(Type "[H-M]" to begin a Hard Mode RP.)

You are Frisk, genocidal-manic extraordinaire.

You walk through a mostly-empty Snowdin Town, following a trial of a red, blood-like liquid on the snow. You reach the end, stumbling across Sans where you'd normally fight Papyrus.

"... you. you're the human." He said, a wide, toothy smile on his face, with that same red liquid on it. Turns out, it was just liquid DETERMINATION. He looked manic, as he held the decapitated, crying head of Papyrus...