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Y/N's POV:
Emptiness. Thats all this place is. Emptiness.
I don't even know how much I've walked around here anymore, but what I do know is that there is literally nothing in this place. A black, empty void, that, if anyone came in, would likely die from going crazy, lack of food, water, oxygen, or rest, yet I've yet to go crazy, feel thirst, hungry, had the need to breath or get tired at all.
If this was what the afterlife is, immortality might not be that bad after all. Because this shit is boring as hell, which apparently doesn't exist or something. At least with immortality, your able to have a decent amount of fun for a few million years before having to be stuck in space floating around, and at least after a few billion years your going to end back up somewhere else liveable.
I suddenly spot a faint light in the distance in the corner of my eye. One I could only barely see, and would have likely not have noticed if it wasn't for the fact that this entire place was pitch black. This was the only thing that was in this black void, this emptiness. And there was nothing else for me here. And as much as I was scared to do so, I was already dead anyways. I can't be killed after death. And staying here won't do anything either, so I decided to start slowly walking towards the light.
The closer I got, the brighter the light became. The closer I got, the more colorful the light became. I continued walking until I was just barely in front of the light, which represented a screen of some sort. Like a screen of a TV, just no TV. A floating screen, seemingly broadcasting something.
I saw a figure - me, talking with another figure holding a chainsaw - Frisk. I saw myself sweaty a lot and trying to stay a distance from Frisk, before I saw Frisk cut my body in half with her chainsaw with no remorse. But this wasn't how I died. I died while fighting her, didn't I?
Another light appeared. I saw Frisk running around and killing everyone, and I saw me just hiding somewhere. But I didn't hide, did I?
More lights. And more pieces of footage appearing. I saw myself get killed over and over. I saw the underground be killed over and over. But none of these were true to what we went through. Every piece of footage here had at least a tiny deviation from what I know I went through, what the underground went through. And none of these were the same as what happened.
As I thought to myself about what this could mean, a light, brighter than all the others, had shined onto me. My eyes shifted to this newly opened light, and I saw me... Frisk... everyone back on the surface. Frisk wasn't holding a weapon, she was just... there. And she was smiling... is this what we could of had...? If Frisk didn't just suddenly turn into a psychopathic murderer...?
Another light flashed into my eyes as my attention was moved to this new light. And I saw it again. Us on the surface, but this time, Frisk doesn't seem as enthusiastic... what is this...?
?̵̦͙͔͑̈́͂̃?̴͍̤̪́͌̐͊́͝?̷̦͙̙̺̟͚̪̈́̄̒́: (pretend this shit is in wingdings, i aint gonna write both wingdings and english no more) Ah yes, the past timelines. Everything that happened prior, your finally remembering. | I jumped back and looked at what was talking to me, and in front of me was the tall skeleton I met during my near death experience. But what was he doing here? I'm actually dead this time, aren't I? And, what does he mean by "the past timelines"? "Your finally remembering"? The fuck does he mean by this?
Gaster: I know you may be confused, young man, but we had seen this play out before. Too many times. That girl with the chainsaw, they can manipulate time; whenever she wants to, she can go back to the beginning, when she fell down the mountain. When you fell down.
I was stunned. I didn't know if he was speaking the truth or not, but seeing all of these screens... I think I unlocked memories I never knew I had.
The amount of times I died from that chainsaw... we died from that chainsaw... she never showed remorse, did she? I still didn't understand how this timeline thing worked, but... I think what I do know is that Frisk hadn't just been on one genocide... she's been on countless, uncountable amounts of murders, too much to even comprehend. And to think I was friends with this freak...?