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All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

There was a slight THUD when I hit the flowers. That will NEVER stop hurting, will it? I thought to myself as I got up from the patch of golden flowers. As usual, the patch of light illuminated the immediate area around the flowers. It didn't matter. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I knew it all too well. I looked down and I could almost see the splotches of red blood. This is where Frisk died. I held back a sob. When Frisk and I first fell down here, we were both so scared. It was Frisk's idea to walk towards the massive marble doors at the end of the room. I didn't want to, but she had this look on her face, a look way beyond her years. It was like she was the older sibling, and not me. I followed her advice.

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

We felt so relieved when we finished. Asgore said that we were going to the surface. Frisk started to cry tears of joy. I had never seen her so happy in all my life. I felt like my heart was going to burst. Frisk and I were about to step through the door, when everything started to go fuzzy. "Trev?" Frisk grabbed my hand. "Shh. It's okay Frisk, I'm not letting go, I promise!" Nobody else seemed to notice the fuzziness. Toriel just smiled at us, and Sans cracked another pun. It all seemed so normal to them, like nothing was happening. The only thing I could do was hug Frisk tightly, and wait for the end.

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world

We both woke up on a bed of flowers. The same bed we had fell on the first time. Frisk started to cry. "It's not fair, Trev! It's not fair! We were going to go to back home!" I sighed and held onto her. "I know, sis, I know. We'll make it, we just have to keep going. We have to push on. Remember what dad always said? 'Any place you won't risk your life to get to isn't worth calling home.' We're gonna get home Frisk. I PROMISE you." Frisk buried her head into my chest. She started to cry even more. "Hey, hey... It's ok, Frisk. We're gonna be alright. Trust me." I started to hum a few bars of a song I had once played for marching band. It was a slow ballad, with a harmonic minor key. I used to sing it to Frisk when she couldn't sleep. She began to calm down a little. I helped her to her feet. "C'mon, it'll be easier this time. We already know the drill, right?" She laughed and nodded her head.

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

And so it went. Frisk and I would play the timeline over and over, trying to find some different ending. Hoping that we could make it to the surface. One time, Frisk panicked and killed a Froggit. She was crying over the dust when Toriel found us. She kept saying the Froggit surprised her. She said she was sorry. She said she didn't deserve anyone's love. Toriel and I both hugged her when she said that. We both were thinking the same thing. Everyone deserves to be loved. The ending we got for that timeline was different, but we were no closer to home than before. If anything, we were even further. Trapped in some 'No-space' while we waited for everything to reset.

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

When we woke up in the next timeline, we were still on the bed of flowers, but it was different this time. The flower next to Frisk was red. Stained with blood. I panicked, looking around for a puncture wound. But I saw what was wrong, I saw it all too well. A thin line of blood trickled from her mouth, dropping onto the yellow petals. I sobbed. "No, please, no no no no no! Please, dear god, no!" Her neck was bruised. I ran my hand down her neck, stopping between the 6th and 7th cervical vertebrae. There it was. I put my head against her chest. "NO! Frisk! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I started to cry, holding no tears back. She was dead. My little sister, dead. I pulled myself together, thinking how she could've snapped her neck. It's always been a long drop down, maybe... maybe she just landed the wrong way. Maybe she'd fallen on her head... and... and... No. It couldn't be. I shuddered at the thought. The... the break... it's too clean. She wouldn't of broken it by falling this way. A thought came over me, and I balled my fists. She was murdered. Killed. Purposely.

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world

I screamed out in anger. Something inside me snapped. It's not over! I'll find out who killed Frisk, even if everyone in this wretched place has to die! "Do you hear me?! EVEN IF EVERYONE HAS TO DIE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. The only thing I heard in reply was my echo. I balled my fists and grabbed a medium sized branch. I took out my pocketknife and sharpened it to a point. I made a small fire and burned the edge of the stick until it was almost as strong as metal. A perfect spear. I picked up the spear and tested it. It had almost perfect balance. I threw it, and it landed right in the bed of flowers, destroying several. May God have mercy on any worthless soul I run into. May God forgive me for what I am about to do. I stormed off, ready to face the first monster. This timeline was going to be different. Very different.

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All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

There was a slight THUD when I hit the flowers. That will NEVER stop hurting, will it? I thought to myself as I got up from the patch of golden flowers. As usual, the patch of light illuminated the immediate area around the flowers. It didn't matter. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I knew it all too well. I looked down and I could almost see the splotches of red blood. This is where Frisk died. I held back a sob. When Frisk and I first fell down here, we were both so scared. It was Frisk's idea to walk towards the massive marble doors at the end of the room. I didn't want to, but she had this look on her face, a look way beyond her years. It was like she was the older sibling, and not me. I followed her advice.

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

We felt so relieved when we finished. Asgore said that we were going to the surface. Frisk started to cry tears of joy. I had never seen her so happy in all my life. I felt like my heart was going to burst. Frisk and I were about to step through the door, when everything started to go fuzzy. "Trev?" Frisk grabbed my hand. "Shh. It's okay Frisk, I'm not letting go, I promise!" Nobody else seemed to notice the fuzziness. Toriel just smiled at us, and Sans cracked another pun. It all seemed so normal to them, like nothing was happening. The only thing I could do was hug Frisk tightly, and wait for the end.

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world

We both woke up on a bed of flowers. The same bed we had fell on the first time. Frisk started to cry. "It's not fair, Trev! It's not fair! We were going to go to back home!" I sighed and held onto her. "I know, sis, I know. We'll make it, we just have to keep going. We have to push on. Remember what dad always said? 'Any place you won't risk your life to get to isn't worth calling home.' We're gonna get home Frisk. I PROMISE you." Frisk buried her head into my chest. She started to cry even more. "Hey, hey... It's ok, Frisk. We're gonna be alright. Trust me." I started to hum a few bars of a song I had once played for marching band. It was a slow ballad, with a harmonic minor key. I used to sing it to Frisk when she couldn't sleep. She began to calm down a little. I helped her to her feet. "C'mon, it'll be easier this time. We already know the drill, right?" She laughed and nodded her head.

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

And so it went. Frisk and I would play the timeline over and over, trying to find some different ending. Hoping that we could make it to the surface. One time, Frisk panicked and killed a Froggit. She was crying over the dust when Toriel found us. She kept saying the Froggit surprised her. She said she was sorry. She said she didn't deserve anyone's love. Toriel and I both hugged her when she said that. We both were thinking the same thing. Everyone deserves to be loved. The ending we got for that timeline was different, but we were no closer to home than before. If anything, we were even further. Trapped in some 'No-space' while we waited for everything to reset.

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

When we woke up in the next timeline, we were still on the bed of flowers, but it was different this time. The flower next to Frisk was red. Stained with blood. I panicked, looking around for a puncture wound. But I saw what was wrong, I saw it all too well. A thin line of blood trickled from her mouth, dropping onto the yellow petals. I sobbed. "No, please, no no no no no! Please, dear god, no!" Her neck was bruised. I ran my hand down her neck, stopping between the 6th and 7th cervical vertebrae. There it was. I put my head against her chest. "NO! Frisk! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I started to cry, holding no tears back. She was dead. My little sister, dead. I pulled myself together, thinking how she could've snapped her neck. It's always been a long drop down, maybe... maybe she just landed the wrong way. Maybe she'd fallen on her head... and... and... No. It couldn't be. I shuddered at the thought. The... the break... it's too clean. She wouldn't of broken it by falling this way. A thought came over me, and I balled my fists. She was murdered. Killed. Purposely.

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world

I screamed out in anger. Something inside me snapped. It's not over! I'll find out who killed Frisk, even if everyone in this wretched place has to die! "Do you hear me?! EVEN IF EVERYONE HAS TO DIE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. The only thing I heard in reply was my echo. I balled my fists and grabbed a medium sized branch. I took out my pocketknife and sharpened it to a point. I made a small fire and burned the edge of the stick until it was almost as strong as metal. A perfect spear. I picked up the spear and tested it. It had almost perfect balance. I threw it, and it landed right in the bed of flowers, destroying several. May God have mercy on any worthless soul I run into. May God forgive me for what I am about to do. I stormed off, ready to face the first monster. This timeline was going to be different. Very different.

Enlargen your world...
Mad world