"This is pointless!"

"Take a chill pill my amigo," Fresh attempted to placate Geno but to no avail. "We will find our home dog [Y/N] and bring them home, it's nothing big."

"This means everything!" Geno spat and gestured to the pile of ashes that remained of the former G, reflecting nothing of the past and stories that had accumulated over his lifetime. It was quite amusing how something, everything, everything with lives and stories of their own could be reduced to such a meager thing, a pile of ash without name or face. Everyone was unimportant in death it seemed.

"We're wasting our time trying to find them," Geno growled, the white film around his eyes vibrating as his anger built. "There's no hope in finding [Y/N], the lot of you know it. And if we do manage to locate them, what will that mean for us? Do you really think the human will welcome us with open arms? You're all idiots if you think that. Searching and hunting down that human is a waste of time and resources that we don't have. I suggest we continue onwards and remain content knowing that we don't have a murderous sociopath in our lots that is trying constantly to slit our throats every twist and turn."

"That human," Fresh growled, his voice suddenly dark. "That human is the only thing standing between Nightmare and his unrad army from ganking the entire multiverse, which I think is something that all of us amigos would not like to see. Or have you forgotten what our buddy pal Ink told us before he left?"

"You know I could end this problem for all of us," Reaper piped in, causing the whole lot of the skeletons to jump. They were still not accustomed to having death's presence among them. "With one little touch, I could kill the human and all of this would be over. We wouldn't have to worry about this little breakdown episode and we could continue on with our mission."

"If that's the case, why don't you kill Nightmare and get this whole thing over with?" Error retorted.

"You think I haven't thought of that already?" Reaper chuckled which again caused the group of skeletons to recoil from the sound, death laughing was not a very pleasant thing to bear witness. "The mutation has defences, ancient and impermeable ones that even I can't bypass. The magic he's using is very old and archane, attempting to kill him would be a suicide mission."

"One we're all in together, I'm afraid," Geno muttered. "But we don't have a choice. There's no hope and no chance of getting the human back, they were lost the minute they found themselves in this damn Void. We have to keep moving with what little remains."

Fresh and Geno continued to exchange insults and quarries when Error slammed his hand down to the ground, causing both skeletons to fly through the air and land several feet away from one another. "Are we fighting amongst ourselves now?" Geno growled, getting to his feet. A Gaster Blaster materialised from behind him, gaping jaws that glared with the hidden laser that was manifesting in its very core.

"Geno's right, it's a suicide mission and ultimate end to the multiverse if we attempt to find the human, but also eradicates any hopes of us taking down Nightmare, the lot of you know that. It's essential that we keep moving until we locate Nightmare and his forces. That's why the three of you will continue onwards and I will find the human." Error finished his words, looking for any reaction.

"We need you here my amigo," Fresh interjected. "If our untastic friends come through here with you gone, we'll be looking like confetti real soon."

"No they won't," Error retorted, hoping he was right. "Word will get out in a matter of hours that [Y/N] took off into another universe and he'll stop at nothing to track them down. With his forces diverted, this could be the chance we're looking for. But that also means danger for the human as well, and if Nightmare takes hold of them, it means the end of us."

"Impossible." It was Reaper's turn to speak. "There are hundreds upon hundreds of universes of where the human could have landed and if they have truly acquired the ability to move from one timeline to the next, trying to find them in an exact location at the exact time is impossible. Doing something such as that would take years and we have only hours."

Error's mind flickered to the brief glimpse he had captured of the world [Y/N] had disappeared into, catching the faint distinction of red and black in the background. "I have an idea where they may be."

The three other skeletons pondered his words for a moment. "But what if you find [Y/N] before Nightmare and they're not themselves?" Geno asked, looking uncertain of himself.

"Well," Error shrugged. "I guess that means one less anomaly in the multiverse I have to worry about when it's all said and done."

Free.

Nothing could bind you for no chains existed within this mortal realm to restrict or hinder you. Sure, there was the subject of Error and that weird emotional block that refrained you from slaughtering him, but here in this world, here in this forgettable pocket of reality, none existed that dared oppose you. Here was the place where you could slaughter and maim without fear of regret.

There was a human in the woods you roamed, you were not the only thing wandering the snowing woods this night. You were in the realm of monsters and yet another human walked this land alongside you, but not for long. You stalked the human for a short while, the cat chasing the blind mouse, enjoying the hunt, knowing the certain outcome in the end. The human seemed to pick up on your presence and began to walk faster.

Where was there to run or hide? Certainly no where for you flung from the bushes and launched yourself onto the human, taken aback by how much the human resembled the Frisk from your timeline. The knife sensed your sudden hesitance and drowned the memory, instead promising the rewards that would follow, relief, euphoria, anything in the world to be yours.

The human child screeched and ducked into the woods as you landed in the snow, the knife clutched in your hands. "Don't you want to play?" you asked or maybe it was the knife that spoke, it was getting harder and harder to tell. With every second that passed, a part of you seemed to fuse even further with the mind of the knife and a brief part of you wondered if you would ever be able to separate with the knife again and risk facing certain death.

With a mere flick of your wrist, the child was thrown into the air, slammed once against a tree before collapsing to the snow-covered ground, twitching and then lying still. The human that greatly resembled the Frisk from your dead world weakly waved her hand, two buttons appearing before her. It was a curious sight, something you had never seen a human do before. You recalled a mentioning of a Frisk in every timeline with the ability to control and alter the sequence of time and the thought paniced you.

"Not this time, I'm afraid," the knife spoke through your mouth and you brought the blade down into Frisk's soul, watching in astonishment as the red colour within the heart drained away into the depths of your blade, leaving behind an empty and barren human soul. The two buttons before Frisk flickered and vanished fromm view.

"What have you done?" Frisk snarled and struggled against the tree they were pinned against but a part of them already seemed to give into the fate that lay at hand for no determination existed within their body to fuel their fire. But no part of you cared for your actions, the knife was already pleased after absorbing whatever trait had constructed the human's soul.

Kill, that was the only option left now. Not fight or spare, but to kill. And in one deft motion, your knife tore through their chest and ripped open every sinew and bone that constructed the human's body, ultimately destroying the hollow of Frisk's soul and condemning the empty thing to rot in the Void.

"Oh buddy, you've made a big mistake."

The voice was familiar, you were sure you had heard it before. It was the comedian, but not any of the comedians you had met. It was a different version, one you had never met before. But you cared little for this skeleton, only that he was the obstacle that stood between you and the town that was just visible in the distance. The knife grasped in your hand hummed in impatience, a feeling shared within the soul inside your mortal body and the other portion of your soul that resided within the knife.

Unlike Fresh, Error or anyone other comedian you had seen, this skeleton was clad in a red and black jacket with teeth filed down to points. A single golden tooth was implanted in his jaw, a rather odd and distasteful sight. "I'm sorry," you apologised, "but I really have a lot of work to do."

And without a second thought you dug the blade into his chest, watching impassively as the skeleton gasped in surprisde before kneeling to the snowy ground, withering away into dust. It didn't bother you that since you had rendered this timeline's Frisk incapable of resetting due to the stealing of their determination, time would not be able to ever reset in this universe and the comedian you had killed would forever remain dead.

No monsters made their appearance until you arrived within a snowy town that you had never before seen. It was quite peculiar, seeing all the different monsters clad in spiked armour with hardened looks engrained onto every expression. Little thought was given your way until you flung the knife into the stomach of some rabbit woman who sank to her knees, looking in surprise at the hilt of the knife buried in her stomach to the human that ripped the weapon from her abdomen. "Oh, that's a surprise," she whispered before withering to ash.

The monsters nearby paused for a moment, taking in the sight. And then all at once, the whole lot of them surrounded you, ready to combat. What a joke, the knife thought humourlessly and you buried the blade into some monster child. It looked like the same child you had seen in that one universe that lived in the stars, but that did not matter for that universe was dead and this one would soon pass into nonexistence.

It was interesting how killing creatures became more of a routine. It lacked the vitality you had first felt, no longer gave you those rushes of excitememnt everytime you lopped off a head or dragged the blade across the abdomen of some dog creature. Everything was the same, every creature died the same. Killing became more of an essential need as time passed, essential as breathing and sleeping to anyone else.

The fighting stopped abruptly, mainly when your knife struck empty air. There was no one left alive to kill for you had killed them all. A wave of disappointment crashed over you, the knife humming anxiously as it searched for any sign of a living creature to strike down. You had caught sight of a hiding shopkeeper when pain flared in your left arm, a bone shooting across the air and digging into your flesh.

"Halt human!"

A crude voice piereced the air, sounding a lot like Luigi from those human Mario games. You were pinned against the wall of the town's library, a blue bone buried into your flesh and sinew, immense pain racking your body every time you attempted to move. But you would not be killed this way, you were impossible to kill! Not a thing existed in this world or the next that could bring you to your knees, you were a god amongst these glitches.

It was a skeleton, much taller than the comedian you had killed in the forest. You wondered if they were perhaps brothers and if the other skeletons in the Void, Fresh, Geno, Error, if they had once had a brother like the skeleton standing before you. Like his deceased brother, this skeleton had filed teeth and crude red and black battle armour. The knife knew it wouldn't have any trouble slicing through the material though.

"You have killed everyone, an impressive feat," the skeleton admitted. "Though the great Papyrus would normally aplaud you, it is my duty to capture humans such as yourself and bring them to our king so that we can use your soul to - "

The rest was history as the knife flew from your hand, looped around and buried blade-first into the back of Papyrus. "Well that's what that feels like!" The skeleton exclaimed and sank to his knees, body withering into dust so that only the head remained. "But remember human, I still have faith in you! You can kill them all! Even if you don't believe it, I still know you have it in you!"

The knife brought itself down on Papyrus' skull, watching as the damned thing withered into dust before flying back to you, hacking at the bone until you were freed from its grasp. You winced in pain as you brought your hand up against the gaping hole in your shoulder, a soft [F/C] light emitting from your palm as you summoned the magic to close the wound.

It was funny how easier it was to summon magic with a mere thought. Exhilaration was the fire that fueled your magic, the emotion that made it so easy to use.

There were so many things that needed to be done. Already the knife was pulling you onwards, whispering promises of the swampy terrain beyond this snowing one, filled with even more creatures that lurked in the shadows, ready to be killed, ready to be slaughtered. Your fingers danced around the hilt of the blade.

You couldn't wait.