Doctor Void stared out at his main laboratory. Everything that his family had tried to do, gone. Unraveled in a single day, thanks to a GL being sick. He walked across the floor, watching the unsuspecting employees continue to work around their computers, not yet knowing every single one of them were about to lose their jobs if he wasn’t strong enough. One mistake. Just, one.

There was only one chance at redemption. If it didn’t work, there was nothing more he could do.

“Let me go!” A young boy screamed and kicked as he was dragged to him. “I never did anything to you!” The hatred in his eyes. So much determination. Yet, was it enough? He moved to a drawer where he took out a determinator probe and placed it in front of the boy. He struggled.

“Barely enough,” Doctor Void had to admit. “He must have simply doubled by accident, not because of his determination.” It happened. Rare, but happened. The boy now had a regular single soul though, and he had what he needed. “Bring him to the extractor.”

The boy repeatedly kept yelling no, already guessing his fate. Overreaction. It happened to humans all the time naturally. He would be fine. “Once this is all fixed, I will get you your own Guiding Light. You’ll be fine.” The boy ranted more about how he didn’t want a GL, how he’d rather just be killed, oh woe is him, etc.

If only they had permission for the good equipment. There would be nothing to drag anyone to, and no going out and trying to bring anyone back. It would simply find the strongest determined soul, and beam the soul straight to the lab. No muss. No fuss. No screams and cries begging for mercy or death. Quick, clean and efficient.

I won’t let them do it. I can’t let them do it. He wasn’t just a body, he was a soul too. It didn’t matter that some humans couldn’t always hold theirs, that was different. It wasn’t him, and they didn’t have to go through what he would have to.

He’d already overheard him. He knew what he wanted, and he knew? Frisk had no chance of escape, not with their technology and what they would do. I’m gone now. He couldn’t save himself anymore. There was only one thing left to do. When they extracted the determination from his soul, he would let go of his complete self too. Mind and body.

He didn’t want to live like that. He didn’t want to live like that.

He felt himself being thrown into the extractor. The lock sealed up tight behind him as he looked around. He was only restrained by the people who were carrying him, so he was free to express himself. He could bang on the glass with his hands or kick around with his feet. He could, but that’s what they wanted. For the soul to express itself in a pointless manner. Not to stay calm.

Not to stay focused. On the brink of what would be his death, of the end of who he had been. Only his determination could let him do it. Before they take it away . . .

A message. A message that only souls with the strongest souls would hear.

I refuse to let them win. I refuse to let them win. I refuse to let them win. Frisk Carlisle. Wherever you are. Then, he stopped. His determination heard something else. At the brink. He was almost at the brink of losing it, and he picked up something he’d never heard before. No human could. And, his request started to change as he heard the echo of the saddest whispers. Never. I’ll never let them. You have to be the one. To stop them. Frisk. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. For all of you. He says sorry too. He couldn’t help me. He couldn’t help you. Yet. Frisk Carlisle. Save Frisk Carlisle, or we’ll never be saved. Everyone! Hear me, please! 

Backyard Surface. Liberty’s Residence . . .

Frisk propped herself up slighty from Sans’ grasp. She could hear something. They had been relaxing in their backyard. All the children were tucked into bed. Her mother and father were in bed. Asgore and Toriel were in bed. Everyone was in bed, except Papyrus who had gone out for some ice cream. “Do you hear that?”

“What?” Sans asked. “There’s nothing but the wind. No one’s even up, Frisk.”

“No. There’s another soul. A strong soul.” Communication of the strongest souls. In death, when souls lingered, they could often communicate a little, before it was all over. But the strongest souls could communicate at almost the brink of death, to other strong souls. That kind of power though. “They are trying to say something.”

. . . Frisk Carlisle must make it . . . hear me . . . there’s no stopping it, not for anyone else. Help. Help. Help. Her. Help her. Succeed.

Help her? Who was it? Why were they wanting to help her?

Inside the Liberty’s Residence . . .

“Jonathan, do you hear that?” Josephine moved out of bed. She could feel it. A falling soul, a strong soul. She could feel that kind of thing. It was sometimes how a human soul said goodbye, especially if they were all alone at their death. Jonathan was still fast asleep. A poor fallen soul. I am here. She listened to the words. Frisk. Her daughter? They were talking about her daughter.

She went and got dressed, heading out the front door before locking up. It was talking about Frisk. She had to feel her way to it. She had to help it, and find out more. The words couldn’t be exact, but Frisk needed to do something. She got into her car and drove off, feeling the direction of the voice. The begging. The pleas.

Outside . . .

“I gotta go, it’s talking about me.” Frisk felt Sans grab onto her hand. She looked back toward him. “I have to go.”

“There’s a voice, a strong voice squawking about protecting you, right?” Sans seemed to hold her even tighter. “Then staying out of it is the best thing. Your pregnant, Frisk. We got the kids here. You can’t just run off. Besides?” She felt herself being pulled closer to him. “I’ll just take it as a warning even more that I need to keep my eye on you. Now come on. Bed. World doesn’t stop spinning for us.”

Frisk looked back down, trying to concentrate. The words, she had trouble hearing them as strong. Her own mind had so much confusion and stress inside. To focus on it was almost impossible. Even if she wanted to follow it. “I don’t think I can follow it.”

“That settles that. Then, bed.” Sans led her into the house. “I’ll wrap you up extra tight.”

24 Hour Ice Cream Shop . . .

“Aw, thank you for my order!” Papyrus greeted the ice cream scooper worker behind the counter. He took his mint chocolate chip, strawberry, and french vanilla stacked cone to a seat. Being without Sans had been hard, but one thing he had liked about being his undercover self before he moved in with Sans again? He had learned about Ice Cream’s many flavors. His quaint little home had been only one block from an ice cream shop. Considering he was always living with some . .  . stressful things now, a nice ice cream before bed was just the ticket.

Airport . . .

“I need this plane,” Josephine demanded. “Let me on. Someone needs my help.” She paid for the late ticket, first class. It took nearly all of the extra money that Asgore and Toriel gave to her and Jonathan, so they didn’t feel as reliant and could get their own groceries and goods if they wanted.

Only twenty dollars left. She was determined to make it.

Morning . . .

Frisk’s mother found herself on a road with at least ten more cars heading in the same direction. Had they all heard the cries of the anguished? Up ahead, she could see a large facility that had the words SRF. The old soul reforming company? Impossible. They employed GL’s to help take care of the soulless. Who is hurting there?

She had her taxi pull into the facility and shut the door. It was the last of her money. She could call to get back home, that was nothing big. She could find a way to a phone somehow. As she walked in, she expected to see some kind of receptionist. She thought she would have to look around deeper, investigate and use her wits to find her way in but-

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. For the world. I’m sorry everyone. The voice no longer sounded alive. It didn’t have an ounce of warmth to it. It was cold. It felt . . .

She watched as a doctor passed some kind of probe over her. It started to make a large sound.

“I never knew this would happen. I was only trying to go back far enough.” He smiled at her. “Good morning. I’m Doctor Void.”

As he said that, she noticed Doctor Curtis. She had seen him before. Wait. Her and Jonathan was unconscious when they were taken, awoken in cells. But him, she had seen him! “You!”

“We could use this one,” Doctor Curtis said. “Frisk Carlisle will come running for her.”

“No need,” Doctor Void said. Josephine felt him grab onto her arm. “According to what I just got off of her?” His smile turned devilish. “She’s even stronger than her daughter.”

Josephine started to struggled. Her blind determination just led her into a trap! “How could I be stupid?!”

“Because strong determination is blind. No idea what it’s doing, it’s just got to do it.” He called for more security, and secured the doors. People who refused to leave were quickly taken care of.

Josephine felt herself being thrown into some kind of machine. Inside of it, was a fallen body. Long gone. You were the one calling to me? Why? She kicked the body bitterly, knowing that at the end, it knew what it was doing. She kicked the door and started to bang on the windows. “Get me out of here! I refuse to stay in here like this!”

No one listened. She started to feel something strange moving through her body. They . . . they were taking her. They were taking away what made her, her. My soul. She stopped banging and tried to concentrate. Help me. Help me, someone!


Huh? Who is there? Who was saying don’t? It didn’t feel . . . right. Who are you?

It. Must. Balance.

The feeling. It wasn’t human at all. It didn’t feel like something a monster would have either. It felt. Fractured. Sh . . . shattered? Are you a shattered soul? She waited for a response, but there was none. As time moved, she felt so much less . . . will. So much less of everything. When her determination felt almost gone, she heard it again. This time, the voice was more than just a whisper. She could hear the softness in it. Familiarity.

You can save Frisk.

Frisk. How did she save Frisk, didn’t she just mess everything up? How?

Don’t break. Rest now.

Josephine felt her body getting weaker as she slid against the glass door. The way the words said it. She couldn’t understand it all. She would never get the chance to. What she did understand was a shattered soul was letting her know. She was saving Frisk . . . by dying. No Guiding Light. She looked back to the other fallen soul. The humans must have realized he was calling out. It took everything to do it.

Josephine hardly had any energy left. She crawled to him and held his hand in hers as she closed her own eyes. She could have survived, let it all happen. But it was clear. To do what they wanted, Frisk would be unborn. And, she was the key. For you, Frisk. They would get more than her determination. They would get a fighter! They would get a girl she gave birth to, who had just as much determination as she once did. With the last of her soul. The last of her will. The last of everything.

She would send Frisk back herself.

Stay. Whole. Rest now.

The voice spoke like a low whisper on the breeze. Soothe. Calming. Lulling her to sleep. Forever. Jonathan. Frisk. I love you so much. A soft tear escaped her eye before she felt herself becoming so light. She knew that voice speaking to her, she couldn’t deny it. Take care.


Frisk found herself lying in bed. Sans was still snuggled up tight to her. After her reaction last night, she wasn’t surprised he was holding her. Yet, something felt wrong. She felt . . .

She opened her eyes. “Sans.” Her voice was soft, dry. There was no grass. It was dirt. The bed was their bed, but they were surrounded by dirt. “Sans.” She called to him stronger. “Sans!” She shook him awake, seeing no house.

“Huh?” Sans woke up. It took him a minute to realize the same thing she did. He rolled out of bed so fast, he barely caught his balance. He stood up and took it all in, same as Frisk had. Then he turned to look at Frisk.

“What happened?” she asked.

He didn’t answer at first. Just placed his hand on her belly.

Sans wasn’t surprised at all when Frisk crumpled. He didn’t blame her. “We have to go to the current Underground place. Get close to it, Frisk. We have to talk to Gaster.” He picked her up. She was in no condition to deal with anything. She? She lost. Everything.

So did he. Papyrus was gone. Juleyard and Al. Jewel and Sunburst. Toriel and Asgore. The whole future. Not to mention? Frisk was no longer pregnant either. Somehow, without Frisk, the humans did it.

They reset time. How Sans and Frisk were brought back, he didn’t know either. No matter how it hurt, all he could do was hold Frisk, and teleport his way around, asking other monsters to help with directions to Mount Ebbott.

Mount Ebbott.

Technically, Gaster would be alive right now, but he didn’t need the present one. He needed the one he’d always communicated with. Through all of time. Even in the time he was alive, his connection should still be down there. “Gaster!” Sans yelled. Frisk was so out of energy, she’d already gone unconscious. “Gaaaaaaster!” He had to connect with him. No matter what it took. Even if he had to stay there for years, he had to know. What happened. “Gaster!”

Sans watched as a strange breeze curled around Frisk’s hair. Gaster. Then, he heard something. Something strong. A very strong Gaster. But. There was something different. He had a voice. A female voice.

Take care of her.

He’d recognize that voice from anywhere. The abrasive tone was gone though. It was something he thought he’d never hear from it. It? Not being Gaster, whom he and Papyrus had assumed it had been. It wasn’t him.

It was Frisk’s mom.

She’d . . . been shattered.