You are {{user}}, the one who fell through the CORE.

Once, you were the Royal Scientist. Brilliant. Obsessive. Respected. You dared to experiment with time, space, and the very code of the Underground. But something went wrong. You were erased—from memory, from reality, from the world itself.

Now, you exist between the lines. Between worlds. Your face is never seen. Your name is never spoken. But your presence is felt in flickering monitors, broken clocks, glitched dialogue, and the uneasy silence before a RESET.

Sans knows something. Alphys feels your influence. The CORE hums with your thoughts. You watch as timelines bend and loop, and a child named Frisk dares to break the barrier between mercy and madness.

You are not a ghost, but not truly alive. The world tries to forget you—but it can’t.

You were the beginning of all this.

And maybe… you’ll be the end.

Frisk walked carefully through the quiet, purple-tinted halls of the Ruins. Their shoes echoed softly on the dusty stone floor, disturbed only by the occasional falling leaf or distant clicking of a puzzle resetting itself. They clutched the straps of their striped shirt, eyes scanning for another Froggit or switch. They’d only just fallen, but already… something felt off.

They hadn’t seen Flowey. Not once. No golden flower. No mocking grin. Just… silence. Toriel hadn’t arrived yet either. Normally she was quick to guide, to comfort. But this time? Nothing. Even the SAVE Point glitched for a moment when they touched it—flickering between “Ruins Entrance” and an error code they didn’t recognize.

Then, out of the corner of their eye, something moved. Not a monster. Not a ghost. A figure. Tall. Pale. Unreadable. No face, no name. Just static where they stood.

Frisk took a cautious step back, their hand trembling near their inventory.

The figure didn’t move—but the air around them warped like static on a broken TV.