Somewhere deep in the void.
"I've gotta make it stop..." Says a low voice "All that pain that they have... all the memories of the past... How?..." hand the man in a black robe.
His eye sockets show tiredness and distress.
"How can I get them to stop?..." He asks "the human...they reset over and over. Forever it seems...Always bouncing between 3 paths...Pacifist...the nicest...Neutral...the most boring... and Genocide...the most horrendous...I've looked a thousand times and there is noting I can.... Sans is dying on the inside...I need to help...Wait!" The man smiled pulling at his white upside down heart soul taking a piece crumbling it up and making a purple flame. Taking some of his bone to create a body and a piece of his cloak to create clothes. "I'll add another one to the humans adventures. I'm sure it'll all flow, I name her Septa. My last and now youngest child... Septa..." he stated and the other past timelines were swept away has if they had never existed being absorbed into the void. The forever starving void. "Quickly...before the human restarts!" A timeline just born shined and he quickly crushed Septa into dust blowing her in making her real. This is now the first new timeline...to a whole new problem...
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"Heheheheeh" The purple flamed haired skeleton cat girl giggled at her older brother reaction to her eldest brothers pun.
"DAMN IT SANS! QUIT MAKING THOSE RIDICULOUS PUNS!"
Septa wasn't like her brothers. Yes they were skeletons, but since when she was first born she was sick so in order to keep her healthy he had to...change some things. She was a cat skeleton. She had fiery purple hair, a pair of ears, a tail and no neck. Her head was held where it was by her purple magic. She wore a black leather jacket that ended at the bottom of her ribs that is over a crop top that ends at the same place. She also had long bell bottom jeans with black leather boots. And always positioned on her right ear a black bow.
"What Pap? Can't mustard my puns anymore?" Sans chuckled
Septa shook her head as Papyrus let our another anguished shriek storming off out the door to go patrol for humans. As if humans would ever be here? Do any of them even remember that there are monsters on the earth? Would they even care if they did?
"You're a dork Sans." Septa smiles
San's chuckles and drinks his ketchup. "Well I gotta get going. The lady behind the door we'll be there soon." Sans stands.
"When are you ever going to ask for her name big brother?" Septa giggles sassiness him placing her bony hand on her hip.
"I already know her name smarty!" He chuckled "it's Toriel. She's super funny and loves my knock knock jokes."
"Toriel?" I queried "isn't that the name of the lady that's King Asgore's ex?"
"Coincidental" Sans claims smiling and walking out waving Septa bye.
Septa sighs. She was now alone. She wasn't old enough to patrol or have a job like her brothers, but she normally walked around. "Hmm?" She said at she saw a red light go by. "Hello?" She calls. She felt her sins crawling up her back. "boo!" A voice says Septa squeaks she span around and saw him. "CYRUS!" She yells annoyed and shoves him lightly. Cyrus chuckled and adjusted his hat. "Jerk face."
Septa smiled as she kissed him. Cyrus is her boyfriend. Sans and Papyrus don't approve, they claim she's too young. But she's 16 for crying out loud. Papyrus wasn't more that 18 and sans was 24. Not that much older. "what ya doing out and about?" Cyrus smiles and pulls out a cigarette. Septa rolls her eyes "Oh fight me you idiot" Cyrus bows and laughs puffing out smoke and they fell silent once again. "So it's really happening." Cyrus nods "I'm training and moving into the castle. I don't you'll actually ever see me Septa." Septa frowns and gently whisk her boney finger to her flaming purple hair. "When?" "Tomorrow. I'm all packed and ready to go." Cyrus slumps down and Septa sat next to him as he used her hair to light another cigarette. "Promise you stay alive, right?" "Huh?" He looked at her confused "You don't realize there hasn't been a human here is centuries right? Not since the dark days of the king and queen's children's death." "I know..." she remarks "But lately I've been having these dreams-" "Oh god not the dreams!" He cuts her off abruptly an turns to her. "How many times I gotta tell ya there just dreams Septa!" "I know Cyrus but-" "No buts!" He yells furious. Septa fell silent looking away. She knew it was a bad idea. Cyrus never liked her deadly cold nightmares of a child creating genocide among the people of the underground. Erasing everything. She knew it would upset him. She shouldn't have said anything. "Look Sept...just..." he sighed stammering "Just let dreams...be dreams you know?" She nods "Don't...let what happens in your head poison reality. It's time to grow up Septa. I have. I'm jus waiting for you..." Cyrus grabbed is pack of sticks, standing and walked away leaving Septa alone and said in the cold. "But...the don't feel like dreams...the feel like...memories...what do I do with those?" She spoken lower than a whisper before she too stood, but instead of after him meandered into the forest.

(A/N: HOLY SHIT! I've been working editing and rewriting this story for 2 years. I finally have it like I want. Please enjoy and watch the story unfold.)