STAB

Your LV has increased! You are now LV 3!

"Not. . .enough. . ."

A figure trudged through the dust covered halls, hardly noticing the once purple walls now almost grey with the sheer amount of dust covering them.

A pair of red eyes shine in the darkness as they keep moving forward, killing anything or anyone in their path. Impaling them with bones and leaving a trail of dust behind, walking through tears and monsters fears.

Their jacket had lost it's original blue color to favor the grey coloring of his victims dust. Their shorts had surprisingly stayed the same black color despite the immense amount of dust, but the shoes couldn't say the same. . .

The Murderer only stopped when they heard a thud not too far away from them, and this was their clue to move a bit faster as to make sure they got every bit of exp they could before they arrived.

The figure quietly approached the door to a small home with a toy knife in hand, sliding it up the sleeve of their jacket to conceal it for the right moment as they entered to "warn" the lady of a murderer in the ruins.

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"What's wrong?"

"There is no need to be afraid. Why don't we go upstairs and have some pie-"

The former queen never got to finish that offer as she was struck across the chest with the toy knife, and said knife was gripped by the hooded figure as they stood in place, shaking.

"I-I see. . .it was you I should've been worried a-about. . ."

The old Goat turned to dust as a person in a blue and purple striped jumper watched from a bit away, smiling widely as they watched the figure strike down their own mother in cold blood, caring not that their mother was dead, but that they got the hooded figure to finally snap.

They were right about to drop the toy knife, but they. . .disappeared without a trace? No matter where the human looked they could not find them anywhere, so they figured they shortcut instead, and left the ruins in pursuit. . .little to their information. . .they wouldn't find the person they RESET so many times to break. . .ever again.

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Clang

Clang

The sound of metal connecting with metal could be heard ringing out across the area as a figure lies on the cold, metal floor, unmoving except for the small breaths they took in their unconscious state. Suddenly they awoke in an instant upon water dripping onto their head from a leaky pipe, hanging just above them.

The man pushed himself up to his knees as he placed his hands on the cold floor beside himself for support, pushing into the small puddles beside himself as he got a hazy look at his surroundings. . .he didn't recognize anything around him. . .you didn't recognize anything around yourself.

You shakily rose to your feet, shaking your sneakers in the process, but more-so confused and bewildered on how you got here. . .of which you have no idea how. You had just been in the ruins hadn't you? Killing Toriel with the toy knife?

Looking down, you found said plastic knife in a puddle beside yourself, and reached down to pick it up. Upon grasping it's handle and re-equiping the knife you felt much safer already.

You caught a good look of your own reflection tion when looking down into the puddles around you, and grimaced at your own appearance. . .how odd.

Not very sure of where you were or where to go, you simply decided to vnture forward, with caution of course, and set off into this new space.

Still questioning how and why you were brought here. . .now that you think about it, this place reminds you of CORE with all of the metal.

Your glowing red eyes searched the surrounding are as you continued into a nearby rope of sorts, leading into a window or opening of sorts, and not wanting to fall for anymore tricks you grasped the rope made of sheets of cloth. . .and tugged quite hard on it, trying to see if it would fall down towards you, but it didn't and held strong much to your relief as you jumped onto it and began climbing your way up.

You finally reached the opening the rope came from, grasping the ledge with one dusty hand and climbing inside, searching for new victims to add to your growing LV and insatiable urges to gain EXP. . .

The water your hands had been in before. . .it had washed some of the dust off of your hands that clung to it so firmly like mortal sin. . .perhaps. . .this could be a sign of new beginnings? Could you truly start over? Wipe your hands clean?

Only time will tell. . .

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A/N:

Greetings all! How are ya guys enjoying this so far?II'll be focusing on more, shorter chapters, for my sanitys sake.

If you have any recommendations or questions, please feel free to message me or comment here and I'll make sure to listen and respond as soon as I can.

You and Six WILL meet soon. That's a promise.

Now that I'm thinking about it. . .you aren't a kid in this story. . .but Six IS... this hereby being changed from six x reader to you simply being something else I have in mind that should make ya all smile. . .I hope.

=)