A/n: Konichiwa, pinksterz! 💕

Are you guys having a good day? Yes? That's nice, 'cause I'm totes jealous of you. The title above is a title for a oneshot, this is not an author's note.

The bad news is, there would be a delay on "...". Long story short, it's gone, deleted, Poof! So I'll have to rewrite it all over again for the second time. ;w;

The good news is, a really dear friend of mine lent me this wonderful work. I keep telling them that I don't think I want to take something that isn't mine, plus, their writing was, dammit, amazing! Like wow, so I hesitated. But they insisted, and I want to thank them and apologize for this. I'm sorry for having you involved in this, my dear friend. You know, you shouldn't have. TwT

This oneshot was entirely written by Saviorbook so please, if you guys haven't checked them out yet, throw this piece of trash away, and quickly, QUICK! Head on to their account right now!! Come on, click that mention up there, follow them, FOLLOW EM! Check out their works, 'cause it's like no other, I can guarantee you that, their writing, their skills, the way it all flowed in such harmony, please! Plus, they're super nice, they lent me this, thank you, you really are a Savior. ;w;

Now, without further ado, "I'm Back!".

Dusttale

Dusttale is probably one of the most well-concepted AUs ever made (in my own opinion XD). It follows after a seemingly never-ending path to Genocide, driven especially by Frisk, under the possession of an unrecognizable entity, we all know by the  demon who comes when you say it's name; Chara.

After several, no, countless resets, Sans takes on the role of being insane, believing that killing everyone with his own bare hands could be an act of 'mercy', 'sparing everyone from the LOVE-stained hands of Chara'.

In the end, however, soon realized his mistake, and the real meaning of mercy, after Frisk managed to break free from possession, saving him from the attempted murder of the child who held them captive.

Well, even insanity stories does have happy endings, amiright?

Wrong! >:3

Get ready, for another torture, pinksterz💕, mwehehehe...

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It was calm. Wind whistled throughout the underground, the snow blew colder than it ever had before, and Sans, while he knew why, no longer had the capacity to care. Papyrus was next to him, and as far as he was concerned, that was all that mattered anymore.

“BROTHER… WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL HER?” It was still odd to hear such a quiet venom come from his little brother.

“i just want to wait a little longer...” Sans had been holding off from answering this question ever since the demon had taken his kill.

“I DON'T UNDERSTAND… THE HUMAN WAS RIGHT THERE. YOU COULD'VE JUST PUT A BONE STRAIGHT THROUGH HER SKULL. WHY DIDN’T YOU?” A tear came from the older skeleton’s socket.

“BECAUSE I STILL LOVE HER!” As soon as he said it, he shut down. He hated thinking about it, about her, how she made him feel, what they were…

“SANS… WHAT DO YOU MEAN, STILL?” Sans froze in place as Papyrus floated there, judging him.

“heh… i really hoped i wouldn’t have to tell you any of this. heck, i don’t even really know why i’m going to...” He trailed off, not realizing that Papyrus had already faded, and he was left to talk to himself. (Not like that was new.)

“there are these things called resets… i’m not very good at explaining it. heh. i don’t know much about it myself, but the short of it is that frisk can cause them, these time anomalies. she would never do it if she didn’t have to...” He didn’t realize he had stopped talking until much later, but that didn’t keep him from thinking about everything further.

He thought about what needed to of happened in order for her to reset. He thought everything had been going so well. They had a relationship, a beautiful and magical relationship where they didn’t hesitate to proclaim their feelings to the other or defend the other no matter the situation. Why had she reset? Was she bored? Did something bad happen? Why did she kill them? Why did she do it over 300 times? Did she feel any guilt? Did she hate him? Did he hate her now?

At this question, Sans stopped and didn’t hesitate to whisper a harsh no into the air. It was if he had to confirm it, not only for himself, but for the universe that was trying so desperately to keep them apart. Then, Papyrus showed up again, another obstacle to cloud Sans’s judgment.

“WHAT WERE YOU SAYING NO TO?” He sounded more distant than ever, as if he was just a figment in Sans’s dwindling sanity.

“heh, nothing paps. i was just thinking aloud.”

“WAS IT ABOUT FRISK AGAIN?” Sans jolted his skull up, looking directly at the specter.

“DO NOT CALL THAT DEMON BY THAT NAME!” Papyrus raised a brow bone in sickening curiosity.

“WHY NOT? IS THERE A PARTICULAR REASON YOU DON'T WANT TO CALL THE HUMAN BY HER NAME?” His tone was thick with a fake sweetness making its way through every word.

“i don’t know what the demon’s name is, but it most certainly is not frisk.” He crossed his arms, looking directly into the eyes of his diseased brother.

“how do you even know her name?” Sans never did receive an answer; his brother had vaporized into nothingness by the time the words found their way from his mouth.

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“Please, please stop this!” Chara’s eyes were glistening with the hate that she had gathered from the countless gods that thought they could commit heinous acts without consequence.

“It’s not my fault, Frisk! We both know this. You couldn’t fight them, and you asked me to do it for you.” Chara’s voice surrounded the brunette, resonating through every fiber of her soul.

“If I had known this would happen, I never would have asked you to do anything. Now you’re hurting our friends because you want to.” Chara gave a sickly sweet smile…

“Oh, poor little Frisky… Did you forget that we’re not the only ones doing it? Your precious little boyfriend stole our EXP and killed his own brother… Is what we’re doing any worse?” Frisk jolted a little, remembering the look of acceptance plastered on Papyrus’s skull as it crumbled into dust.

“Fine. You’re both in the wrong. I want my body back, I want control of my soul again, and I want you to have never been consumed by Hate. However, I know that out of all of those, the most likely one I’m going to get is my soul, and if I have to fight with you until the very end… Well, I was too weak to do it before, but now, I won’t hesitate.” Tears welled up in her eyes as the shackles that we’re keeping her chained to the walls of her soul became tighter.

“I can’t wait!” While Frisk knew that Chara was far too gone to be saved, she also noticed as the demon her friend had become let an actual tear slip from the black goo that seemed to stain her face.

They came across Muffet, and while the demon wanted to just continue, Frisk remembered a golden flower she had picked up at the beginning of their journey.

“Can I put the flower down? It will only take a second, and you’d like the storage space for items that provides healing, right?” The Chara Frisk remembered gave a small smile, knowing what Frisk had in mind.

“Tch! Whatever… Make it quick.” Frisk felt the chains slip away, for only a second, placing the golden flower on Muffet’s dust. She winced as she felt the chains slip on tighter than ever.

“I hope you’re happy that we wasted time on a stupid spider.” Despite the pain, Frisk gave a cheesy grin and nodded vigorously.

“You know, since we passed Papyrus, you’ve been awfully quiet. What have you been doing to pass the time?” Instead of an answer, the demon was met with more silence, and honestly, she couldn’t care less. She wouldn’t have wanted to hear the answer anyway.

Throughout the entire time they had spent hunting down monsters, Frisk had been growing her determination by thinking of times she was happy and wanting nothing more than to go back to that.

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{They had been dating for awhile, both completely new to the concept. Their first date was probably the most awkward event to have ever happened. They decided they would have dinner at one of the only places Frisk liked being at on the surface.

That date was full of blushing, apologizing, and forgetting how to be even relatively normal.

“So, Sans...” An awkward pause.

“yeah, firsk?” Way to go, messing up your date’s name.

“Anything on the menu you like?” A quick glance at a menu neither of them were paying attention to.

“uh, yeah...” Another pause.

“Cool...”

“...”

“...”

“sorry, do you just wanna get out of here?” Frisk breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sorry… Yes, please.” Sans extended a hand and away they went. (Don’t worry, it’s not like they stayed long enough to order anything anyway.)

“Why are we in Waterfall? I get everyone to the surface, and you pick the most scenic place in the underground instead of a cramped city park? I’m shocked.” She put a hand to her chest in mock hurt.

“well, would you look at that… we got away from a date place, and now, we can both talk normally again.” She gave a small blush as she lied back in the grass by the river’s bank.

“Do you know why that is? Because I’m kind of stumped.” He chuckled as he lied next to her.

“maybe dates just aren’t our thing. of course, i want to take things seriously, and i plan to do just that. but, instead of ‘normal’ couple things, we could just do casual dates? i think all i need in order to be happy is have you by my side and just have us talking. is that too cheesy?” He gave her a glance as she snuggled into his side.

“Nah, I think that’s a pretty gouda idea.” He blushed a bit and chuckled as he came up with his own rebuttal, and they continued exchanging corny jokes far into the night.

The next few dates came naturally to them, and the most ‘romantic’ thing they did was watch an awful rom-com while making fun of it. After that, there were double dates between friends, and they started becoming more comfortable with the idea that there existed a balance between their brand of romance and the more ‘traditional’ stuff they had wanted to do. There started to be nights alone with a bottle of wine and a candlelit dinner that they had cooked together.

Then, Sans woke up in his home in Snowdin, and Frisk was back to being in pain from her fall into the golden flowers. Both had only one thought, “What happened?”

That’s when everything started going downhill. Frisk was being controlled by an outside force, what she could only equate to being a kind of malevolent god. She was a puppet and was forced to kill her friends and family. She was being guided by a hand that looked at the happy ending she had found for herself and everyone else, with disgust and hatred. Her body was out of her control, and her soul was quick to follow. She couldn’t reset while this being controlled her every action.

In the end, there was a battle full of tears and pain as she had to fight against the man she loved most. Then, she had to kill her father and the person her closest friend considered to be a brother. Chara had enough at this point. After killing Asriel, she busted through to the so-called god and told them that there were consequences for their actions. Frisk isn’t too sure what happened after this point, but she knew that it just kept happening, and with every reset, it seemed that Chara enjoyed the killings more and more. Chara was being consumed by hate, and by the 365th reset, it was too late to get Frisk’s friend back. She was now consumed by the hatred the ‘god’ had left behind, and Chara now had control of Frisk’s soul.

Thinking about this though, filled Frisk with Determination.

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Sans had been wandering around some more, killing any monster that got in his way, but no longer actively hunting them down.

That’s when he heard gun blasts coming from Mettaton’s stage. One of the reasons he hadn’t been on the hunt was because the game was small compared to pseudo-boss monsters. He figured the demon had whittled the tin can’s HP down enough that it would be an easy steal if he could get there undetected. He was right in that assumption. What he hadn’t expected was for her to smile while he did it. It was odd, almost as if he saw her eyes again. He shook it off and went to the Judgement Hall, knowing that was the demon’s next step as well.

He decided to take a nap, since his brother hadn’t shown up after his question.

The dream was wonderful. He had Frisk in his arms on the couch in their home, his brother was sitting on the smaller chair that was kitty-corner to the sofa, and they were watching a movie. The movie itself didn’t matter, but there were jokes thrown around by both him and Frisk, and Papyrus was getting annoyed as easily as ever. He could smell the dinner Frisk had prepared the night before, and he could see the paperwork that needed to be done by the ambassador that was cuddled up to his chest. He wanted to stay in that moment forever because he felt genuinely happy. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and this was no different.

Hearing footsteps echoing throughout the corridor, slowly approaching him and wearing the face of the woman he loved, the demon made her appearance.

He had a plan now. Kill the demon, make it give up, then use his Determination to turn back the clock. What happened after that, he wasn’t sure, but that could wait. Right now, he had someone to obliterate.

The battle was a furious one. The demon would use his attacks to dodge other ones and pulled so many tricks that Sans was starting to have trouble keeping up. It’s not like it was easy on Frisk’s end either though.

“Chara! Enough is enough!” She continued to struggle through the chains, feeling the shackles dig deeply into her skin. “Please!” She could feel her Determination swelling. She was so close…

“Frisky, Frisky, Frisky… Can’t you see that I’m busy.” The black goo was thicker than ever before, and her voice was raspy, almost evil.

“That’s it! I’m done being a puppet!” She felt her soul grow brighter, as if blinding her, and then, the chains snapped.

This fight within the soul left her body vulnerable, but instead of taking this opportunity to land more blows, Sans took it to heal and rest, not knowing what was to come.

“Sans! I’m back! I figured out a way to end all of this!” Her voice was like nothing had changed, and her eyes had their beautiful golden glow back. “However, I need to do something drastic, and if any part of you still feels anything for me, you won’t like it.”

“well, then i won’t like it! even after everything that’s happened i can’t stop loving you.” He finally let all of the tears he had been holding back flow freely. In return, Frisk gave a sad smile.

“I’m sorry… I’m sending you back, but I can’t go with you. I hope you forget me. I hope you hate me for this. Please, don’t try to stop me; I can’t fight for much longer.” The knife that was still within her grip found its way to the red soul that was pulsing with the determination to make things right again.

gasp

He was in Snowdin, in his bed. He could hear Papyrus’s soft snoring coming from the room over, and then, the tears flowed from the realization that the person he was fighting for was gone forever.

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A/n: Remember, this isn't written by me. It rightfully belongs to Saviorbook and if it weren't for them, I don't know what's gonna happen now. XD

Thank you so much, again, Savior. You're the best! 💕

Also, don't worry, I'll be working on '...' again, even though I don't really know what to write now. I know the plot, but the way I'd write it, would probably be disorganized, since I don't really like writing again and again with the same story.

'...' was supposed to be unlocked, and if I do finish it once again, I'll hit the go signal, and then we're back on track.

Stay safe, stay patient, stay strong, stay determined, pinksterz! 💕