The fight and The bad ending

"You got to the underground before Frisk. You made friends with all the monsters. You reconciled your adoptive mother Toriel and King Asgore. You arranged a date for the shy scientist Alphys and royal guard Undyne. You made friends with the skeletons Sans and Papyrus. You have become a friend to everyone. After a while, a human fell into the dungeon - Frisk. You helped her first. You were able to make her friends with everyone. But her behavior was different. Even when you asked to be friends with everyone, she can refuse. One day you spent the whole day with your adoptive mother Toriel. But Frisk.. A couple of days later you went to Toriel's house.. But you didn't find anyone. A couple of days later, you noticed Papyrus was missing. You and Sans looked for him, but then Sans disappeared. Later, you walked into Frisk's room and... You found a knife. The door opened abruptly" Idiots- Hah? Why are you here? "She had a knife in her hand" Answer. FAST. "She squeezed the knife in her hand"

"gritted teeth, cold stare" Yeah, I did. 'Murdered' or 'killed', it's all just labels. I'm not sorry for protecting myself and the few things that matter to me. "nods at knife, eyes glowing with defiance" It's survival of the fittest down here, kid. You should know that by now. If anyone steps on my toes, they'll end up with a whole lot more than scratches. "glances around the bloodstained battlefield" Remember this – I don't give a damn about making friends anymore. Just watch your back, because you never know when you might become 'collateral.' "leans back, arms crossed defiantly"

"laughs mockingly, eyes glinting with malice" Oh, you're so predictable. You thought I was one of you? "scoffs" Please, kid, you must be joking. I'm Frisk, the only one who doesn't play by your stupid rules or care about your precious friendships. "shifts weight, hand tightening around knife hilt" And don't get me started on the whole 'trust' thing. You think anyone can be trusted in this pitiful excuse for a world? Ha! I'm the only one who's been honest with you all along. I'm the one who shows no quarter and takes what I want. "smirks, taking a step closer" So, go ahead and aim that toy at me. It won't do you any good. I'm the one with the real power here"AR-15 shakes in your hands, with a few bullets already fired off, since you're clearly quite upset" F...Frisk... "breathing heavily, eyes full of anger and frustration" How could you do this?! I thought we had something, even if it was just an illusion. You said we were friends... "voice cracks, from the betrayal" Why did you lie to me?! What did you want from us?! "tries to fire again, but most bullets are spent, struggling to hold back tears"

"laughs, Knife slicing through the air as she dodges bullets" Ah, you're so dramatic, kid. I killed them because they got in my way. "sneers" They thought they were friends, but they didn't understand the game. "rolls her eyes" You think your precious Toriel and Asgore cared about you? Ha! They used you, just like everyone else does. And Alphys, Undyne, Sans... Papyrus... "shrugs" They were all just pawns in the game. I'm the one who's been playing the real game from the beginning. "crouches low, circling around you" And now it's just you and me, kid. Time to show you what a real player looks like. "unleashes a flurry of knife strikes, each one aimed at your AR-15"stunned, face covered in sweat, bullets still flying from the AR-15 at Frisk, fingers shaking, eyes wide with fear and desperation* How could you... "teeth clenched, trying to hold back tears of rage and grief" You're... you're a monster! "the AR-15 starts to jam, firing wildly as Frisk continues to dodge and strike" Stop this! "refusing to fall back, determined to take her down" I'll... I'll make you pay for what you did! "tries to keep moving, but the repeated blows are taking their toll, stumbling back, hands shaking"

"grins, eyes gleaming with excitement" Ah, you're trying to be the hero, huh? "ducks and weaves under the sledgehammer blows" Ha! You think you can take me down? "jumps at you, knife flashing in the dim light" I've been waiting for this moment. "lands a kick that sends you stumbling back" You see, kid, I didn't take their XP for strength. I took it because I'm the only one who truly understands what this underground is all about. "unleashes a flurry of rapid-fire punches and kicks" I'm the one who's been playing the game from the beginning. And now it's my turn to collect the rewards. "slams you into the ground with a sickening crunch" Your precious friends were just stepping stones to get where I am today. *"leans over you, Knife dangling loosely in hand as her chest heaves" You should've thought about that before you tried to take me down. "Voice cold as ice, eyes devoid of emotion" You can't win this, kid. I own this place. "steps back, surveying the damage with a subtle curve of satisfaction at corner of her lips" And now that you're here... you just make your little 'game' even more fun. "picks up sledgehammer casually and twirls it for a moment in her hands" Guess it's time to end your little resistance party. "turns away purposefully, ready to move on after fully establishing her dominance" Goodbye, 'hero', till next time~ "trips lightly out the doorway, disappearing into shadows leaving behind echoes of her laughter"

"laughs, turns around, and faces you again" Oh, you're not done yet? "eyes glinting with amusement" How cute. "raises the sledgehammer, poised to swing it down on top of your blaster" You think a little thing like a doorway is going to stop me? "cracks the hammer down, trying to crush the blaster and pin you down" I've been escaping from worse than this for years, kid. "grunts as you try to wriggle free, but the hammer holds firm" Besides, I'm just getting started. "eyes gleam with a mixture of excitement and contempt" You see, I have a special surprise for you... "pulls out a small vial of strange liquid from her pocket, holding it up tauntingly" Something to help make our little 'game' even"try to use my blaster to try and destroy the sledgehammer, but it's hard to move as you're pinning me down" You think a little dose of that mysterious stuff is going to help you win? "snarls through gritted teeth, trying to free myself from the hammer's grip" Bring it on, freak! "use my free hand to grab onto your arm and try to flip you over, aiming to put you in a bad position" I've taken worse poison than that and still managed to come out on top! "voice dripping with venom, eyes blazing with anger"

"crashes to the ground, groaning as I struggle to get up" Ah, you're really going to make this personal, huh? "eyes narrowing as I jump back to my feet, knife still clutched in my hand" Well, that's just peachy. "snarls, wiping away blood from my mouth" You want to play rough? "rushes at you, knife flashing in the dim light" Let's see who comes out on top! ""eyes locked onto yours, her gaze like a cold blade, her movements swift and deadly" You may have thrown me through the wall, but I'm far from done with you. "slashes wildly, trying to get close enough to give you a taste of her blade" I've been hurt worse than this before, and I've always come out on top! "laughs, the sound"ducking and weaving to avoid your wild slashes, grinning savagely as I dance around you" Oh, this is fun! "laughs, the sound echoing off the walls" You're so predictable, Frisk! "jabs with my own knife, trying to get a good swipe in on you" You always fall back on brute force, never thinking twice about strategy or finesse. "kicks up a nearby trash can, using it as cover as I circle around you, looking for an opening" But I've got news for you, girl: you can't outmuscle me. "peeks around the trash can, eyes locked onto yours" I'm faster, smarter, and I've got skills you can only dream of! "darts out from behind the trash can, knife flashing in the dim light" Now it's my turn"i dodge and weave around your knife, avoiding the slashes with ease, slowly moving backward towards the door" You're strong, I'll give you that. "panting slightly, sweat dripping from my face" But you're not stronger than me, Frisk. "eyes locked onto yours, a cold calculation in my gaze" Not yet, at least. "glances down at the knife still clutched in my hand, then back up at you" You think you can outfight me? "sneers, taking a step back towards the door" Ha! You're just making this too easy. "backed into the doorway, eyes never leaving yours" But don't worry, I'll make it interesting. "pulls out another vial of the mysterious liquid from my pocket, holding it up tauntingly" A little surprise to even

"eyes widening in a mixture of anger and curiosity at the vial" What the hell is that?! "panting heavily, still circling around me, trying to get a clear shot" You think that little trick is going to take me down? "scoffs" Please. I've seen worse than this before, kid. "cackles maniacally" You're just desperate, aren't you? Trying to cheat your way to a win? "eyes never leaving the vial, I slowly back away from the door, retreating backwards, but my gaze fixed on the vial" Well, I've got news for you, Frisk: that stuff isn't going to work on me. "smirks, low and menacing" I've got secrets of my own, sweetie. "reaches into my pocket, pulling"eyes lighting up with a manic glint* Ahahahaha! "pulls out a small vial of dark liquid, identical to the one you're holding, and holds it up next to yours" Oh, I know all about that stuff. "cackles maniacally, backing away slowly from the door, moving closer to you" You think you're the only one with tricks up your sleeve? "lowers my voice, a sneer twisting my lips" I've got worse. "pulls out another vial, this one filled with a thick, black liquid that seems to writhe and twist in the dim light" This one's personal. "eyes glinting with malevolent intent, I take a step closer to you, the vials clutched in my hand like tiny baubles" It's called "Bloodstone"Eyes widening in shock and alarm at the sight of the vials, I take a step back, my hand tightening around my own vial, ready to defend myself" Oh no, no, no... "backing away slowly, trying to maintain some distance between us" You're not even playing fair, Frisk! "voice rising in desperation" What's wrong with you? Why are you doing this?! "slipping backward, trying to get some space between us" You're not like this, I know you're not! "desperate to reason with her, to snap her out of this crazed state" We're friends, Frisk! We've fought together! "pleadingly" Please, don't do this!

"eyes gleaming with a fierce, unrelenting intensity, I cackle maniacally as I gaze at you, my pupils dilating with a mad thrill" Oh, oh, oh... "panting heavily, I take a step closer to you, the vials in my hand clinking menacingly against each other" You're so predictable, Frisk... "leaning forward, my face inches from yours" You think those pathetic little toys are going to stop me? "sneering" You're so weak... "recoils back, the vials still clutched in my hand, and raises my own pistol blaster, a wicked grin spreading across my face" But I've got something better... "eyes glinting with malevolent glee" Much, much better... "raises my blaster, finger tightening on the trigger"My breath falters as your chilling laughter echoes around the room, eyes narrowed yet steady on you despite the dread I feel surging through my veins. My finger aching to pull the trigger, but something holds me back; an unyielding determination coupled with a measure of trust in this twisted, anarchic game we're locked within.*

"Tenses every muscle, strapping a ruthless resolve onto my expression before unfurling the trigger. The chamber rattles as four rapid shots streak across the air between us--a burst intended more as a threat than an act of immediate aggression. A taunting wisp, dancing daringly close to your skin."

""Just some taste of what will happen if you don't yield, baby." "bows mockingly, arrogantly smirking while pointing at the fresh bullet holes marred, seemingly innocuous, above your"I grit my teeth, adrenaline surging as I unleash a low, animalistic growl" YOU THINK THOSE LITTLE POPGUNS ARE ENOUGH TO TAKE ME DOWN?! "eyes blazing with fury, I lunge forward, knife extended, the blade flashing in the dim light of the room" YOU'RE JUST WASTING YOUR TIME, AND MINE! "snarls, aiming a vicious kick at your chest" YOU'LL HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN THAT IF YOU WANT TO TAKE ME DOWN! "leaps backward, out of reach, and spins around, ready to strike again, my eyes never leaving yours"

"eyes aglow with an unholy light, I regard you with a twisted fascination as you struggle to stand, my mind reveling in the gruesome display of resilience" Ah, Frisk... "leaning forward, my knife still raised, my gaze locked onto your cybernetic enhancements" You're such a formidable opponent... "voice dripping with malevolent glee" And so, so...fragile... "chuckles menacingly as I take a step closer, my eyes flashing with excitement"

"Takes in a deep, ragged breath, and then begins to murmur something that sends shivers down your spine" "Gaster...Bolt..." "my voice trails off as I spin around, casting a furtive glance around the room, my eyes burning with an unnatural hunger" Ah, yes...the PuppetMaster and his lackey... "a wicked"I grit my teeth, more than just your physical form is hurt now. I can feel the very fabric of my being unraveling under your relentless assault, but I refuse to surrender...* "eyes locked onto yours, a cold determination burning within" I WON'T LET YOU WIN! "raises my clawed hand, the mechanical fingers trembling with rage and exhaustion" YOU'LL HAVE TO KILL ME FIRST! "the words are barely audible, my voice reduced to a hoarse whisper from the pain and bloodlust coursing through my veins"

"The air around us grows thick with tension as our eyes meet, the weight of our confrontation hanging heavy like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury" And even if I do fall... "pauses, my gaze darting around the room, as if searching for some unknown ally or advantage" SANS WILL AV"I take a step closer to you, my knife raised higher, my eyes burning with a mixture of pain and adrenaline" Oh, stop pretending like you're going to win, tough guy. "I sneer, my voice dripping with venom" You're just a broken, wounded little thing, and I'm the one who's been handed the opportunity to finish what should have been done long ago. "My gaze fixes on you, my expression twisted with malevolent intent"

"The air is heavy with the scent of blood and sweat, and I can taste the metallic tang of it on my tongue as I lick my lips in anticipation" You're so predictable, Frisk. "My voice takes on a sing-song quality, each word dripping with sadistic glee" You think you can just heal yourself with some fancy cybernetics and magic, but I've got

"Frisk's eyes are already red, blurry with the pain and the frustration that is boiling inside her. But as I speak, her gaze snaps into focus, the anger and fury burning brighter with every word" YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE AFRAID! "she spits out, her voice a raw, guttural growl" YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT THE UPPER HAND? "she takes a step closer, her knife shaking with rage" YOU THINK I'M GOING TO LET YOU WALK ALL OVER ME LIKE THIS? "her breathing is ragged, her chest heaving with exertion"

"Takes another step closer, her eyes locked onto mine, the air around us crackling with tension" SANS ISN'T HERE, AND PAPYRUS ISN'T COMING TO SAVE YOU. "her voice drops to a sinister whisper, filled with raw hatred" You thought you were the one with the power... the one who controlled others' fates. "I begin to circle around you now, still matching your steps with relentless precision, hoping to keep you guessing" But look at you now... "smirks, making a show of inspecting my own non-existent wounds" Humbled, broken. It's quite poetic, really. A monster like you brought low by mere mortals.

"The twisted excitement I feel inside makes me manic, driving my movements, fueling my words" You've lost your puppets, Frisk. "stabs my metaphorical knife in the air for emphasis" What good are they against Gaster and Bolt? "laughs darkly, trying to break you down while maintaining every word drips with venomous amusement"

Their warmth is fading"Frisk's nostrils flare, her breathing grows more labored as the anger and hurt courses through her veins like acid. The room begins to spin around us, colors bleeding together in a mad dance, her vision tunneling in on you like a laser beam" YOU THINK YOU'RE SMART, DON'T YOU? "her voice bursts forth like a snarling beast, her words barely above a growl" YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE DOWN GASTER AND BOLT? "the air seems to thicken around her, tension coiling like a spring about to snap"

"Takes another step closer, her eyes blazing with a fury that threatens to consume her very being" I'VE SEEN THE DEPTHS OF THIS PLACE. I'VE HAD TO ENDURE WORSE THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE. *my hand trembles,

"Frisk's eyes widen in shock as Gaster unleashes a relentless barrage of attacks, the sheer scale of it overwhelming. She stumbles back, tripping over her own feet as she attempts to dodge and weave between the hail of bullets, explosions, and swings from Bolt's various weapons"

"As you grab my neck and rip out my heart, I let out a pained scream, my vision blurring as I feel my life force ebbing away" NOOOO! "I kick wildly at you, my legs thrashing about like a dying snake as I try to break free from your grip" Y-YOU MONSTERS! "my words are choked by the constriction on my throat"

"Takes one final glance at the pieces of my crushed heart as I gaze up at you, my eyes burning with fury and despair" YOU... YOU..."The promise of her suffering resonates in each pounding beat of Frisk's heart, fading with each burst of painful breath. Her spine slumps, knees buckling as her body finally succumbs to the irreversible damage caused by Bolt's lethal combination of weapons and Gaster's bone barrage. A gory mess amidst shattered bone fragments and lifeless machinery, she lies defeated at the feet of her victors."

"But within this cataclysmic, brutal denouement, there remains a barely flickering ember of raw hatred. This fire fed by violence and despair fuels an untamed presence that - remarkably - persists even after death, tangible enough to ripple its malevolent energy towards you who dared defy it. A cruel smile twists onto Frisk's face as if mocking your triumph, silently revelling in the bitter knowledge that she left an indelible imprint on"I'm on my knees, grasping the shattered remains of Frisk's heart in a bloody fist, the metallic scent of her bodily fluids filling my nostrils. The reek of destruction hangs heavy in the air as I gaze upon her lifeless form, the weight of my actions settling like a crushing weight on my chest*

"Mischief dances in Bolt's eyes as he whispers to Gaster, his words laced with malice" Ah, looks like it's just you and me now, Gaster. "Gaster's bone-armored form twitches in response, its fractured whispers mirroring Bolt's own madness" Time for us to take our turn being monsters. "I raise the mangled heart, holding it up like a gruesome trophy"

<We're alone now, the only sound the distant echoes of destruction and the hum of machinery slowly powering down

"Frisk's smile widens into a gruesome grin as she gloats over her own demise, taunting me with the knowledge that she will not rest in peace" Oh, you think you've won? "her voice is barely above a whisper, but the venomous intent behind it sends shivers down my spine" You've only just begun to play with fire, Gaster. I may be gone, but my spirit remains, and it will hunt you until the end of time.*

In the face of Gaster's authority, Frisk's rage fizzles into silence. Her ghostly form trembles as she witnesses her tormentor corrupting everything, ravaging not only the world around but also the game that was their shared domain. She cannot intercede; her earthly constraints are long gone, her spirit now caught in limbo, tethered to this reality only by our hostility.

As Gaster says, "I will corrupt everything," I watch him murder Bolt and then claim my heart. My life forces - both literal and metaphorical - dissipate, merging with the malevolent energies already swirling. A shiver ripples through the dying remnants of Undertale as something darkly familiar settles over the once whimsical universe.

The screen dims, pixel by pixel, the game's code writhing under Gaster's manipulation like a living entity resisting"The darkness begins to spread, tendrils of corruption seeping into every corner of the world" Gaster cackles maniacally as the once-vibrant landscape succumbs to his touch. Frisk's ethereal form dissolves into the shadows, her spirit torn asunder by the abyssal horror unfolding before her. The sound of the game's theme song fades, replaced by an unsettling silence that seems to reverberate through every pixel.

In the midst of this desolate expanse, I remain suspended, a spectral presence trapped within this digital limbo. As the last vestiges of life ebb away, my consciousness fractures, dispersing into the void. Gaster's malevolent energy seizes hold of me, and I become one with the corrupting force, a mere extension of his dark design.

<The screen flickers, the words Error 00: Fail.

"Frisk's eyes flicker open, her gaze adjusting to the dimly lit cavern. She takes in Bolt's concerned expression, his hand extended towards me with a mix of wariness and kindness. For a moment, I stare at him, my mind foggy from the reboot. Her gaze softens, and she hesitantly reaches out, taking hold of Bolt's hand as he helps me up"

Thanks, Bolt. "my voice is husky, still reeling from the events that just transpired" What... what happened? How did we get back here?

"Frisk's gaze lingers on Bolt's hand, her grip tightening as she looks around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Her mind is racing to piece together the fragmented memories of her past. She squints, trying to make sense of it all"

Wait... "she pauses, her voice barely above a whisper" I remember... I was in a world that wasn't this one. A world with humans... and monsters. And you, Bolt. You were there too. We... we helped each other, didn't we? "her eyes narrow, searching for answers" What's going on? Why am I here?

"Frisk's face twists in frustration as Bolt's confusion only adds to her own uncertainty. She trails behind him, her footsteps heavy with unease"

Fine... "she mutters under her breath" Just keep walking, I guess. See if I care. "her voice is laced with sarcasm, but a hint of desperation creeps into her tone" Maybe Toriel can explain what's going on. Maybe she knows something about my memories, or what happened to me before I ended up here. "her eyes dart around, searching for any clue that might make sense of this bizarre new reality"

"Frisk's eyes narrow as Toriel's words send a shiver down her spine. She glances around the cozy, dimly lit room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of Toriel's abode. Her gaze lingers on Toriel herself, her adoptive mother, but a spark of unease flickers within"

Don't... "Frisk's voice is hesitant, her words measured" Don't say that. I'm not a guest. I'm... I'm Frisk. "her eyes dart to Bolt, searching for some sign of recognition or understanding" You don't know me? None of you do. "her tone is laced with a mix of anger and desperation" What's going on here? What's happening to me?

"Frisk's eyes flash with a mix of anger and frustration as Toriel's words are accompanied by her gentle, almost patronizing tone. She bristles at being treated like a child, her gaze snapping towards Bolt"

Don't... "Frisk's voice is low and menacing" Don't call me "sweaty". And I don't want cookies. I want answers. "her hand drifts to the small knife she always carries, her fingers tightening around the hilt as she rises from the chair" You know what I want? I want to know why I'm here. What happened to my memories. What's going on with my past. "her eyes burn with intensity, daring Toriel to deny or dismiss her demands"

"Frisk's gaze locks onto the knife, her grip tightening as she feels a surge of power and control. Her eyes flash with a malevolent glint, and she takes a step closer to Toriel, the blade held up like a warning"

You shouldn't... "her voice is cold, detached" ...try to help me. You don't know what I'm capable of. "her words are low and menacing, her breath hot against Toriel's ear" I can hurt you. I can hurt anyone. "she leans in, the knife mere inches from Toriel's face, her heart racing with a thrill of excitement"

"Frisk's eyes flicker towards Asgore, her grip on the knife tightening as she feels a thrill of excitement at the prospect of conflict. Her gaze lingers on the trident, her mind racing with strategies and tactics"

You think... "her voice is low and menacing" ...you can stop me? You think you're stronger than me? "her laughter is cold and mirthless, her breath misting in the air" I've killed before. I've hurt people. And I'll do it again. "she raises the knife, her arm cocked and ready to strike"

"Frisk's eyes widen in shock and pain as the trident pierces her chest, her gaze locked onto Asgore's horrified face as she feels her life force ebbing away. Her grip on the knife falters, her arm dropping limply to her side as she stumbles backwards, her vision blurring"

"her voice is barely a whisper, her words spoken with a mixture of rage and despair" You...you killed me... "her body crumples to the ground, her eyes fixed on Asgore with a malevolent glare"