You claw at the back of your scalp, arms wrapped around your head like a blanket. The shades you held drops to the floor, an echoing clang making noise fill the room for a second.

Your heart sunk to your stomach, and your soul turned into nothing but a pea sized dot. Your happiness got in the way of everyone else's happiness. You slapped it out of their hands; knocking their life away.

Blocking out the voice in the back of your head calling you a murderer, witch, evil demon, nothing but clear tears slid down your cheeks as you wept. You slide down the wall behind you, sinking down into your knees and letting your hands fall into your lap. Light poured into the room from the window in Papyrus' room, your eyes closing as tears continued to stream down the sides of your face.

You couldn't save him. You couldn't save anyone. Resetting only made it worse.

A bloodcurdling scream outside makes you squeeze your eyes tighter. Your finger curl into a fist, making your knuckles turn white. Tears dripped onto your hands, lips pressed together in as you tried to suppress a sob.

That scene kept playing in your mind over and over.

Your knees buckle and you go tumbling down into the snow. You sit up straight, body wracking from keeping in your scream of fright.

Dust flickered through the air, landing all in your hair and all over your clothes as you just sat there, horrified. Sans smiles, bending down and picking up the orange hoodie that layed in the main pile of dust.

"You look pale. Something wrong?" Sans looked at you with glazed over eyes, completely bloodlusted.

You choke back tears, moving your blue lips into an angered smile. Picking yourself up from the dusty snow, Sans' smile fades at seeing how angry you looked.

"You coldhearted beast!" You yell at him.

"I don't have a heart," He retorts, his eyes flashing.

"You never did." You say through clenched teeth.

He seemed somewhat stunned by your remark. Once you realize how bad the situation is, you turn around and start to run. You had nowhere to go, so you go to the place you only knew where to go.

Home.

"I could have done something..." You say in a hushed whisper, knowing he will find you eventually.

"I should have done something."

It all happened so fast. He was standing right next to you, then poof, he's a pile of dust and only memory soaked hoodie is left. How could someone be so cruel?

"We were going to save him, but I can't keep resetting!" You say aloud for Papyrus to hear, only to come to the coldhearted truth he was gone.

The front door downstairs being kicked down makes you cry, gripping the sides of your head.

Maybe there was no way to save him. You wished you had never come back. You should've let Error kill you.

"I'm sorry Papyrus. I'm sorry every monster who had to endure the pain of death!" You yell out, barely being able to see through the clear water in your eyes.

The black outline of Fresh's shades makes a overwhelming painful smile crawl up your face covered by dust and tear stains. If only you had just stayed with him. None of this would've happened.

Footsteps climbing the stairs make the bile rise up your throat, horror washing over you for the second time. You see the his shadow come up to the bedroom door, your gaze going to the door knob that jiggled. You hear him chuckle, it sounded corrupted and dark. He starts to kick on the door to break it down.

He was going to kill you if he got in; maybe worse. You look out the window, watching the snow fall gracefully, your chest tightening when a loud crack was heard, letting you know he was succeeding in getting the wooden door down. You reach out and lace your trembling and twitching fingers around the black shades, holding them close to your chest.

"I promised you Sans! I will save you!" You yell, knowing good and well he heard you.

Your white knuckled fist slams down on the reset button so hard it breaks. Your pale body hits the patch of flowers once again, this time it hurt more than just physically. It hurt you mentally, too. Not did you just reset everyone's life, but you put a weight of terror on Sans' and Papyrus' shoulders. Sans will remember everything when you do something to trigger his memory, and Papyrus now has to live with the memory of seeing his vision go into darkness at he moment he was cut down and killed by his ruthless brother.

You sit up and look down at the shades in your hand, throwing them across the cave and grabbing two handfuls of buttercup flowers that layed underneath you. They land with a thud, making the hair stand on the back of your neck.

You look up above you, seeing the sunlight shining down on you from the hole you first fell down. Then look down at your lap, anger rising by the second.

It was your fault. It was the voices fault.

It was Error's fault.

Your anger gets the best of you and a loud, pained scream pasts your lips, echoing off the cave walls and right back into your ears. Knowing Error and Fresh were watching your every move, your blood starts to boil. You could just hear his glitched laugh while he looked down at you with burning eyes.

"I hope one day you suffer, Error!'

"I hope you burn, AND I HOPE IT'S FROM MY HANDS!"