It was cold, there was nothing here. It could never be anything truly; it just was as it has always been.

At the start of it all was a simple loading screen, the beginning of it all. And as they sat there in the endless darkness ahead of them. For the first time in nearly nine million runs of the constant cycle, they began to think once more.

"Just what is it that makes something special?

What makes this special?

Is it what I do? I've done that already.

Is it what I say? I've said it already.

Maybe it's who I've spared? I've spared them all.

Maybe it's who I've killed...but I've killed them all.

The identity of something being special doesn't come from doing anything, its the absence of all means of choice and agency. To do nothing at all, that would be the wisest decision in the universe. But is it even mine? Or simply the disinterest of another being even higher than myself.

Who knows.

Who cares...

I don't.

I don't feel anything." thought Frisk. 

As they sat there, they would begin to watch replays of all of their previous routes throughout Undertale itself, viewing all the things they had done in the past.

"I helped save the underground more times than I can count.

I've doomed it even more than that too." Frisk said as he then watched as he saw previous version of himself meeting Chara for the first time.

"I've even.-"

He watched the memory as Chara told him-

"Do you think your the one in control?" Chara asked with a wide smile, only to see Frisk get out the real knife and look to them.

"Yes." Frisk replied.

Frisk swiped past that moment.

"-Doomed more than just that." Frisk thought.

He would look up, the blackness went on forever, there were no differences to anything, it was all the same. The same as it was a few seconds ago, the same as it was nearly several years ago and it'll be the same a million years from now too.

There truly is no point to this, and there never will be one...if there ever was.

"I've done what many wish they had, those Frisks that saved more than just the underground. They went on to save monster-kind, become their ward and guardian.

Those Frisks who desired more than just the end of the game and went further than it too...

And yet here I am...right back at the beginning of it all.

What am I supposed to do when it all has the same outcome.

And I don't mean the world-

I don't mean monster-kind-

I don't mean Toriel, Sans, or even Undyne-

I mean me.

Why play it all again if every time it just results in me feeling the same thing.

Empty.

I stare into this empty void and still see how I felt when I finished the genocide run for the 80th time. When I helped Undyne and Alphys get together for the first time or when I fought Sans for the first time. The moment the credits roll I know...I know its all over, its just a game.

They aren't special, none of us are. Maybe It's better that way...but once again here I sit, questioning my own curiosity...or maybe the void of it.

How would I know..." Frisk said.