“Hello there, pal! Howzitgoing?”

“███. . . ! Nice to see you again, dear friend.”

“I just came to visit you for a while and make sure you’re doing well with your creations. I have seen you do something here. Was it a RESET? You don’t seem very motivated.”

“No. I did something else. . . I think I’m a bit of a perfectionist. . . I-I am sorry, it is just. . . I want to use all the potential of my power for something I was thinking about before-”

“Which Power?”

  XGaster generated the overwrite button in front of Ink, who was standing there using Broomie as a support to rest his arms. He looked very interested in this, noticing that it was something like no other! It was one of a kind! How exciting!

  “Overwrite. The power to completely change anything. The reality itself of an alternate universe,” XGaster explained with a concentrated yet stern look on his face. ‘T-That is how it will work with my future experiment. This is just like a game I want to explore,” XGaster continued explaining to Ink, who looked very interested in what his friend had to say.

  Far yet not too far from XGaster and Ink were the human children. [Name] furiously wiped away their tears as they still held onto Asriel’s heart locket, still feeling terribly awful for what happened a few mere minutes ago. Chara stood by next to them, also feeling the same emotions that their older sibling currently felt. He looked behind them to see XGaster explaining Ink about this newfound power.

  He was unsure if he liked it or not.

  “Changing everything?” Ink questioned him, wondering if this was alright or not. What about the truce?

  What truce?

  Forget about the truce.

  “I don’t know, I don’t think that’s okay. . .” Ink finished, lowering his skull to look at the lavender colored grass. He noticed a blue forget-me-not sprout from the ground, growing slightly amazed that another color besides purple managed to live in this AU.

  Back with the human children, Frisk popped up from the ground, holding a bouquet of golden flowers. He turned to see his siblings, handing Chara part of his bouquet of golden flowers. Chara’s eyes widened at this sudden action, tensing his shoulders up before he realized that Frisk only wanted him to feel better. Frisk gave him a warm smile before he reached down to pluck out some blue forget-me-nots for his older sibling, who was still feeling down. Frisk stood back up to hand [Name] the small bouquet of forget-me-nots, [Name] flinching at his sudden appearance. Their eyes softened at this kind act, happily taking the forget-me-nots from Frisk.

  “It won’t break the truce you made with that person. I. . . want to find the best for them. Please, I need you to understand,” XGaster practically begged Ink to understand. He truly had good intentions. He didn’t want to interfere with whatever Ink had with a certain glitched being. “I have always dreamed about creating something like this and. . . thanks to you, I got the perseverance I need.”

  Both Chara and [Name] smelt the flowers, amazed by how wonderful the flowers here smelled like. It smelt something like heaven.

  “I am sure both of us will have fun with it. We can play anytime, anywhere.” XGaster finished, hoping that Ink would understand.

  “It will be the best thing you have ever seen.”

‹―💜―›

Entry Number 0. Timeline Number 2.

  Chara and Frisk both held XGaster’s hands while [Name] hid behind him, clutching his long coat as they began growing timid. They were very unsure about this. [Name] clutched Asriel’s heart locket close to their heart, still feeling blue about the last timeline.

I have overwritten the previous timeline in a new story.

  XGaster gently pushed the two brothers towards Asgore and Toriel, with [Name] slowly following from behind. They still held Asriel’s heart locket tightly, refusing to ever let it go.

The children will be surrounded by my creations.

  Chara and [Name] both looked down with a small frown.

“Not again” - said two of them.

  XGaster looked down on both children sternly, raising his head up high.

I do not accept that world in my universe.

  Just like the first timeline, time did pass.

  Yellow, purple, and bits of blue flowers sprouted from the ground, dancing lovingly as the wind also danced among them.

  [Name] was just adjusting Asriel’s heart locket back on its true owner. Asriel smiled gleefully as [Name] showed how to play the music box in the heart locket, with Asriel doing exactly what he was told. After many successful tries, Asriel went back to playing tag with Frisk.

  But once Asriel left, [Name]’s face fell to a frown. Was this timeline for the best? They were relieved to see everyone again. . . but it didn’t feel right to them. [Name] had a feeling that Chara felt the same, only sadder.

  [Name] began walking to where Chara was seated, on one of the balconies to see the view of the town of this world. They swiftly got on the balcony to take a seat next to Chara, who didn’t even move.

  “You alright?” [Name] asked despite already knowing the answer. Chara probably felt even worse than they did.

  As expected, they didn’t receive an answer. Chara only brought his knee to his chest.

  But to [Name]’s surprise, a faint melody played from behind them.

(How did Asgore get a heart locket? [Name] learned how to make heart lockets, so there is no need to give the same one since each one is made for a certain someone)

  “This is the perfect day to play outside with your brothers. Why the long face, my children?” Asgore’s deep yet calming voice asked the two children, who hung their heads low as they viewed the town that was their kingdom. Asgore noticed that Chara and [Name] fell down in the dumps. As their father, he couldn’t help but worry about them. So, he’s taking matters into his own hands.

  [Name] scooched over, away from Chara to be more specific, to make space for Asgore to take a seat right in the middle. They patted the space that they offered him, with the King nodding politely and taking a sit down next to his children.

  “I wouldn’t be upset if at least everyone could remember something that happened a long time ago. . .” Chara reluctantly replied as he curled himself into a ball.

  “Something from the past?” Asgore repeated to himself. “Sadly, you’re right, little one. I don’t have any idea what you are talking about. . . But, if something really bad happened before, you shouldn’t be upset about it,” Asgore sadly replied with an understanding tone, wishing he could understand what these two were going through. Asgore turned to [Name], who shifted themselves into a similar position that Chara was in. “What about you, young one?”

  “I’m just worried for my brother, mister,” [Name] replied, looking to their side. They really didn’t want Asgore worrying for them, too. [Name] thinks that they’re fine enough to not be worried about.

  “You know it’s not good to lie, right?” Asgore pointed out, making [Name] look up to him. Chara also caught this, slowly shifting his head to catch a closer look of [Name].

  How could he not notice this?

  “It’s just. . . what if this all ends again?” [Name] questioned (themselves, mostly). “I don’t want the past to repeat yet. . .”

  “. . . Learn from the past, and don’t let it happen again,” Asgore began, unknowingly cutting off [Name]’s sentence. [Name] didn’t seem to have a problem with it, though. They had a feeling he might say something important to both them and Chara. They wanted to hear every word that came out of his mouth as the music box melody that they made played.

  “Don’t let that make you two prisoners,” Asgore continued. He smiled fondly at the two, noticing that their heads slowly jerked back up to meet his eyes. “You two are human children that must be happy. And I’m an old monster willing to be the best father for the both of you, alongside your brothers.”

  [Name] felt a small smile appear on their face as they heard his words. Asgore never changed.

  “So, what do you two say? Can we help create some good memories for the future for you both?” Asgore asked them with a warm smile, hoping he cheered them up like a good father would.

  Chara smiled, noticing that [Name]’s spirits were beginning to lift. He then looked off to the town as [Name] leaned on Asgore for comfort. Asgore stretched both his hands towards his children and gently grabbed both of them by the shoulders.

  “Of course, you can, Dad,” the two replied wholeheartedly.

‹―💜―›

  [Name] watched as a flower began to lose its petals. They then looked to the scene in front of them as they walked over to where Frisk and Sans were.

  It was a hot day today. Which was perfect to dig into some frozen treats!

  Chara and Asriel were both eating their frozen treats with smiles as Asgore received a huge ice cream in a large cup with the words “Best Dad” on it. He was practically crying tears of joy while his sons patted his back.

  [Name] chuckled at the sight, smiling to themselves before they found out that they were close to where Frisk and Sans were. They noticed that the double popsicles and [favorite frozen treat] were beginning to melt. So, they quickly walked towards them before the frozen treats completely melted.

  “Man, I don’t understand how everyone here can wear so many clothes in the summer,” Frisk wondered, noticing that many people and monsters were wearing pants and sweaters on this hot day. “It must feel like burning in hell, right Sans?”

  “Nah. I managed to sell them a full box of sunscreen bottles tested by myself. Their skins will be super safe, hehehe,” Sans chuckled out.

  “Popsicles for my two favorite living beings!” [Name] chirped in, handing Frisk the double popsicle. Frisk snapped the double popsicle apart, handing one to Sans, who happily took it.

  “Since when was I your favorite living being?” Frisk jokingly asked [Name]. “If anything, you would probably be burying me alive right now.”

  “And don’t you say that to everyone you know, kid?” Sans asked in the same joking manner Frisk spoke in while tilting his skull to the side.

  “Shut up and enjoy this view, guys,” [Name] was quick to end this conversation as they took a seat next to Frisk. “But didn’t those sunscreen bottles say cooking oil on the labels?” [Name] spoke up, remembering finding Sans having a small stand.

  “Super Sans-creen, heh. Tested by me,” Sans proudly stated with a grin, making a proud pose while at. “My skin will be super safe all summer long,” he stated as [Name], and Alphys approached his stand. Alphys grabbed one while [Name] kneeled down to match their height/looked beside Alphys (what? You are either tall and short, depending on your real size. Of course, I’m adding options for that because I, myself, am short).

  “Hey, goofy ass,” [Name] called out Sans, snapping him out of his trance of imagining making a lot of money thanks to this. “First, you don’t have any skin,” they pointed out while raising a finger with a raised brow.

  “A-And these bottle labels clearly say, ‘cooking oil’. . . !” Alphys pointed out, showing the label that indeed had the word ‘cooking oil’ on it.

  “Whoops.”

  Sans swiftly placed a sign that says, “Eye Exam for 1 Gold.”

  “I forgot to put this in the morning.”

  “As I said, their skins will be super safe," Sans repeated himself with a small laugh. This earned [Name] walking towards him just to take a seat behind him.

  Then they smacked him in the skull.

  "Hey, what was that-"

  "You deserve it."

  Frisk knew he couldn’t do anything to save Sans from his sibling’s wrath.

  The trio ended up breaking into a fit of laughter before Sans spoke up again.

  “It’s good to see you and your bro smile and enjoy himself with everyone. Asgore is so good at encouraging people, isn’t he?"said Sans. “You can say that again, buddy,” [Name] commented on what he said.

  “It’s kinda ironic. Remember what we talked about a couple of years ago?” Frisk recalled a certain memory as he looked behind him. “How can it be possible that someone without empathy could create a good-hearted being like Asgore?”

  “Chara, Frisk, and I can’t really understand XGaster at all,” [Name] continued what Frisk had in mind. “But I’m really glad he could give us someone better than himself.”

  “Is it okay that I know this, kiddos?” Sans turned to his human friends, who were still happily eating their frozen treats. “What if he decides to end all of this? What could we do for you three?” Sans asked them, beginning to grow slightly concerned for the three. He knew about their current problem and couldn’t help but worry for the three humans.

  “Chara has someone who is helping him to become stronger. I have someone reliable that can listen to me,” Frisk told him. “And [Name] has three incredible brothers.”

  “Didn’t they try to bury you three alive last week?”

  “It was only for three hours! They got over it!”

  [Name] laughed. “That’s what you get for hiding those [favorite candy] from me! I worked my ass off to a lifetime supply of them!”

  “Candy isn’t good for you, [Name]!” Frisk scolded them in a playful manner.

  “Then popsicles aren’t good for you!”

  “Kid’s got a point.”

  “I thought you were on my side, Sans!”

  The three ended up laughing for five minutes before the conversation became serious once again.

  “If anything happens, we can fight the pain. No matter how hard he tries, he can not make us forget,” [Name] continued with a smile.

  “My brothers and I are not his creations, after all.”

‹―💜―›

Entry Number 1. Timeline Number 2.

Too much happiness.

At this rate, I won’t be able to create the best story in the entire multiverse.

Maybe. . . death can make this more interesting.

  [Name] was walking back home with groceries, humming a small tune. They remembered that Sans was supposed to help them bake a nice quiche together with Toriel.

  Speaking of Sans, [Name] swore they saw him up ahead.

  “Hey, Sans!” [Name] waved at their skeleton friend. But. . . they didn’t even receive an answer. [Name] casually lowered their hand, their suspicions beginning to grow as they slowly walked towards the bonehead of a friend. “Sans? Are you there?” [Name] was standing in front of Sans, tilting their head.

  Their eyes widened as they quickly reacted to what had just happened.

  Sans collapsed right into their arms, breathing heavily.

  “Sans!? What the hell happened!?” They urgently asked him for an answer. But he didn't reply.

  [Name] noticed that he was slowly turning to dust.

  "Sans!" Despite their struggle to carry Sans, [Name] quickly puts his arm over their shoulder so they can quickly head inside their home. [Name] quickly headed to their room, where it was loaded with tons of medical kits for humans and monsters.

  The Royal Family soon came in right after seeing [Name] rush by them with Sans, who was nearing death's door.

  "What happened!?" Frisk was quick to question what could have happened to Sans.

  "I don't know!" They exclaimed, gently placing Sans on their bed. "Just pass me one of the medical kits!"

  Frisk did what he was told while all Chara could do was stand there, scared of what might happen.

  This never happened in the first timeline. . .

  Frisk quickly threw the medical kit at [Name], who swiftly caught it with ease after removing Sans' jacket. They noticed a small hole in his shirt with dark red blood.

  'So he was attacked. . .'  [Name] thought while quickly pressing on the wound with his jacket. But they knew it was useless since he was a skeleton. It couldn't work like that.

  All they could do was cry while Sans slowly turned into dust.

  [Name] truly felt bad that Papyrus couldn’t say goodbye to his brother.

  (I know XGaster was there, but honestly. . . screw XGaster. Sorry, Papyrus)

Everyone looks affected by this loss. Especially the three humans.

  Not long after his death, [Name] found themselves as a witness to another major death.

  Asgore’s eyes widened as she was stabbed by XGaster, using a sharp spike from his hand to strike Asgore right through the soul. Said monster fell right onto his back, where another spike was awaiting him.

  [Name] flinched but remained quiet once the tree branch harshly moved, causing some leaves to fall to the ground. They wanted to look back, but that would only cause XGaster to see them.

  They chose to stay low until XGaster left.

  After awaiting XGaster’s departure, they quickly ran towards Asgore.

  He wasn’t breathing. But his body still remained while slowly turning into dust.

  [Name] cried loudly, catching the attention of far passerbyers. Unfortunately, their family was one of them.

  The royal family, alongside many monsters, rushed to the scene. Toriel wept silently while Frisk comforted her, holding back tears of his own. He watches as Chara screams out for his father, being held back by Asriel and Undyne, who were also greatly saddened by the King’s sudden death.

Their reactions are worth observing. This atmosphere makes me feel what ███ describes as excitement.

  XGaster arrived again with a smile on his face, still wiping off the blood on his hand. Alphys clutches her papers tightly to her chest, a feeling of uneasiness washing over her.

‹―💜―›

Entry Number 2. Timeline Number 3.

Have I done something awful?

No. . . This is how life is supposed to work.

Evolution requires sacrifice.

  The three human siblings watched the garden that their father used to attend today. The flowers were all wilted and dry as the wind blew.

  [Name] replied both death of their loved ones in their mind, the imagery of XGaster never leaving their mind.

  "I think I know who killed Sans and Asgore. . ."

Entry Number 3. Timeline Number 2.

There is nothing left. It's time to overwrite this story once again.

  The three managed to find XGaster at the very moment his boney fingers almost touched the Overwrite button.

  Chara roughly grabbed XGaster by the collar of his turtleneck as Frisk tried to hold him back. [Name] stood beside them, giving XGaster a side eye. They didn't even bother to stop Chara. In fact, they wanted him to finish XGaster right then and there.

  Wait. . . Why were they thinking that?

  "ENOUGH," Chara boomed with gritted teeth. "Do you think this is funny!? What else do you want from them!?" He demanded XGaster to spill answers, with [Name] slowly taking a pocket knife out from their pocket.

  This didn't go unnoticed by Frisk, who grabbed their hand as a motion for them to