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Geno's hand slowly trailed up to his face, his gaze peering throughout the empty void.
"What...What happened?" He slowly questioned, not expecting an answer.
He examined himself to reassure his mind about his nagging feeling of pure insecurity. He created a mental check list: One red scarf, one jacket, one pair of shorts, a pair of determination-stained slippers, decaying bones, a huge gash in his chest, his melting skull, the glitches to HIDE the melting skull, and his ninth of a soul. Everything seemed to be intact and present.
So, why did he feel so odd?
He pondered on the question for a while, sometimes pacing back and forth on the "floor".
Geno then came to a conclusion.
Something must have happened to affect the timelines. Though, what? What possibly could possess the power to disrupt the timelines-
Then, it hit him square in the face.
The glistening of gold was all too familiar to him. Frisk looked frantically at Geno, starting to shake with fear. Geno's left eye socket grew to a shining coloration of blue and red. He felt himself dusting instantly. His time was running out. "Well, guess I'll see you never." Geno shrugged, his grin growing wider. Suddenly, five Gaster blasters materialized from thin air, and shot blinding light at the child before him. The only thing left of Frisk was the echoing sound of their soul shattering.
Geno chuckled to himself, then let himself slowly fall backwards. "Geeeet dunked on."
...
Among the midst of Geno's fading vision, a soft glow illuminated the area. It's glow felt...menacing. The soul was scattered into millions of pieces, but something...mind-blowing occurred.
Slowly,
very slowly...
it crept closer...
and closer...
until the pieces were close enough to be glued together.
The lights dimmed in the hall, only leaving the soft glow of the broken soul visible. The darkness crept closer to it, until a black substance leaked from it's cracks. It strung together, creating a sort of "glue". The soul then repaired itself, releasing a new glow. An unnatural glow. A shining red face appeared from the darkness, a dark hand underneath the soul, inching closer to the floating object. The expression morphed into a terrifying smile, finally grasping onto the red object.
After that...
Geno didn't know.
Everything went black.
Everything was dark.
Ȩ̶̖̰̰͉̱͌̒̓̔̀̈́̈͆͛͂͋̔̅͜͠ ̵̢̙̖͚̻͕͛͐́̐͛̐̋̎̔͒͊ͅv̷̛̛̯̈́̏̉͠ ̵̮́̀̌̎̅̐̋̋̈́è̸̡͍̺̱̠̼͕͉̬̜͔̯̠͘͜ ̴̨͍̯̭̳͎͍̫̬̠̥̝̬̥̳̂͑̈̋͊r̸͍̮̫̱͍̳̹̳̳͒̏͝ ̵̢̪͖̃͑̈́̃̈́̑̓̊͒̕͝y̵̨̡̜̹̜̬͙͔͔̪̱͗̌́̃̋̂͗̅̓͘̕ͅ ̸̨̛̛͇̋̿̈̏͛͛̏̂͋̆̍͝t̷̡̛̛͓̻͎̥͔͙̥͖̪͍͈̹͔͋̊̉͌̾́͂͜͝͠ ̶̬̳̮̀̽͒̅̅̌h̵̢̻̟͙̲̎̽͛̋͛̉̓̓̽̋̌̽̈͠ ̴̡̛̭̩̦̯̤͖̹͔̞̞̠̋̂́͋i̵͔͍̼͚̭̙̯̜̦̘̮͉̻̦̜̾͌̾̋͂̏͗͘ ̸͔̤̫̗͓̦̯̓̿͐̃̔̀̍̽͠ͅń̷̡̧̨̧̨̛͎̻̲͕̦͍̻͔̰̈́ͅ ̸̗̗̈́̆̂̅͊̋͂̀̓͠ģ̵̙͉̫̦̠͓̥̜͎̜͒͌̕ ̴̨̧̥̤̞̫̺͔̙͔͓̼̼̫͉̂̀͛̀͌͘ ̷̼̺̥͍̭̯͓̬̥͚̬̲͙͚̓w̵̠͙͊̍̌̽̋̈̎͠ ̴͔̳̤̻̮͆̓̂̎͐̄̀a̷̢͙͎̤̬̦͓̤̠͖̤̬̠̋͝ ̴̧̩͚͈͛̈́͋͂͛̽́͘͝ş̴̡̺̥̪͇̺̔́̇̅́̇̇̆͝ ̶̬̤̭̘̳̪̗͎̣̺̻͐̚̚͜͝͠ ̸͙̟̥̣̪͎͉̫̰͓̇ͅe̷̦̤̻̜͚̽͗̏̌͑̊ ̴̧͚̱̤̣̲͖̤͙̥̟͂͋͒͑̐͌͘̕̕͜ͅm̷͕͔̗͇͓̃̄͛̋́̈́̚͝ ̷̧̤̻͔̮͚̻̮̙͕̃͠ͅṕ̶̛͚͙̹͑͌̃̈́͐̔͗̀͋͠ ̷̙͕̰̦͓͈̮͚͎̖̗͙͔̪̬̈́̐͊̐͛͊̄̕͝t̸̮̱̯͕̺̙̱͉̟̆͌̿̚ ̶̨̨̨̢̳̼̦̻̲̩͚͈̦͚̼̎̐̽̌̊́̾y̷̟̮͉͎͇͎̜̱̲̮͒̎̑̓̏ͅ ̶͚̈́̍̽̈́͗͆̾̔͗̆̑̒̆.̴̼̳̝͇̟̳͕̻͋̓̍̕͜͜͝
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FanfictionHe had suffered many, many resets inside this darkness. Inside this...void. Geno Sans was unable to take much longer of this madness that he had put himself through. He wanted it to stop. He wanted it to end. However, little did he know, that Death...
