(A few weeks later.)

Sans watched Fletcher sleep in his crib in their house. He had never thought that he'd ever have a child, because he had never loved anyone as a lover.

But although Chara had tricked him into getting Frisk pregnant, he wouldn't have gone back. His little Fletcher was worth all that pain.

Frisk sat cross-legged on her bed in her and Sans's room, staring at the menu before her. The "continue" and "reset" buttons glittered dimly under the light.

This was the cause of all of Sans's pain. Whenever she had tortured him, he could have easily fought back, if not for the threat Chara made about resetting back to a genocide route.

Sans could never be happy while she had this power. She knew in her heart.

Her Sans, her love. Broken, underneath her, crying. Blood streaming down his body. Because of her.

She raised her hand above the reset button, hesitating. Could she do it?

Now was her only chance, with Chara gone for so long. Chara would never have let her otherwise.

Frisk brought her fist down on the reset button, shattering it into a million pieces.