*But nobody came.
You've gotten that same message as you wandered through the once happy land of the Underground, now a desolate, empty land..with no one else alive in Snowdin, Waterfall, or the Hotlands. Their deaths were by your hand..but they were Monsters; in the end they would've betrayed you, stabbed you in the back for their own selfish reasons--just like those on the Surface had done to you.
*You felt your sins crawling up your back.
The voice inside your head, the demonic possession that was forcing you fight, encouraged you on wards, even if that pesky flower wasn't around to do so.
Watching the ones who might have been your friends turn to dust drove you mad. Their words have rendered you speechless, and gave you second thoughts, but the voice would not let you succumb to their kind gestures..
Everything about that skeleton was irritating: from his puzzles to his laugh. You knew that he was merely chasing a false dream. He c