at the monster that ruined his life, "It is rather a beautiful world outside, the sky is dazzling, the birds are singing, on places like this, freaks like you...should be burning in the fiery pits of hell!"

Chapter 19

Within in blink of a flash, Sans right eye glows in blazing orange flame before snapping his finger at Frisk.

Flames wrap around Frisk the moment Sunny snapped his finger at him, setting him ablaze in all its reddish-orange glory. He screamed, perhaps it even echoed back to the endless hallway or throughout the Sunnyvale he visited before with how otherworldly the pain felt. He hadn’t felt a pain like this until now.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Frisk laid on the floor, screaming in agony as Sans stood there, amused and satisfied with what he was seeing. "I do not really like killing," Sans commented before his eyes flickered out of existence, "But you deserve to rot in oblivion for what you done," he then instantly conjured an orange rune beneath Frisk.

Before Frisk could even register that he was in critical HP at number one, fast blazing bones suddenly pierced through all his body from the ground below, lifting him up in grand display.

The pain! Frisk never felt this before! It is worse than being burnt as the very pain he is feeling is to the degree of getting boiled alive!

"Buddy, if there is any good in you left," Sans tone became deeper and ominous as he continues, "You would not come back." Frisk glued his eyes at him, even being impaled and feeling the effects of KARMA, he could not bear to feel the boiling spite and anger at this skeleton, "KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL RIP YOUR SPINE AND SKULL!"

The skeleton gave a playful wink, "Come on buddy, you know I am doing a skele-ton of working right about now, heh," his response drove Frisk in the brink of rage and insanity as resurrected Frisk appeared in front of him with axe, ready to strike him.

What came next is the moment Frisk had lunged at him with his axe, he was instead pushed away two meters apart him much from his shock and surprise.

"What the?!"

Frisk loudly announced in confusion as he was violently thrown back and landed on the ground with his two feet.

"Surprise," Sans asked in amusement, looking at the dumbfounded Frisk as he too stared back at the skeleton with questioning response as Sans continued, "Hmm... based on your body language, it appears you resurrected yourself before you were burnt to crisp. Heh, did you got mad from my sans-national roast that made you came back from hell?

"How?! How is that when my axe made contact with you, my beloved weapon instead hit something invisible and was flown away?!"

Sans shrugged nonchalantly, "I do not know-"

"Shut up! Answer me!"

Woah, this freak is really pissed off, huh? Sans was having the time of his life. Even if he could not defeat this abomination of tulpa, at least he can make Frisk have a living hell before he himself is killed or worse, tortured.

"All right, I will give you an explanation..."

Frisk stopped all movement as he carefully listened, his eyes focused and squinted in serious and deadly display.

"Nah, just messing with you pal. Have this, instead," Sans conjured dozens of bones from behind before he launched them toward Frisk, forcing him to dodge all around.

"Huh, they were not kidding. You are hell-a fast," Sans commented with pun as he was impressed from the display he is witnessing with his very two eyes, "Oh, uh, I want to give you a hint; when you see red bones; try to go forward instead; all right?"

Red bones? What the hell is this bonehead talking about?

Sans cleverly manifested normal bones on every wall and ceiling around them with the only action to reach Sans is going forward as sudden red bones were thrown in front of Frisk.

With nowhere else to go other than going forward or back, Frisk followed Sans advice; but instead; he was tricked as when the red bones made impact on Frisk's physical form, it once more inflicted boiling pain as his HP is swiftly poisoned down to one before being killed once more.

"YOU MOTHERFU-"

His sentence was cut off when a lightning appeared from the ceiling before striking and turning Frisk into ash. "RIP," Sans jokingly said only to be met with pissed off Frisk that is about to drop his axe onto him, but before he could do that; Sans right hand became inflamed with fire as he telekinetic threw Frisk away apart as flames erupted all around his body.

"Fuck! Not this shit again!"

Frisk yelled in anger and pain, he hated being burnt and boiled alive! When he managed to find a way to beat this bonehead, he will be sure to first torture him before he crushes his stupid skull of head. As Frisk dropped down on the floor once more, Sans decided to chime in a conversation, "Say buddy. Is it me or is the room here getting hot?"

This Sans guy is not kidding, why is it- God dammit! How many abilities does this comedian have?!

"How are you this powerful?!"

Sans froze from Frisk's comment as he hums in mirth before answering, "Well, you can say that I am.. not as cool and strong like the very sun itself, heh."

His getting tired of this bullshit, Frisk wants to fucking murder and torture him from the end of times! Does this comedian think this is a game? That his some sort of funny guy?!

"I have enough with your shit and jokes, NOW DIE SCREAMING IN MADNESS!"

Frisk generated a golden lightning bolt on his right hand. Usually this spell is used for time when he is bored, but now is the time for him to use it. When it is successfully thrown at the target; the target experiences overwhelming knowledge in regard to the cosmos; causing the person to be dead, comatose or brain-dead.

As he rapidly threw at Sans at the speed of light, expecting it to bypass whatever shield Sans had; it instead backfired as the golden lightning bolt bounced off from his invisible shield.

"Are you done yet," Sans coldly asked in a bored tone of voice.

Chapter 20

Frisk is not done with him. No, he is far from it. No matter how much he tries to fight and dodge, this bonehead cannot die because of his stupid invisible shield! Moreover, the room is getting all hot for some reason!

"In your dreams Sans! Even if I keep dying here, you can never be able to kill me!"

Sans once again shrugged, not even bearing to look straight at him, "Welp, it is true what you say. But, uh, do you really want to keep going like this pal? Do you not realize that you destroyed people's hopes and dreams because of what you did?"

He froze from the comment, "What," asked Frisk as his furious eyes stared at him, "What are you suggesting? To give up," no way in hell is that going to happen! That comedian...

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Ha..HAHAHAHAHA!"

The skeleton took a step back, weirded out by Frisk's insane laughter as he points his axe toward him.

"Hopes and dreams. What a big joke, what is even the purpose of having them if we are all going to fade away at the end of our lives? Why show care if people are bound to die one day? Why bother trying when everything is going to be forgotten? Life is all but meaningless thing, there is nothing valuable in trying to live. None of this matters, nothing does; all of this is just a pointless endeavor we try to take part in. So why not have some fun before everything breaks and crumbles into dust?"

Sans stood there without a sign of movement, this freak is more crazier than he thought. What he is dealing with is someone who is far beyond redemption to the point that even death will not save them. That is right, he has to bring the big guns now.

"Well then...since you asked for it."

He conjured many of them, the guardian blasters Sans called it as. Big as truck, their eyes on each wing opened, one by one, glaring at Frisk. The most menacing part was the eye in the middle. It sent shivers to Frisk. It felt as if the devil was the one they were facing instead of Sans, despite the golden halo floating above it. Yes, the devil, Frisk thought, just like the first seraphim punished by God.

Frisk was lost for words, these beings or whatever they are emitting something otherworldly that even he could not comprehend what he had just witnessed. Moreover, Sans changed the room around them into an endless desert of hot blue morning sky.

"Bang," was the only sentence that came from Sans as they all charged their beam within four seconds before it fired in blazing orange projectile.

He needs to move now! Frisk regained his composure as he moved around the desert at the speed of light, dodging them as explosions could be heard all around.

"Shit!"

These explosions are fucking huge! Almost as they can wipe the god-damn town into atoms! But Frisk cannot now, he must land a strike even if it means nothing!

Seeing Frisk's determination and expertise in dodging the beams and explosions, he decided to bring out his last sleeve. But despite Frisk's focus on dodging the blazing beams from those guardian blasters, he noticed something huge hovering behind Sans much to his shock and awe.

A singular large Guardian Blaster that is the size of a mountain; its middle eye staring down at him as within a few seconds, it fires without any hesitation towards Frisk; causing a large splash of bright light around him as it envelopes Frisk into an explosion that could destroy a city itself.

"Its..done."

Or he thought. As the increasing massive smoke clears around the battlefield; his eyes widen in fear, for he himself never expected this to happen.

Frisk was able to slice him as the axe turned to golden aura; allowing the irredeemably monster to bypass his causality shield through reversing it. Sans was cut in half from his very eyes, witness his own before the darkness consumed his vision.

He..he did it! Frisk finally had managed to kill that bastard! But wait..

Frisk noticed something familiar, a glowing orange soul of heart is floating above Sans corpse.

Could..it be?..

When his hands touched Sans soul, power flow into him like god as he levitates up to the heavens, "YES! I HAVE ACHIEVED THE IMPOSSIBLE!"

Wicked smiles grew around his head, his teary eyes bleeding with joy.

"God."

As his final sentence came; the universe came to end. The world slowly vanished into non-existence. No more stars, no more life. Nothing but the darkness that accompanies Frisk.

But yet...there is something missing..something he has forgotten.

Boredom.

He was glad that those dreadful stars were gone, but the boredom is irritating him. There is absolutely nothing here to do. Sure, he can create planets and people to torture; but there is no fun in that.

"Ahh, I see then."

Yes, that would be more fun. He can reset the universe back to the state where he woke up from. Seeing the good memories of his victims repeatedly dying while seeing this bonehead of a comedian die in agonizing ways is more fun and enjoyable than being stuck here as a boring god.

Frisk decided. He will reverse time. As he bends the universe backwards, memories of his battles and the people he met are slowly taken away; his own eyes slowly turning from ruthless and psychopathic monster into lost and curious person.

Before even a word came out of his mouth, the abyss took his mind and soul altogether; leaving nothing but the memories he had made in his genocide to be erased out of existence. Starting from the very beginning of his journey to zero. A unending cycle that he will never remember.

***

Frisk woke up in gasp as he stands up from the grass, observing around his surroundings in a state of confusion as single questioning sentence came from his mouths.

"Where am I?"