Non-existent | Undertale Fanfic

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Dark.

Darker.

Yet darker.

The darkness keeps growing.

This experiment looks... Interesting.

I don't remember how much time I've been trapped in this place, but I'll guess it's been some decades already.

Being here is a lot more interesting than what may look. There's nothing, but a the same time... There's everything.

I'm capable to presence everything that happens in the universe. From the genocide route to the pacifist one.

This human in extremely intriguing. And I'm not talking about Frisk. That's just a puppet, a mask. I talk about the human that controls it.

Its behavior it's not from this world. Unlike everyone else, the human acts how it wants, without building an own personality.

I've realized everyone are just some dolls. Toys, programmed to think and act in a defined way. The human just uses them to be entertained. It  plays with them, with their lives.

All of this is fascinating. The human tries out all the possible combination. In the majority, it kills innocent monsters, but, who cares?

...

Well, I do. I DO CARE.

It's killing my family, again and again! And what can I do? WATCH IT.

I'm trapped in this cage forever, forced to see how the people I love dies because a psicopath human.

Is this my punishment? Is this what I deserve for all my mistakes...? Probably.

But the impotency isn't the worst.

The worst is... That I don't exist.

The world has continued perfectly without me. Nobody misses me, no one remembers me, not even my own sons!

Everything I did... Was worthless. All my sacrifices, all the oportunities I left behind, don't matter anymore.

I just want to die. I just to end all this. I tried to suicide multiple times, but it's impossible. I'm stuck here.

I'm sick of this. I don't deserve this! I didn't do anything so bad to get here!

There's got to be a way out of here.

I need to get out.

I need to get out.

I need to get out.

I̷ nȩed ̶to g̛et͢ ́out͝.͘  

I ҉nee̛d ̕t̵o͝ ̡gét̵ ̷o̴u̢t.  

I̸̸ ͏͡ņe͢͏̀ed̛͢͝ ̷̨ţ͘o̶ ̢͟ge̶͜͡t͏ ̨o͡u͏͢t.̕  

I̶ ̸̛́̕N̸͢Ę̷͟E̷͢͜͜Ḑ̡͡͝ ̴̸͝T̡̀͢͠O̵ ̶̡G̡̀͜͡E̸T̸́ ͘͠Ò̸͘Ư̡T̡́҉  

Finally. After a long time. I've found a way to escape this place. It's risky, but that doesn't matter. If I die, I'll finally rest, and if I survive, I'll go with my family again. I can't loose anything.

Bright.

Brigther.

Yet brighter.

The brightness keeps growing.

The brightness keeps growing.

I won't stop.

I need it to stop.

No. No. NO.

I DON'T WANT TO DIE

Į̷͘͟͡ ̨D̷̵Ơ̸̧͞Ņ̷̕͢'͏̷҉̸T̢̀͟ ́͘͢W̶̶̧͟͟A̵͟N҉̴̕͡T͏͡ ̡͢͜͝͝T̵̷̢ ̀͡͏҉ ͡͡ ̢͘͠ ҉̢̛ ̷͏́ ̷̡͜͝ ̢͜͞͡ ̵͘ ҉͝

H́a̵,̨ ͡h͡a,͝ ̨h̵a,̕ h͡a͟,͘ ͝h́a-̧  

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