"Go ahead, kill me [Y/N]. Eradicate me from this pointless existence. But is that what he would want?"

_________________

You woke with a start, clenching your blanket in your fists. Sweat lined the top of your brow as you slowly got out of bed. Memories flashed through your mind. You had agreed with Fresh to assist him in sorting out whatever fight had materialized with the AU's.

Of course they would be fighting, you thought with a glum smirk on your face. I did kill their creator.

[A/N: Again, I have noticed confusion at this part. [Y/N] killed Ink during the time when they were forced to pick and choose a Sans to kill. G was killed by Chara as mentioned a few chapters back!]

Fresh had insisted that you rest before seeing the havoc the AU's were in. Despite the recent events of the day, you had been able to sleep. You changed into your [F/C] shirt. You couldn't help but suppress a smile as you noticed a small heart locket on the dresser, resembling your [S/D] heart that would beat to your chest every time you entered a battle.

"Are you awake my fellow amigo?" Fresh called from outside the door. You noticed that the light of the several nyon filters that surrounded him illuminated from the crack under the door.

You grunted in reply and slowly pushed open the door. "Where are we anyway?" you as,ed and observed your surroundings. Fresh had taken you to a random universe and you recognized the layout of the house you were in - Toriel's house in the Ruins. The name of the AU however remained a mystery.

"Underfell," Fresh replied, some unknown emotion laced with his words. You stiffened, memories of your experiences in the AU threatening to spill over.

You shook off the emotions and examined the eerie stillness of the home. Like G's multiverse, it appeared as if Toriel along with several other monsters had vanished suddenly. "Why is this happening?" you asked, gesturing the to empty scenery.

"Thing of your amigo Ink like the very embodiment of the multiverse," Fresh began. "Right away, that makes him a very radical dude. But because of Chara's untastic behavior, Ink..." Purple flames crackled under his glasses. You couldn't help but feel relief that you were not gazing at the purple heart that took up one of this eyesockets, for viewing such a thing frightened you to the core.

"Ink is no longer with us. That right there upsets the balance of the multiverse. Ink was the channel for any new ideas that formed and used them to build off the forming universes. Without him, many elements of the AU's began to die off without their source of energy. However..." Fresh paused, the purple flames stretching even higher from the confines of his glasses. "While many monsters from the universes have vanished entirely, each Sans has remained. The cause of this has yet to be known."

You remained motionless, feeling the sudden urge to crawl back into your room and sleep. "And they want me to fix this..." you finished.

Fresh shook his head. "In the multiverse, there are several beings that do not belong to any specific universe. Some of these include me, Error, Ink..." His gaze fell upon you. "And you."

"They're blaming us for Ink's disappearance..." you stumbled backwards, an onrush of guilt washing over you.

"They're reasoning is not entirely without justification," he continued. "Beings such as us play a higher role in the fate of the multiverse. With higher roles comes more power. And with more power, more fear from those around you. It is only logical that they blame people like us for unexplainable events."

They're afraid, a voice whispered in your ear. You felt your blood run cold as an invisible hand brushed against your cheek. The sheep are afraid of the wolves the shadows.

I didn't kill Ink, you retorted, though the knot of guilt in your chest contradicted your statement. You made me.

You could have chosen anyone in that circle, Chara purred, chuckling as she realized that she was getting to you. You could have let me kill Blueberry, then none of us would be in this mess.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" you screamed and collapsed to the wood floor, bringing your knees up to your chest. [F/C] tendrils of light surrounding you, illuminating your surroundings. The light seemed to hit an object standing only inches away from you.

"Y-You can see me?" Chara asked, a hint of fear in her voice. She took on the appearance of a child not much younger than you. However, she was solid black, no traces of any features on her.

Fresh stiffened, the flames from under his glasses crackling with an intensity you never thought possible. "Demon," he rumbled, his once friendly voice now turned into a much more demonic one that echoed across the room. "Have you come to play?"

A purple figure materialized from his purple flames. It seemed to form a smiling figure that circled around Chara, similar to how a lion stalks its prey. She inched away from the purple figure, a slight whimper in her voice. "Leave us," Fresh roared. Chara said nothing and vanished from the room.

The purple figure retreated back to Fresh's eyesockets. "What was that?" you asked after a period of brief silence.

He closed his eyes, as if trying to explain the previous course of events. "That was me," he said and began to walk towards the door, signaling that he wished to talk no more on the subject. Curiosity probed at you - the knowledge that there was more about Fresh that met the eye - compelled you to follow him.

He swiped his hand downwards and a ripping noise vibrated across the ominous quiet of the multiverse as a white rift appeared. You followed after Fresh and stopped abruptly. A black form of Sans hovered in front of the two of you accompanied by various Sans from different multiverses.

You first mistook the black figure as Error, your last encounter with him still lingering in your mind. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that this Sans seemed to be made out of an oozing black substance. He extended his hand towards you in greeting. Much to your horror, it transformed into a long black tentacle.

"Greetings," he chuckled, a sadistic smirk spreading across his face upon eyeing the look of disgust that flashed across your face. "I am Nightmare and these are..." he took a step backwards and gestured to the army behind him. "These are the Shades."

Shades? you wondered and looked up at Fresh. He only replied with a shake of his head, his gaze focused on Nightmare.

You were able to identify some of the Sans behind Nightmare. Some included a hooded figure with a blue eye with red highlights around it - who you were all too familiar with. Another was a Sans with a partially crackled skull. He held a long axe that dragged on the ground. There were several others that you couldn't recognize but knew that these were not the kind you wanted to ally with.

"We need to leave," you hissed under your breath. Fresh gave a slight nod of agreement.

"Leave?" Nightmare chuckled. You stiffened and inched closer to Fresh. "The fun is only just starting!" He motioned to the Sans with the large axe to come closer to you.

The Sans studied you for a moment and then examined his axe. In a sudden motion, he lifted the axe above his head and began to bring it down on you. Fresh pushed you with such a force that you were thrown a few feet away from the weapon.

The last thing you remember seeing before you were engulfed in a wave of blackness was the axe coming down on Fresh's skull.