Entry Number 1. Timeline Number 10.

Every decision made by the experiment is what guides me to my destiny.

If the experiment finds out about it, it will be my end.

I don't want any setbacks, so I will indirectly get involved in its actions.

"OH GOSH, MY BABY!" Toriel frantically cried out, her eyes holding the emotion of fear as she saw multiple monsters trying to get Frisk down from a very tall tree. "Hurry! That branch won't support his weight for too long!"

"P-Please don't jump!" A skittish Whimsun begged Frisk to not move. "Nobody wants you to get hurt!" Another Whimsun chimed in nervously, the anxiety and stress slowly catching up to them with every moment. More Whimsun joined in, trying to convince (beg) for Frisk to come back down safely. But their efforts were all futile, pointless!

With a bunch of head pats from [Name], who happened to be there, Lesser Dog's neck was soaring to the sky. They eventually reach where Frisk was and with a couple of barks and whines, he tries to convince Frisk to come back down safely.

But it was all futile.

A Whimsun fluttered down with nervousness, flying to where XGaster and Toriel stood. "He refuses to leave the tree, your Majesty!" They told Toriel before fainting, slowly falling to the ground. But [Name] was quick to catch the slowly descending Whimsun.

'Attention, seeking? Grow up, experiment. Even your sibling is more mature than that,'  XGaster deadpanned as he stared above to where Frisk was. With a sigh, he told Sans," That's enough. Sans, use your magic."

"Y-Yes sir!" Sans replied, his left eye beginning to glow as he began using his blue magic. With this magic, he managed to turn Frisk's soul blue as he began to slowly yet gently lift him up in the air, preparing to send him down carefully without any sort of casualties. [Name] sent him a thumbs up in encouragement, trying to focus on the positive side of this situation as they began to grow nervous.

XGaster took a look at his hand while all this was happening, taking a closer look at it as he noticed something off. . .

His hand suddenly glitched back before he saw a small glimpse of the future.

"No. . . NO!" He frantically muttered, turning to where Sans stood. "Stop it!"

And with a simple push on Sans arm, it made Frisk plummet directly to the floor.

Toriel gasped as her eyes managed to widen even more and [Name] began to run towards their brother (with Whimsun still in their arms), with Toriel quickly rushing behind. "FRISK!" The tow cried out, reaching to where Frisk was as he just held a blank face while his arm was bent, indicating that it was broken.

"His arm is broken, take him to the castle now!" A Whimsun frantically told them as [Name] was quick to pick Frisk up, not before setting down the Whimsun that had fainted right in their arms. "Be careful! Toriel warned her other human child, somehow growing more worried as she quickly trails behind [Name], who was speed walking to the castle with Frisk in her arms.

Toriel was quite surprised by [Name]'s strength. They didn't appear to have a problem with carrying Frisk, who Asriel couldn't even lift.

Many Whimsun flutter rapidly behind as Sans watches it all with wide eyes, clenching his boney hands as he hides his face with them.

"It was my fault. . ." Sans muttered out, the guilt quickly rushing up to him before facing XGaster. "Why did you-"

Sans cuts himself off as he watches XGaster pant heavily with a creepy smile on his face, observing his hand as he grasps the arm that he somehow recently broke. Everybody was so worried about Frisk that nobody even bats an eye to what injury XGaster mysteriously obtained. XGaster chuckled lightly as he continued panting, the exhaustion catching up to him, "ha. . . ha. . . much better. . ."

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"I kept telling you that it was dangerous, idiot!" [Name] scolded Frisk with a stern yet concerned look as they began wrapping bandages around his arm as he stood still with his famous 'Frisk' face. Toriel came in with the stuff that are needed to make a cast for Frisk, taking [Name]'s place as soon as they finished patching his arm up.

[Name] squint their eyes to notice that bits of red blood began staining the bandages, causing them to groan. All their hard work only for it to be stained in seconds just after finishing it.

"It was dangerous, Frisk!" Asriel protested as well, joining [Name]'s side as tears began to prick his eyes.

"Calm down," Toriel soothed gently as she began to do the procedures of making a cast for Frisk. "Your friends will stay here tonight. Dr. XGaster told us he is very busy and needs to be alone," Toriel continued, making both Asriel and [Name] turn their attention to Sans (Papyrus was there, too. He was somewhere), who was being comforted by Asgore as he slumped down, feeling more guiltier than ever.

The ghost of Chara watches with unamused eyes before floating to where [Name] was. He gave them a couple of headpats out of sympathy before floating back to where Frisk was.

[Name] sent Frisk a knowing look with a raised brow, silently warning him to do it again or else. That was enough for Frisk to get a noticeable reaction: having a face filled with slight fear. Right after that, they approached where Sans was, where Papyrus happened to just arrive there.

"If they are staying for the night, I offer myself to sleep on the couch," [Name] offered, making a solemn looking Sans look up at them while Papyrus gasped.

"But why!?" Papyrus gasped with slight fake shock, possibly already knowing why [Name] was doing this.

"Because for a couple of boneheads, the couch may not be as comfortable to sleep in," [Name] reasoned. "Besides, it's only natural for the oldest one here to offer this."

"It's alright, [Name]," Sans spoke up, lifting his small, gloved hands in protest. "We can sleep on the couch." He didn't really want them to sacrifice a perfectly comfy bed just so he and his brother could sleep there for the night. Sure, Papyrus didn't really like sleeping on the couch but it's not like Sans himself doesn't either.

"It's fine, Sans. It's only for a day, anyway," [Name] calmly replied back with a small smile, patting Papyrus skull. Papyrus lifted his arms up in hooray while Sans felt worse, somehow slouching even more as he hopped down from where Asgore was sitting.

"But as the oldest here-"

"But as the oldest child here," [Name] cut him off, "I offer you two to rest in my bed for the night while I sleep on the couch."

Sans just sighed, knowing he couldn't reason with them.

"Good!" [Name] hummed happily, glad that they could all come to terms with this. "Mum, can I bring Sans and Papyrus to our room so I can show them where they are going to sleep for the night?" [Name] asked for permission, looking up to the Queen herself.

Toriel nodded in response. "Of course, you can, my child."

. . .

A day passed.

And you can tell that the author is growing lazy and lacks motivation so let's fix that with an electric shock-

And now Asriel and Papyrus were seen rushing past the great doors as Sans, [Name], and Frisk walked slowly after them.

"Don't stray too far, children!" Royal Guard 02 exclaimed with a laugh, recalling back to the good days when he was a young boy alongside Royal Guard 01.

"Vroom! Vroom!" Asriel imitated the sound of a moving car before speeding out to the town, his hands in front of him, forming a superhero pose. He also appeared to be wearing a pair of cardboard wings, making him look like a cool hyper god or something. "Let's go, Papyrus!" Asriel laughed, looking behind him to see Papyrus speed waddle towards him.

"I'm a knight!" Papyrus proudly exclaimed as he lifted his spoon up to the air as a dramatic and convenient wind began to blow, making his nonexistent hair dance alongside said wind. His 'knight helmet' that happened to be a metal bucket that was a bit too big for him fell a bit, making Papyrus adjust it before catching up with Asriel with his signature laugh.

"Sans! Frisk! [Name]! Hurry up!" Asriel called out to the three who were lazily trailing behind them, not noticing that [Name] was talking to the royal guards themselves. "A wonderful adventure awaits us!" Papyrus continues with excitement, also unaware about [Name]'s sudden halt.

"I heard that Nice Cream Guy obtained enough gold to open his own small shop," [Name] informed them, not really caring that Sans and Frisk were slowly walking away from them. "I would totally recommend it for your next date, you two!" They sent a thumbs up while flashing a smile, making the two Royal Guards perk up in joy.

"Thanks for that, kid!" Royal Guard 02 thanked them, rubbing his neck. "We owe you one," Royal Guard 01 continued, growing excited about a possible upcoming date with Royal Guard 02.

(one of my otp ships in Undertale alongside Alphys X Undyne <333)

[Name] soon caught up to Frisk and Sans, who were under a sudden awkward tension. They could only notice a couple of things. Sans was nervously averting his gaze that was anywhere but straight (not like he is straight, he is bisexual and that's canon, check Jakei's tumblr account, or deviantart, or. . .). He also was strangely quiet. . . which made [Name]'s suspicions grew.

They have a very sharp memory. And they don't recall a single moment in which Sans was this quiet minus some exceptions.

[Name] patted Sans back in support, giving him a small thumbs up as they gestured with their head towards Frisk.

(While I was writing. . . I wrote this. . .

"Go be gay," [Name] smiled with encouragement.

I dunno why, I just did. And it doesn't feel right-)

With a deep breath and a sigh, Sans hesitantly spoke up. "Umm. . . Frisk. . . ?" He muttered, catching Frisk's attention as he hummed in response with a blank face. "I wanted to talk to you about something. . ."

"What is it?" Frisk blankly asked, tilting his head towards Sans, ignoring [Name]'s slight glare towards him as Chara cringes back, thankful for once that [Name] couldn't see or remember him.

"The tree incident. . ." Sans continued in a low voice, fumbling with his gloves. "I-I'm sorry about your arm. I wasn't strong enough to use my magic and help you. . ." He apologized slowly, choosing his words carefully as [Name] patted his shoulder out of sympathy.

"I'm fine, Sans," Frisk replied, trying and key word: trying to reassure him. "We all know it wasn't your fault," Frisk smiled (to himself) as Chara floated beside him, resting his head on his arms as he kicked his legs back and forth.

"N-No! XGaster was-"

"Get over it."

". . . o-okay. . ."

"The fact that we also broke the ol' man's arm in the process makes you really happy, doesn't it?" Chara questioned with a smug grin, feeling pretty happy himself knowing that fact itself. This made Frisk snicker as he used his hand to push his head up high, smiling in a delightful way that creeped out [Name].

"Yes! What an idiot," Frisk snickered happily as Sans let out an "eh?" while [Name] just appeared besides Frisk, hitting him with their elbow. This made Frisk's face fall right back to his famous 'Frisk' face as [Name] said, "You've been acting weirder than lately, brother."

"Guys! Look what we found!" Luckily, Asriel was quick to shout out to the three, making Frisk let out a sigh of relief as [Name] turned their attention to the youngest duo here alongside Sans. The older trio made their way to where a sandbox was located, with Papyrus carefully observing it as an idea began forming in his little mind.

"Looks like someone was building a miniature town here!" Asriel pointed out, literally pointing at the neatly and well put sand town that someone made. [Name] observed this amazing landscape with awe, completely forgetting about Frisk and their suspicions of him. Sans tilted his head while Frisk still held his iconic expression as the two also observed this town in the sandbox.

"It smells like dedication," Papyrus pointed out, lifting the tin bucket once again to prevent it from falling. The two youngest ones out of the group observed the detailed town of sand before a lightbulb appeared on both of their heads. The two grinned mischievously, making Sans and [Name] groan, knowing that they would have to deal with their shit again.

"Let's play at destroying the town!" Asriel and Papyrus exclaimed excitedly as they already went to work on destroying this well put and dedicated town.

". . . Are you serious?" Frisk muttered out with an irritated expression. He didn't like what these two were going to do one bit. And it appeared that the ghost that followed him had the same idea.

"I feel like these two will be a pain in the ass when they grow up. . ." Chara cursed under his breath at the two children while glaring at them.

Papyrus and Asriel both stomped and kicked many sand houses, making the sand get on their clothing and the floor outside the sandbox. Some even got a bystander's eye, despite being a small dummy. They complained loudly but refrain themselves from throwing hands on these children. Back to the two youngsters, Asriel and Papyrus roared while they cackled in a light evil tone.

"PAPYRUS! STOP!" Sans yelled at his brother, making Papyrus stop what he was doing.

"YOU TOO, ASRIEL DREEMURR!" [Name] harshly yelled at Asriel, making his sins crawl up his spine as he shivered. Nobody liked it when [Name] was like this.

"Ugh. . . I'm too old and tired for this. . ." Frisk groaned out of exhaustion, side eyeing his friends while two of them caused chaos while the other two scolded them.

"XGaster is gonna be mad when he sees how you ruined your clothes!" Sans argued, coming over to his little brother with an upset face.

"I'm having fun! Leave me alone!" Papyrus protested, lifting a sand house and surprisingly not ruining it in the process.

"Listen to me! I'm your older brother!"

[Name] came up behind Asriel without him knowing, lifting him up like a cat as Asriel shrieked in fear (if you're short, oh well). "Same applies to you, brother," [Name] scolded him in a light tone as they walked away from the scene while still holding Asriel. He frowned, knowing damn well [Name] was going to tell their parents about this incident.

"But I want a toy like the other kids!" Papyrus protested as Sans grabbed the little sand house that he held onto, trying to pull it away from Papyrus himself. "This belongs to someone else! Don't be rude!" Sans scolded him, struggling to take away the sand house from Frisk.

But his hand slipped. And with Papyrus being pushed back by the sudden loss of force, the house was sent back, spilling some sand on the skeleton brothers. The sand house fell on top of Frisk, hitting his head and spilling sand on his back.

BONK!

Funny word.

[Name] couldn't help themselves but stifle a small chuckle while the other three looked very scared and guilty. Papyrus covered his mouth out of fear, trembling as his tin bucket fell on his skull. Asriel was too shocked to even express anything or even move. And Sans was stammering an apology while moving his hands in an anxious manner, worried that Frisk might do something about this.

"Uh-Oh. . . Frisk, please forgive us!" Sans anxiously begged for forgiveness, not wanting Frisk to hate him right after a year of their friendship. "We didn't mean to-"

'Calm down. They're only kids. We used to be like that,' Frisk tried to calm himself while shivering (shiver me timbers). 'It's just a bit of sand on our back.'

"It's okay! I'm. . . fine!" Frisk reassured them. But the way his body is shivering could tell the exact opposite and [Name] knew it.

But the four all stood still, petrified for their lives as they spotted something on Frisk's back. Everyone held onto [Name] and Sans for support, who were petrified themselves.

". . . What?" Frisk muttered out, looking back at his friends' petrified forms. "What are you guys looking at?" He asked, the curiosity slowly catching up to him as he began to sweat drop a bit.

"Frisk," Chara blankly looked at him, making Frisk turn towards his ghost of a brother. "RUN!" Chara exclaimed out of fear, his face displaying the amount of trauma and fear he has towards something that Frisk didn't quite understand.

But he did what he was told, anyway. And in such a panic state.

"GYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Frisk screamed in terror, running away from who knows what.

"FRISK!" The group of four cried out for him but to no avail. "YOUR FUCKING ARM, FRISK!" [Name] yelled out, making Sans cover their mouth with his gloved hand while Papyrus repeated the vulgar word many times, with Asriel totally snitching on [Name] later.

Frisk wheezed heavily as his face was filled with panic, running for his life from who knows what. "What's going on, WHAT'S GOING ON!?" Frisk panted heavily as he ran, not noticing Chara's face of complete fear.

"JUST RUN AND DON'T LOOK BACK!" Chara cried out (figuratively and literally).

"GET OUTTA MY WAY!" Frisk warned the townsfolk, dashing past them as they stared at the running human boy with wide eyes. Frisk ran by multiple monsters, knocking out whatever they had in their hands while he managed to make others fly away by his speed alone.

"DON'T LOOK UP EITHER!" Chara warned him with a wail, pointing upwards to who knows where. Unfortunately, Chara should have known that the main character will always do the exact opposite of what they were told to do.

Which leads to Frisk looking up before squinting his eyes.

Jumping above him to pounce on him (and possibly beat him up in the process) was a small Muffet. Muffet hissed at the human feet beneath her as she was about to attack him.

". . . Muffet? Wait a sec-" Frisk muttered out, noticing that Muffet was glaring right at him with her five eyes, making her look terrifying.

"WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU!"

Frisk turned his head, spotting a huge spider on his back somehow. "Oh no!" He cried out, feeling bad for the spider, who was in tears.

SCREECH!

Frisk screeched to a halt immediately to crouch down to grab the spider, the amount of sympathy towards the spider growing even more somehow. "Poor baby!" He frowned, just missing an angry Muffet. Since Muffet was in the air, she flew past Frisk in a comical sense.

SLAM!

Muffet crashed onto a tree with her head.

"Uh-Oh. . .'' Frisk muttered out, sweat dropping at the sight as the spider nuzzled into his hand for dear life.

"It feels so GROSS!" Chara groaned in disgust, hating the fact that he could (somehow or probably not) feel what Frisk feels. The spider's fuzzy appearance and feeling just made Chara grow the feeling of ick. He scrunched up his face while slightly screaming like a girl. "Why did I allow you to create these THINGS!?" Chara complained.

Frisk totally ignored that.

"FRISK!" Frisk turned to see the group running towards him with full speed, with [Name] hugging Frisk tightly. Frisk waved back as [Name] jumped back from the embrace, noticing the thing on Frisk's hand.

"EEK! What the hell is that Frisk!?" [Name] squeaked out in fear, quickly running back behind Papyrus, Sans,