Another reset, another genocide run. Sans sighed to himself as the human approached. What was wrong with this kid? Why were they doing this? Why did they keep coming back? Sans wasn't sure it mattered any more. He was just so tired.
“Please kid. I'm beggin ya. Stop" Sans chuckled to himself. "How many times have we stood here now? 100? 500? 1000? How many times have I stood by and watched as you killed everyone I loved?” Sans shrugged.
“I don't know what to tell you kid. If I'm being honest I've given up; And here I was thinking I'd done that a long time ago... Do your worst kid. I won't stop ya. There's no point anyway. We'll both be back here soon enough”.
The human lunged towards Sans. He made no move to dodge or counter. He just stood, taking the hit and Turning to dust in silence.
'How disappointing' Frisk thought to herself as she pressed reset. The reset button flashed a bright yellow. It became pixelated and began to glitch. The world around Frisk swirled with bright colours of blue, orange and turquoise before beginning to darken. Confused Frisk took one last look at the reset button. She could barely make out the word. The text read Re-Hope.
fanfiction of the Re-Hopetale comic. the fanfiction may be a few pages ahead of the comic at any given time.
1000 resets. 1000 Genocide runs. The human tried to reset once more but something went wrong.
Resetting farther back than ever before a set of twins fall into the underground.
Years later during one of Flowey's many runs he stumbles upon an abandoned lab and a babybones. There's something about her he just cant put his finger on. Something familiar.
Meanwhile all the monsters are beginning to remember previous resets and slowly lose their hope. this loss has given rise to a strange new illness known as madness that is taking over the underground. monsters stricken with the illness are violent and unpredictable. It's up to Flowey, Sans, Papyrus and their new babybones to fix things before the human returns; but it wont be easy, especially now they have their own demons to face.
When forced to repeat the darkest parts of your past, could you honestly say you'd be the same?