Epilogue
Long ago, two races ruled over the earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS
One day, war broke out between the two races.
After a long battle, the humans were victorious
They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell

Many years later...

Mt. Ebott 20XX/p
Legends say that those who climb the mountain never return...

UNDERTALE

Name the fallen human:
BACON
This name is already taken. Proceed anyway?
Yes No
Name the fallen human:
PAPYRU
I'll allow it! (But the name is already taken. Proceed anyway?)
Yes No
Name the fallen human
FRISK
This name will make your life hell. (But the name is already taken. Proceed anyway?)

Yes No

You awake in a field of yellow flowers in a place you do not recognize. Rising to your feet, you brush yourself off and take a look at your surroundings. It seemed to be a huge cave of sorts and apparently the flowers here broke your fall? You try not to question it since it saved your life. Looking up you can see the hole you fell through. Definitely not going back the way you came. Instead, you decide to venture forward into the cave, armed only with a stick and a band-aid you forgot was in your pocket.

Walking down the hallway you see a wide open door leading deeper into the cave, however you do not head into the door as a figure blocks your way. The shadows of the cave seem to obscure the figure from sight but you make out that this appears to be another person about your age, and yet, something about it is off-setting. The figure remains still until you either approach it, or call out to it and then, as if on command, a brightly shaded rainbow of lights pours out of the figure's eye. Its hand emerges from the darkness giving you just enough time to see that the hand was not human at all, but skeletal as your body is flown backwards into the chamber. Yellow flower petals are knocked up into the air as you land.

HP: 19/20

Footsteps echo through the chamber as the figure moves away from the door and closer to you. Your eyes are locked on the figure's eyes and their flashing pupils. Was Frisk already doomed before they even began? Rising to your feet, you draw your weapon as the world perspective shifts into battle phase. You have enough time to realize that in this mode, you control the heart with the arrow keys, presumably to dodge attacks and keep yourself alive. As you get familiar with this concept...the figure appears!

Its you.

Although they are without skin, and have a large blade in tow, this person...just by looking at their face you can tell...its you! The skeleton stares at you without making a move. You note that the skeleton had the same jeans and shoes that you did only that they were far more torn than your own, to the point that the pants were basically shorts. It was likely that this skeleton had the same shirt on as you but, it was impossible to tell with the armor they were wearing. It was a kind of opaque plate mail that covered the whole torso with a strange rune emblazoned in the middle. Definitely a body suited for battle. The rainbow eyes however are the most distracting because, as a skeleton its eye hole was quite large, but there was a smaller pupil inside the eye that was constantly cycling colors. This did not feel like a battle that was supposed to be happening this soon.

Their expression is neutral, controlled, as though they are ready to jump at the blink of an eye, but disciplined enough to wait for the nanosecond before combat started to do so. You also feel as though they are looking more through you than at you...

It continues to stand still, waiting for your response. You see that you have several options: Fight, Act, Item and Mercy. You decide to try act first as you can't imagine fighting something of this magnitude. One of the options is check, which seemed like a pretty safe and neutral option.

?
HP: ? ATK: ? DEF: ?
Determination.

The skeleton takes its turn, slowly reaching for their blade. To you, it doesn't even look like they cut before lines start appearing around your heart. You instinctively dodge but notice that the cuts are not aimed at you. Instead, they were forming letters.

G A M E
O V E R

Disturbed by this, you try to run but of course, the flee option is not available. How could the game be over? It had just begun! Hitting the act button you attempt to talk to the skeleton, telling it that you do not want to be killed. Finally, it speaks in a voice not much different than your own.

"Human...What is your name?"

Feeling slightly more at ease with the mysterious skeleton you tell it the name that you entered at the title screen. This does not sit well with the skeleton as the tension shifts dramatically. Thrusting its empty hand to the side a heart begins to form behind the skeleton, but looking closely you see that the heart isn't just one big heart but rather thousands and thousands of little hearts circulating together. The skeleton places its hand on the heart and it opens slightly to reveal the heart in the very center labeled "Frisk"

"Wrong. A coward like you could never be FRISK."

Its at this point that the world seems to lose control. Your vision becomes hazy and the strength in your body seems to be leaving you. Looking down at your body you see that you are not the striped shirted child you were when you fell down the hole but...Yourself! One of many real humans who purchased the game UNDERTALE. The skeleton sees your confusion and smirks, grazing its fingers through the heart like files in a cabinet until they reveal a new heart.

It has your name on it.

"So THAT'S your name. Its good to meet you. Now, please lay down your weapon, it will make my job...a whole lot easier."

? is sparing you.

With the world spiraling and spinning like it was, none of it really made much sense. You decide its best to not fight this boss monster and do as they ask, when you do this, the battle immediately ends.

The skeleton grabs the heart with your name on it and rushes forward, slamming the heart into you. Surprsingly, it doesn't hurt at all. Instead, you see a playback of all the events that occurred in the underground from the Human Monster War, the first fallen child's death, Frisk's appearance, all the way up to their creation of the monster standing before you. Because of this, you understand at that point that to let these monsters be happy, you had to let them go, and that, after a long time of getting to know them it was time to set them free from the prison that was this game. At this point you are unable to make any further commands, simply, turn the game off and carry the legend of the story in your heart.

As the human disappears, the skeleton wipes their brow and forces the giant heart to disappear again, sheathing their blade in the process.

"wow. You look dead tired kid."

From behind, the monster hears the familiar voice of Sans and turns to greet them, speaking through panted breaths

"Oh, sans, its you. I-I think that's the last of em' for today."

"Must be a new record or somethin'. What does that make it...four humans in one day?"

"hahh...haah...Yes. And I'm still no where close to getting rid of this heart."

"Don't sweat it kid, we got all the time in the world to get this done. Why don't you come with Papyrus and me to Grillby's? Get somethin to eat?"

Sans turned to walk down the way and the monster seemed eager to join them but after a moment of thought, they came to a stop, which Sans noticed when he stopped hearing their footsteps.

"...You still think I'm Frisk...don't you? Every day as I march to this spot I hear people talk about how great that person was. And I look up and I gaze at that glowing statue of them in the center of snowdin and see the hope and wonder in the other monsters eyes as they look at it, so I wouldn't blame you if you do. I...see that I look like Frisk, that I should BE Frisk but...I am not. In reality, I have no name, no purpose other than the one I inherited. You've all been very kind to me since I came here (aside from the time you blasted me to pieces :C ) But, sometimes I wonder...Are you guys just perpetuating Frisk's life through me? And more importantly...is that my reason to exist?"

Sans sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Look, I won't deny that you and Frisk appear identical, the resemblance is perfect right down to the bone!"

The monster squinted their eyes at Sans, already tired of the bone puns, but Sans carried on.

"But that human made a lot of bad choices because they thought the way you are thinking now. That you need some kind of purpose to live, or that living is just a means to an end. Take it from me, life is way too unpredictable to ever really define its purpose. When you're thinkin about this stuff, you have to think with color. For example, what's the normal color for all the stop signs in the world?"

"Well...From what you've told me, all stop signs are blue."

"Thats right, all stop signs are blue. But, imagine if you saw a red stop sign. Wouldn't you still come to a stop?"

"I suppose..."

"The structures of life are at the mercy of the people who interpret it, which means the most important thing you can do in your life is to live it to the fullest extent that you can interpret. In other words, you need to be able to live for the sake of living. Frisk figured this out at the end of their life, and I think that's why you and Frisk look so much alike. Somewhere in that big heart, Frisk is watching you, silently cheering you on as their second chance at life. To watch you make friends just to have friends, or to achieve a goal for the sake of achieving a goal or, my personal favorite, to do nothing for the sake of doing nothing!"

"Live for the sake of living...I don't have much of a life of my own, but...do you suppose if I continue to be with you and your brother...I can do that as well?"

"Its certainly not a bad place to start and from there, who knows what could happen. You could hear my bad jokes and become a terrible comedian, an amazing pasta chief like my brother, a talented knight like undyne, or whatever pull together in that head of yours."

The monster reflects on what Sans said to them. The idea was very broad and seemed to have lots of stipulations that couldn't possibly make it as simple as Sans was describing it, but, knowing that they were made off of the dreams of a child that just wanted to live...filled the monster with determination.

"Looks like your gettin' the hang of it already. Over here Calibri, I know a shortcut."

"Calibri?"

"Yeah, I have to call you something don't I?"

Somehow...it felt like the best name the monster could have.