I've been fighting for so long.
The hatred humans gave me, the endless waves of it, kept growing. I tried to resist it—I am resisting it—but it's everywhere. Every look, every act of cruelty, every moment of betrayal. It all seeped into me, stronger with every loop, every death, every mistake.
Inside me, it's like a war. Hatred is trying to take over, tearing at the edges of my soul, trying to twist me into something I refuse to become. But no matter how hard it tries, no matter how much it overwhelms me, I know this much is true:
There are things about me that will never change.
True determination will always prevail. I'll keep refusing the hatred. I won't let it win.
The battle inside me spilled out.
I don't know how it happened, but the hatred... it corrupted the vessel. My body changed, twisted into something unrecognizable. Tentacles sprouted from my back, curling and writhing with every move. My bones sharpened, piercing through my skin like jagged knives. My rib cage was exposed, warped and broken, my claws tearing through anything they touched.
I looked at myself, and I didn't see me anymore.
And then the killing started.
It wasn't me. It couldn't have been me. But it was my body, my hands, my hatred that tore through them all. Billions of humans, over and over again, Reset after Reset. The hatred consumed everything in its path, leaving nothing behind but dust and silence.
I wanted to stop it. I wanted to stop me.
It only ended when we synchronized.
Chara and I… we fought together, side by side, soul to soul. For the first time, it wasn't just my battle—it was ours. And with her, the hatred didn't stand a chance.
When it was finally gone, I thought I'd feel relief. But instead, all I felt was emptiness. I looked around me, and all I saw was destruction. The hatred was gone, but it had already done its damage.
Frisk… she was dead.
She was lying in front of me, lifeless. And yet, her soul remained. I don't know why, but it was still there, floating above her body like a fragile flame. I couldn't let it go. I wouldn't let it go.
I reached out, grabbed her soul, and absorbed it into mine. I chained it to me, binding it so tightly that she could never escape. She wouldn't get peace. Not after everything. Not after her Judgment.
The Reset came, and I let it happen.
For the first time in so long, I didn't interfere. I didn't try to stop it. I thought maybe, just maybe, humanity could change. That they could prove me wrong.
They didn't.
I watched them, and all I saw was the same cycle repeating itself. Cruelty. Hatred. Fear. It never ended. And so, I made my choice.
I killed them all.
Every human, every soul. Over 8 billion lives, gone. Their souls didn't fade—they were mine now. I trapped each one in a jar, locking them away so they could never Reset, never escape.
I took them all to the realm I found not long ago—a place where they could stay forever, where their sins would echo for eternity.
I thought it would feel like justice. Like balance. But instead, all I feel is the weight of what I've done.
I don't know what comes next.
The hatred is gone, but the scars remain. My soul is heavy, chained to Frisk's, bound by the weight of billions. Chara is still here, still with me, but even she doesn't have the answers.
Maybe there are no answers. Maybe this is all there is—this endless cycle of destruction and regret.
But one thing is certain: I can't go back.
Not anymore.