ChrisTheMemeQueen

You were alone with Frisk, and the both of you were terrified. This was normal for you. This was normal, your mother getting absolutely smashed, yelling, and then she’d leave the house for a few long hours. And you, only fourteen years old, would hold your little sibling and try and calm them down while you waited for your insane mother to return. It was weird, almost being a parent at age fourteen. But who else would be? Your mother was usually drunk or gone. Sometimes, when you saw a shooting star, you’d wish that she’d get better. Or maybe leave forever. You’d wish you could disappear. You’d wish that you and

It’d been maybe a few months since the fateful day you fell into the Underground. Since the day you met Sans, since the day you fell in love with him all over again. Your memories still had not completely returned - Sans said they probably never would. But things had been oddly calm since your altercation with Mettaton. He’d sent his apologies after being chastised by Alphys, and you once again went into hiding. Monsters soon forgot about the human SOUL - assuming that Asgore had taken it. He hadn’t. And he was the only one still looking for you. He wanted a way out of the Underground, and you were that way. You, or Frisk, a

You’re elated. There you were, accepting death, when suddenly, Papyrus - Master Chef Papyrus - ran in with the whole squad in tow. You couldn’t be happier. You tried to move, but were pinned down again by Mettaton, who snarled at the skeleton quickly approaching. “P-Papy, darling, what’s this now? I wasn’t expecting visitors.” “METTATON, YOU CAN’T!” Being pinned down, you couldn’t see him well, but he sounded distraught, “THIS HUMAN IS A FRIEND!” “A friend?” The robot laughed, letting go of you. “You think this pathetic being - the one keeping us from go

Everything was so dark. So painfully, horribly dark. You couldn’t see a thing, and even if you could, you weren’t sure if you wanted to see anything. You looked down. Nothing. No hands. No legs. No body. You looked up. You seemed to be in a room of some sort, but you couldn’t make out everything in it. What happened? What brought you here? You couldn’t remember. Your head (or lack thereof) hurt like when you tried to remember things from previous timelines. You remembered a voice, but that’s about it. You hoped Frisk was alright. They had been there with you when it all went down – whatever “it”

You didn’t know who this person Sans kept talking about was, but something about the way he described them seemed vaguely familiar. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was… Something was familiar, and you were going to figure it out. He led you into a big tunnel, and the two of you soon found yourselves in a beautiful home unlike any you’d ever seen before. And standing near the front, waiting for you, was a tall monster that resembled a goat. You believed this was the ‘Toriel’ that Sans was talking about. She smiled at the two of you, beginning to speak. “Welcome to my home in the Ruins

Things seemed alright… For once, things seemed alright. Sans had told you everything, and you were starting to remember. You were starting to understand. It was honestly incredible! The only thing that concerned you was the possibility of a reset. Oh man, the idea of all this being reset… Of a timeline where you never actually fell into the underground and met the friends who you cherished so much… The thought terrified you. Losing Sans and Papyrus scared you. Not meeting the people who were your friends in other timelines scared you… This whole thing was a mess. And yet, Sans explained the power rested in the hands of

You spent most of the day talking to Alphys about the experiments she wanted to do. She asked about things like your interests, and your preferences for a monster body. This gave you a bit of pause, you wanted to still look a little humanoid, but maintain that you were a monster. The doctor suggested you be a robot, and followed up by saying she’d built one before - and he was a huge success! You couldn’t argue with that, and so you agreed. By the end of the day, you were lying on the couch, already thinking up different features you might want to have as a (temporary) robot. Your mind eventually drifted back to Sans, and how qui