Its midnight, you were sure. And as always, your mind won't let you rest.

Do you regret the things you have done?

At first, obviously you did not. You thought of once the done was made it couldn't be restored as they wished, however, your so-called partner didn't think the way you did.

As a demon, your power was so high you could actually play god.

The first time you woke up, you were bounded to that child whose determination were strong enough to keep you around.

They were younger, they did not talk.

For some reason, people started calling them by your name.

Maybe because they were human just like you, maybe because the monsters were such idiots, and actually mistook them with you.

But that was impossible, you were dead, everyone knew.

In the end, you didn't care, neither did the human. You followed them, you honestly didn't have other choice. When they tried to read the signs, you perfectly knew they had no idea of what it was wrote in them.

Maybe they didn't know how to read? The human was quite young after all; however you perfectly knew the reason was them not know monster language.

Writing, whatever.

Still, you never discarded the possibility of them not knowing how to read and probably write as well.

The human would just stare at the sign, maybe trying to comprehend it, or maybe just waiting, expecting for something to happen. Seconds, then minutes passed, and if it weren't for you interfering, you were sure the human could actually wait hours, standing there for something to happen. So, you softly whisper at their ear, reading loud enough for them to hear.

You had no trouble translating it, you were used to this.

Maybe you were also a fool. But the more time you spend by the human's side, the more comfortable you felt, even to the point of putting formalities aside and start joking for and with them.

From little interactions with things such as holes, dogs and their reflection in the mirror, to give them advice at puzzles, facing danger as well as making new bonds.

By showing kindness, you felt weak, but you couldn't help it. You tried to convince yourself it was only for now, until something different occurred.

You got to know the human's name. "Frisk" was the name the human revealed to your brother.

When everything ended, you were curious why the human decided to go back on their steps. By talking to every monster left, you thought of it as a waste of time, but you understood your place as a spectator, so you silently watched, translating their body languages as well as signs when necessary.

When you both returned to the point where you both wake up in, you recognized the silhouette of your brother watching over the bed of golden flowers.

Frisk stayed with him, and Asriel said what he wished and needed to. Explaining your actions as well as his part of the story. You listened carefully, and when finish, you couldn't help but feel ironically amused.

You agreed with his words, you never were the greatest person as everyone thought. You truly were horrible.

You were human after all.

And all humans deserved to rotten in hell, including you.

You repeated the adventure more than you would have liked, but for some reason, you never grew tired of it, and you were sure neither did the human, Frisk.

You managed to see your loved ones from your past life for many times, your mother, your father, even your brother just like mentioned. But unlike your past life, your love for them reduced just to sympathy; and that was ok.

At this point, when you both had seen everything, every little detail from the same route with the same happy ending, you knew that because of the curiosity it was time for them to dare try new outcomes.

First, they started by getting rid of just one important character; as expected, both got a different outcome, something new.

Some ends were bittersweet, others neutral, they hold every feeling you would expect: sadness, bitter, but mostly hate. And after seeing all, it was time to go to extreme measures, deep into unknown territory.

Because you were a spectator, but also an (invisible) important piece of the story, you decided to classify the different outcomes both had reached;

The one where everyone was finally free, safe and happy. Satisfied by your interactions and by refusing to fight. A pacifist route, a pacifist ending.

The ones where by taking pieces of the board that changed something in the story. Whether it was by hurting or murdering some or just one. A neutral route, a neutral ending.

There was just one left, the one in where all pieces as well as side characters most need to be removed no matter what. A genocide route, a genocide ending.

You wonder of the outcome from the last.

The emptier the surroundings became, the more your satisfaction grew. These weren't any sensations like before. There was nothing but adrenaline and apathy.

The place would fall in a deadly silence at the human's presence, some monsters even bold enough to whisper about them. But there's no issue, you would whisper them how many were left before going further.

At some point dust covered the human's shoes. Monster dust. You would grin at every call of help the monsters would shout, knowing no one would come.

When the human killed Toriel, you felt a strange feeling, a strange pity, but ignore it anyway. You knew Frisk wasn't fighting back, because no matter how much it pained them, in the end just like you they wanted to see where would it end.

Despair was everywhere, distant sobbing and suspicious noises could be heard by both. Frisk knew it was from the remining monsters running away, to hide from them. But not all of them.

Some monsters were fool enough to show mercy towards them.

Frisk thought of them, of Papyrus, Monster Kid, even Asgore, and at some point Toriel. Them now being dust in some part of the underground.

The struggle with Sans as well as Undyne was such a trouble, making both slowly progress. The human died multiple times, there was no doubt in that fact. But just as expected, in the end nothing stopped them.

When fighting, Frisk would avoid the attacks, you would give them information and the human would fight.

Sometimes even Frisk attacked as well, for the sake of experience the adrenaline, but the human didn't notice that.

You knew that after all the pain, Frisk finally blocked the guilt, becoming the apathy everyone saw in their behavior.

When they finally killed your brother, before you knew, you stopped being a presence.

You stopped being 'the voice that follows'.

You introduced yourself.

You smiled at them, presenting yourself as the demon that comes when people call its name. You explain your awakening, and the things you learned thanks to them. You know Frisk is listening, however you are talking to the one behind the threads.

However of who's listening and who's answering, you propose both the choice of erase the useless world both destroyed. A world where only remains empty places, with nothing left but broken hopes and dreams.

What was the use of keeping it at this point? You wondered was you waited for their answer.

Then, the realization suddenly hit you. Of what does that satisfaction you felt every time something was removed really meant.

Of feeling received.

Every time something was removed and the stats became higher, the bigger the possibilities of creating a new world became.

You proposed to erase the now pointless world in order to move into the next, and when done, you could finally start working in fixing the mess.

You did not move, smiling at them while waiting for them to make a choice, but whatever they choose, you already had a plan in mind.

You notice their hand shook, stopping between both choices. The human started regretting their decisions it seemed, but Frisk understood and accepted the consequences.

Frisk unlike the human, started with something they didn't agree at all, of something they still doubt of doing, however, they learned to deal with it at the end. For Frisk, the correct choice was to let it go and erase what was now unsurmountable.

Your smile stretched, Frisk did know better.

The human by the other hand, the one who forced the route to start without any hesitation, the one who did not doubt of destroying it all was now regretting it.

Were they afraid just like Asriel was?

Afraid of all reaching its absolute end and so leaving nothing behind for them?

Frisk's hand tried to reach the ERASE button, just for it to get back on hold such action, refusing to give. The SOUL above Frisk's chest glowed intensively, reflecting the anxiety of gaining control back.

You wanted to laugh at how useless this struggle was.

You did nothing and stand still, playing your role as the spectator you were, after all it did no matter what was chosen, you were the one in control.

The struggle ended with Frisk being defeated, as the human selected the DO NOT button.

At first, you notice Frisk's despair, but still played dumb anyway, showing confusion over the chosen decision.

Your eyes widened, as your passive smile slowly turned into a twisted one only to finally conclude by stating that no matter what they wished, they never had the power over it as they thought.

Ending it by getting rid of their presence, you looked at the now still body of your (true) partner laying over the non-existent floor. The heart's red shine slowly dying as it implies the puppet master is now gone.

You walk towards them, noticing the floating SOUL.

You take it.

By getting on your knees you hold Frisk's inert body in your arms, returning the SOUL right into the inside of Frisk's chest, where it belongs.

Gently letting go, you let the unconscious one rest for a while.

There were things needed to be done.