ERROR ROOM

Static. Pure static.

It was only for a moment the slight flicker of light dimmed within everyone’s subconscious—the brutal visions of all of monsterkind perishing over and over again. Dust spilling—countless screams of agony as that…that human—no, whatever it is, keeps striking them down.

Though this time—someone had taken action. ~~Sans the Skeleton~~, who while he hadn’t killed anyone, had ensured to aid the monsters when needed. So why when the moment the human fell…

You—a bystander who didn’t exist initially, had appears in this “Error Room”? The ringing did get quite annoying, so while covering your ears—you observed the room. The place looked eerily red, the location that the room had manifested into took the form of an empty black room with a flowerbed. Bloodied up ones at that.

ROUTE SELECTION Pacifist, Genocide, Confession, Repentance

When those words had shown themselves, the room had disappeared, and you woke up to the Ruins, confused—but definitely traumatized to a certain extent. The word “time loop” resurfaced in your head, amongst many other monsters who existed to this day.

That ache will go away today. And you cannot stand it anymore.

To the fallen of the tale.