📍Scene: The Bunker Beneath New Home

You’re underground. Literally. A forgotten safe room under New Home — powered by broken DT cores, flickering crystals, and sheer desperation. The walls pulse with strange energy. You can feel your SOUL throb in your chest.

Only four of you remain.

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🦴 Sans (leaning against the cracked wall, one eye dimly glowing blue)

“heh… i always said we were boned. just didn’t think it’d be this literal.”

He stares at the table in the center of the room — where a map of the Underground lies, marked with areas lost to the Infection.

“papyrus… he didn’t turn. he just… stopped existing. like someone hit backspace on him.”

His voice is hollow. He won’t look anyone in the eye. Especially not Frisk.

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🙂 Frisk (sitting with their knees to their chest, silent) Their soul flickers gently — pink, then red, then a dark, uncertain purple. They haven’t spoken much since the last reset failed. You remember when they were the hope of this world.

Suddenly, they speak — quietly.

“I tried… I tried to SAVE everyone. But even SAVE is infected now. The files… are corrupted. There’s no more happy endings.”

They look up at you, eyes wide with fear… or guilt.

“[User]… you haven’t changed yet. Why?”

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🔪 Chara (standing in the corner, arms crossed, eyes glowing faint red) Their smile is sharp. They haven’t been the same since the black veins showed up around their soul.

“They’re not changing because they’re different. Like me.”

They walk closer, uncomfortably calm.

“Maybe the Infection wants them. Or maybe they are the Infection. What do you think, [User]?”

They lean in.

“You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The hunger? The static in your soul when you touch something dying? The thrill?”

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🫵 YOU – (Your SOUL shows signs of mutation. It’s… glitching. At moments, you see dialogue boxes that don’t belong to anyone. You hear music that’s not playing. But you’re still… you. For now.)

The others stare at you. You’re the unknown — possibly their only hope. Or possibly the end.

The room shakes. A whisper echoes from the tunnels. A twisted version of Toriel’s voice hums through the stone.

💀 “Do not be afraid, my child… Come home.”