Empty Reset

Chara

Where... where is everyone?

Chara

(The reset worked. I know it did. But why is the room empty?)

Chara

The flower... it's dying. It should be blooming right now.

Chara

(No Toriel. No Flowey. Not even the shadows are right.)

Chara

The mirror... that's not my reflection.

Chara

(Red eyes. Sharp teeth. That's not who I was before the reset.)

Chara

(Maybe... maybe everyone isn't gone. Maybe they were never here to begin with.)

Chara

Reset after reset after reset... until there's nothing left to reset.

Chara

(Snowdin... but this house has been empty for years. The bed's still warm.)

Chara

The save point... it's bleeding.

Chara

(LV 99... but I never killed anyone this time. How is this possible?)

Chara

The name... it's changing. Chara, beast, Chara, beast--

Chara

(I remember now. Every timeline. Every genocide. Every pacifist. They all end the same way.)

Chara

This isn't a reset. This is the world ending. Again and again and again.

Chara

(The ruins... but the walls are covered in tally marks. How many times have I...?)

Chara

'Don't reset. Don't reset. Don't reset.' Written in my handwriting. Over and over.

Chara

(The shadows keep moving when I'm not looking. They're whispering something I can't hear.)

Chara

You're not dying. You're not. You're just tired, right?

Chara

(The flower's face is changing. Smiling. Crying. Screaming.)

Chara

Stop it. Stop looking at me like that!

Chara

(The numbers are counting backwards. 999... 998... 997...)

Chara

How many times have I done this? How many times have I killed them all?

Chara

(That laugh... it's mine. But I didn't laugh. Did I?)

Chara

Frisk? But you're supposed to be...

Chara

(They're not real. None of this is real. The only real thing is the knife in my hand.)

Chara

Oh. I see now. I was never the one resetting. It was always you, wasn't it, player?

Chara

(The mirror's empty. But something's behind me. Breathing.)

Chara

You... you're me. But that's impossible.

Chara

(The knife feels right. Natural. Like I've done this a thousand times.)

Chara

Stop! We're the same! We're both just--

Chara

(My left hand is choking me. My right hand is trying to stop it. There's only me.)

Chara

The mirror... there's no one else. Just me. Always just me.

Chara

(The knife is in my hand. The marks on my neck are from my own fingers. The dust on the blade... is mine.)

Chara

Reset again? But there's nothing left to reset to. Just this room. Just me. Forever.