~~💔~~

   Time. Something that can never be restarted...or so everyone thought. Though, did anyone expect someone to stop time? 

   Frisk stared at me, then at the patch of grass. Their gaze was wide, filled with horror. Geno frowned at Frisk's reaction. Finally, their plan can ACTUALLY work. Geno glanced over at Frisk. Was he really going to kill his partner? After all they have been though? He then silently cursed himself. Of course. That child was ALSO a murderer. Frisk then stared at Geno, the same horrified expression they were wearing for that demon child. 

   "...s-so...this i-is it....?" Frisk squeaked, fear laced with every word. They knew what Geno was planning, and didn't want to follow it. They wanted to reset, and make everything right again. They couldn't die here. Not now. His smile quivered, and his gaze turned cold. 

   "...yep. I guess. Though...there is still ONE piece left." Geno then frowned. He realized that if the kid escaped to the body, then they could reset again. Quickly, he grasped firmly onto his enemy's wrist. They squeaked in surprise, and then began to violently pull on their captured hand. However, Geno kept a firm grasp on them, finding new DETERMINATION. "Welp. I have always planned for this moment, but I didn't know exactly how it would go. So. Thanks for your help, dirty brother killer." He hissed, then snapped his fingers. 

   It was extremely risky, but it didn't matter. If he could destroy their soul before it fused into their body, he could erase his timeline.

   The glistening of gold was all too familiar to him. Frisk looked frantically at Geno, starting to shake with fear. Geno's left eye (socket .-.) grew to a shining coloration of blue and red. He felt himself dusting instantly. His time was running out. "Well, guess I'll see you never." Geno shrugged, his grin growing wider. Suddenly, five Gaster blasters materialized from thin air, and shot blinding light at the child before him. The only thing left of Frisk was the echoing sound of their soul shattering.

   Geno chuckled to himself, then let himself slowly fall backwards. "Geeeet dunked on."

~~💀~~

   The darkness grew larger and larger, and before he realized it, most of the world was dying from decay. It was when Gaster himself firmly grabbed his shoulders finally faltered. The sound of his rigid voice reached him clearly. "SANS! STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!" 

   Reaper's feelings wavered, then slowly subsided. The burning flame of hatred inside himself extinguished, cooling darkness taking over. Once he was fully calm, he met the angry glares he was receiving with his own steady gaze. Gaster let out a frustrated sigh. "Sans. I don't like yelling at you, but do you know what you have done?" Reaper slowly shook his head, staring at his creator. Undyne shoved herself toward the skeleton, pure anger across her face. 

   "YOU HAVE KILLED THOUSANDS! YOU HAVE DISRUPTED THE BALANCE!" She shrieked.
Reaper slowly blinked. He was still clouded with emotion to think properly. His gaze traveled from angered face to face, now understanding their negative facade. "...oh." 

   "OH? OH?!?! IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?! WHAT HAPPENED?" Undyne persisted, storming closer to him. Reaper backed away from Undyne, the darkness of the room providing him camouflage. 

   "...I guess...It was just a Dead thought." Sans cracked a pun, earning scowls from the rest. 

   "And what might that thought be?" Asgore bellowed, his eyes wandering the room in search of the culprit. The group was met with silence. Alphys stepped forward, and held up a torch to the room. It failed to brighten the dull grey room, frustrating the others. 

   "SANS! COME FACE US RIGHT NOW!" Undyne ordered, frustration caught in her voice. 

   No answer.

~~💔~~

   Geno laid on his back, each of his bones burning. Exhaustion flooded him as soon as he hit the icy cold floor. He stared up at the ceiling of the hall. The same polished gold he remembered. Geno raised his right arm, staring at it. Right on time. His hand was disintegrating into a white powdery substance. His smile widened. 

   Geno lifted his head slightly, looking at the space in front of him. Nothing. Nobody was there. He was alone. All alone... 

   Geno's head fell back onto the golden tile, a soft CLANK echoing through the hall. His eye (sockets) drooped, and soon closed.

   "SANS!" a frustrated voice screamed. "STOP BEING SO LAZY!" 

   The skeleton, Sans, slowly sat up from the cold snow. "C'mon bro. You snow I need to sleep." 

   The taller skeleton groaned, completely annoyed. A chilling breeze blew past the two, blowing the taller skeleton's red scarf. "SANS. NO. JUST. NO." He yelled, a frown plastered onto his face. 

   "Throw me a bone, Papyrus. I haven't gotten a skele-ton of rest recently." Sans responded, smiling. 

   Papyrus ignored the puns, and continued. "SANS. WHAT  DO YOU MEAN 'HAVEN'T GOTTEN SLEEP'?" 

   The smaller skeleton's posture stiffened, and his gaze went empty. "It's...nothing." Sans slowly replied, rolling over to face his brother. The same grin he always had was stretched across his face. 

   "...WELL, ALRIGHT THEN. I EXPECT YOU TO GET UP AND RE-CALIBRATE YOUR PUZZLES!" Papyrus yelled, starting to walk away from the lazy brother he had. 

   Once he was gone from sight, Sans' smile faltered. He slowly arose from the snow, and dusted any snow off of himself. He hasn't been getting any sleep because of that same horrific nightmare. No, not nightmare. Memory. It was always the same every night. 

   A human would wander through Snowdin. 

   They would slaughter everyone. 

   Once they finally get to Papyrus, he shows them MERCY. 

   What does the kid do then? 

   Ram their knife into him, and heartlessly cut him down. 

   However, this night was different. He had no dream, no nightmare. It was all just deathly silent and dark.
"I'll see you...Papyrus." He croaked, smiling his same old, rusted grin.