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Journal Entry Number 1:
I thought being away from that Hellish white void would feel… warmer. But it seems as if an eternal chill permeates the castle Nightmare brought me to. I’ve never been happier to have my heavy coat, Chara agrees with me for once.
Maybe it’s because there is no sunlight here. There is no moonlight either. There is just nothing outside these walls, only a deep black void. Perhaps to discourage runaways? It only makes me want to run more though.
If only Nightmare wasn’t our only choice… Ink would have never helped us, I know that now.
My teammates are no less frosty than our glorified prison. I’ve been here three days already and I’ve only seen one of them smile, Killer. I know it’s not genuine, however. Nobody is happy all the time, and that’s doubly true in this place. If anything, his grin looks painted on. It’s unsettling. I don’t trust him.
I don’t trust any of them, but at least the other two don’t put on a facade. They just ignore me and spend their time slacking off when they should be training or putting in the bare minimum of effort when Boss is watching. I’m surprised behaviors like that are allowed here. Even more so, I’m surprised that Killer hasn’t tattled on them yet. He seems like the type. He’s always sticking by Nightmare’s side like a loyal dog.
Chara insists that such a comparison is ironic coming from me, but that’s just because he sucks.
And now he’s pouting…
I don’t have any more observations for today, so I guess I’ll just deal with the annoyance.
Journal Entry Number 2:
A week has passed since I arrived at the castle.
It isn’t too surprising, but I was sent out for a mission already. I thought I would get a chance to grab some pieces to rebuild my universe, but Nightmare forbade me from trying. Despite Chara’s insistence, I obeyed. I’m still being tested, and if I want to keep being on Nightmare’s good side I can’t risk doing something that stupid so soon.
The mission went horribly.
Ink showed up with a couple of other guys who called themselves the ‘Star Sanses’. He seemed surprised by my presence, but we didn’t exactly get the time to chat. I wouldn’t have known what to say if we did, and I’m sure that neither would he.
We were holding our own against them surprisingly well. Killer had the golden one handled, Dust and Horror were obviously toying with the blue one, never losing the upper hand their team-up gave them, and I got left to deal with Ink by myself. I’m stronger than him. I would have won… had I not lost control. It was something stupid too, he just mocked me for choosing to side with them instead of… instead of what? Idly waiting in an empty AU forever until he decided to finally help me? How am I to blame for that?!
Regardless, this is a mistake I cannot repeat.
I will not be as lucky next time.
Hell, I don’t even know how I got away with it this time!
I was the only one at fault for the mission’s failure. I know all the others knew it. I could see it in the way Dust glared at me as we knelt down in front of Nightmare, there was such violent hatred burning in his eye lights. Horror didn’t glance once in my direction, but I’ve seen those two interact enough to know they’re always gonna form a united front.
And yet, when it came the time for Killer to give his report, he took full responsibility for our failure. He didn’t lie. As a matter of fact, he opened the speech by saying that I was the one who messed up. But he also insisted that being the one in charge of the mission, he was to be blamed for it. Something about how he could tell that things would go wrong as soon as he saw how me and Ink looked at each other, but was too curious to see how things would play out to stop it.
Nightmare agreed with his right-hand man fully and dismissed the rest of us.
Truthfully, I’m still shaking.
I don’t know what punishment awaits Killer, and I don’t want to find out what Nightmare will do to me if I step out of line again.
I have to work on keeping my cool.
Journal Entry Number 3:
It was weird to have an almost normal day after the disaster that was yesterday.
Nightmare cooked us breakfast. It was edible. Overly sweet for my taste.
I don’t know how he manages to go from the terrifyingly imposing figure he was yesterday after our failure to the caring monster he showed himself as today. It was as jarring as going from his recruitment pitch to the days of cold indifference that followed. I’m confused. And on edge.
I’m not the only one who’s so tense either. Dust barely ate anything. He mostly sipped on some golden flower tea while sticking as close as he could to Horror who instead had his mouth stuffed with food at all times. Probably as an excuse not to speak. Not that he speaks much in general. I’ve only ever heard him chatting with Dust. Those two are worryingly dependent on one another. I think they could use some help with that, but I doubt they’ll ever get any. Especially in a place like this.
Killer… he was there. He didn’t eat. I don’t think he was allowed to.
He was just standing next to Nightmare the whole morning, holding his left arm as if it hurt. I think I saw some dried marrow poking out from under his sleeve. No one acknowledged his presence, so I didn’t know how to react to it. Even Nightmare mostly acted as if he wasn’t there, though when I was cleaning the table I noticed that one of his tentacles was gripping Killer’s ankle. Was he that afraid that he would run?
I don’t know what to make of that encounter.
I think it was a threat, but in a way, it also felt like a reward? I mean, we did get the rest of the day off, and that’s gotta be some kind of prize, right?
Chara says that it smells of manipulation to him. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should listen. Maybe we should leave… but where would we go? What would we even do?
Besides, it’s not gonna be so bad here if we’re allowed some chances to relax like we did today.
Journal Entry Number 4 :
I didn’t think that Dust or Horror were any more inclined to talk to Killer than they were with me. I was wrong, apparently.
Boss left for some kind of secret mission today. He does that pretty often. Don’t know what he’s planning, it was made clear from the start that we shouldn’t question him. Weirdly enough though, he didn’t bring Killer with him this time. I’m guessing the mission didn’t require much violence.
I was thinking that maybe that meant I could get some proper training in with an actual opponent, and a skilled one at that. I’ve seen him obliterate Dream, I know what he’s capable of. But when I went looking for Killer I found him curled up in a dark room with Dust and Horror sitting next to him. I didn’t know what was happening, so I hid to try and gather some information.
They were talking about me. Well, I was at least mentioned.
The other words I could make out were ‘attachment’, ‘soon’, ‘hurt’, and the phrase ‘we were almost done’. They were mumbling for the most part, especially Horror, so it was hard to hear anything, and what little I understood was not enough to figure out what exactly they were talking about.
I tried to eavesdrop more, although I’m not proud to admit it, but Killer spotted me and called out my name, and the other two immediately stopped talking. Dust was glaring at me with the same kind of intense hatred from a few days ago when I screwed up our mission. Horror, once again, didn’t even look at me, but his crimson eye light turned to a darker shade of red. I definitely deserved their judgment for invading their privacy like that.
In the darkness of the room, I couldn’t see Killer’s face at all, especially as he lacked any eye lights, so there wasn’t even a small glow shining on him, but I can imagine that he was just as furious as his companions were. He’d be right for it.
I probably should have apologized for spying on them, but nothing I could come up with at that moment felt sincere, so I just ran away. Like a coward. Father always said that I was one, why am I so surprised to find that he was right?
I ended up not training today.
I’ll make up for it tomorrow.
Journal Entry Number 5:
I’ve been at the castle for fifteen days now.
If I don’t pay attention to the clocks peppered around I’ve noticed that I struggle to keep tabs on the passage of time. The absence of a day and night cycle is messing with my head. The only thing aside from the clocks that helps are the ‘family meals’ Nightmare insists on organizing from time to time.
I noticed that he favors breakfast.
I think partially it’s because he’s a horrendous cook, so scrambled eggs and bacon are more or less all he can manage. He tried making something in the oven today, and the whole kitchen caught on fire.
How can an immortal God be so incompetent?
Thinking about it… the cookies Ink brought me from time to time also tasted horrible. They tasted like freshly inked parchments. I’m half sure that that’s what they were made of, though I don’t really want to think about it. Both because remembering the taste is making me sort of nauseous and because… I kind of miss Ink.
He was an asshole who refused to help me even if he would have had the power to, but at least hanging out with him was fun.
Being in the castle is so… lonely.
Outside of the aforementioned ‘family meals’ I hardly interact with the others. And during those meals, Nightmare is the only one who makes an effort to chat with me. Although, usually it’s mostly to ask me to give a report about my training, just like he does with the others, or to passive-aggressively push me to give him compliments for his cooking.
Dust and Horror tend to play nice when we’re all together. Dust doesn’t glare at me, though I would prefer that to receiving no acknowledgment at all. He always sticks as close as possible to Horror and usually answers Nightmare’s questions for both of them. It’s clear that Horror struggles to stay focused when food is around. He always looks like a starving animal. Sometimes there is even this weird sort of thick black liquid dripping from his teeth that adds to the primal look in his eyes.
I don’t know how Dust can feel safe sitting next to him.
Killer, meanwhile, becomes a whole other monster when Nightmare is around. It’s like he’s not even a person anymore. He’s always looking out for Boss’ needs. He pours him coffee before he can ask, he eats everything before he can start to complain, and he’s smiley and chatty the whole time. I don’t even know what he’s talking about most of the time, it’s just a continuous stream of senseless rambling. And, somehow, he always notices when Nightmare’s mood shifts, and immediately shuts up if he’s about to speak or if the white noise is no longer appreciated. He’s a perfect tool.
It makes me wonder what version of him is the real one.
Is it the confident sadist I’ve observed during the last mission? Is it Nightmare’s lap dog? Or is it the inscrutable one wrapped in darkness that somehow earned the loyalty of Dust and Horror?
Chara thinks that there is no real him. Just an unending series of masks.
But that’s… bleak, isn’t it?
Journal Entry Number 6 :
We went on another mission today.
I would have been happy to get away from the crushing silence of the castle had I not been feeling so under the weather. I think I’m getting sick. Chara has some wild theories about this being the effect of someone poisoning us, but I don’t think that would make too much sense. I don’t think anyone here would so blatantly go against Nightmare. He’s just paranoid.
Anyway, predictably, the mission didn’t go too well.
We did complete it, but I was struggling to keep up during the fight. Especially as we were up against a guy called Error, another one of the gods. He and Nightmare got some kind of beef because his whole shtick is that he destroys universes as he pleases and Boss can’t farm negativity if everyone’s dead. Regardless, the dude is strong. Those strings of his are seriously dangerous and he can create portals and easily pop in and out of view during battle. Those are his only outstanding powers, however, as he seems to be just a regular Sans aside from that.
Had I not been so dizzy and fatigued, I would have probably been able to take him on by myself.
But that’s not how things went.
A few minutes in I was struggling to stand and I was most definitely not quick enough to dodge his attacks. I can tank a few hits alright, Chara’s determination is to thank for that, but I seriously got worried I wouldn’t make it back alive after getting blasted through a wall.
Thankfully, Killer must have noticed my condition, because he came to my aid. He got me out of the rubble and handed me over to Horror before going back into the fight.
From there, my memory is hazy at best.
I remember Horror cradling me in his arms as if I were a mere babybone and fighting one-handed. He mostly fights one-handed anyway, as he only has one axe to wield. That’s probably why Killer dropped me with him. I think he spoke to me, but I was too out of it to comprehend anything he said. I will not blame him if he wishes to never speak to me again after that, it was so embarrassing.
I don’t remember how the meeting with Nightmare went either. I know I collapsed at some point during it, and then I woke up in my room, tucked into my bed. I assume Horror was the one to bring me here, he seems to be the one who gets saddled with most manual labor.
Overall, I’m just confused.
I thought my teammates would jump at the opportunity to get rid of me, but they didn’t. Not this time, and not last time when I screwed up. And yet I know that they hate me.
It’s all so confusing…
It doesn’t help that my head is so fuzzy still.
I hope I’ll feel better in the morning.
Journal Entry Number 7 :
Cold…
So cold…
Miss Papy and Alphys.
…
Hugs.
Warm now :)
Journal Entry Number 7:
I shall disregard my previous entry as it contains nothing of note.
Despite the high fevers I’ve been running, I can remember most of what happened during the days I was sick, albeit most of my memories are a bit blurred at the edges. I know there were another two ‘family meals’ during the three days my sickness hit its peak. And I know I felt worse after them, so perhaps Chara’s theories weren’t just a result of his paranoia. However, I still don’t understand what anyone would gain from poisoning me… especially when they seemed to all be content ignoring my existence.
I don’t know who did it or how either.
Nightmare prepares all the meals on his own. Though I guess Killer is usually by his side during the process, so he had the best opportunity to contaminate my food. But he gained nothing from it, especially since he’s been the one who looked after me the most. Horror was there too, mostly to carry me from place to place, but Killer was the one who sat by my side through the worst moment, he was the one who helped clean me up when my magic tried to expel whatever toxic shit I was given, and he was the one who procured some still packaged food so I knew I could eat it safely. It just feels unlikely for someone to put in all that effort while sabotaging all their progress.
I’m rooting out Horror too. I don’t know much about the big guy, but it’s obvious he’s got some kind of issue regarding food and I can’t see him tampering with someone else’s. Even if he dislikes that someone. Besides… he was surprisingly gentle when handling me. And I haven’t forgotten the fact that… as embarrassing as it is to admit, when I begged for some affection he was the one that provided it for me.
I still can’t believe I did something so lame… Chara will never let me live it down.
The last suspect that remains on my list is Dust. He’s the one with the strongest motive too, considering he hated me since pretty much the start. However, I just don’t see how he could have managed to slip past both Killer and Boss to tamper with my food.
Regardless, I’ll try to keep a closer eye on him from now on.
Journal Entry Number 8:
Today I had a weird conversation with Killer.
Already the fact that he’s initiated an interaction with me is unusual. In the month I’ve been here, the only times he did so was when he needed to brief me on the mission at hand. And… well, I guess he did talk quite a bit when I was sick, though he did so mostly when I was too tired and out of it to pay attention to what he was saying.
I just didn’t think he would approach me to ask if I liked cats out of the blue like that.
I told him that they’re better than cows but that I’m mostly neutral toward them since I never met one in person. He seemed to find the answer hilarious. He joked that he didn’t expect me to answer it with the same seriousness I use in life-or-death situations. At least, I think he was joking. But he kinda always looks and sounds like he is. The only time I’ve seen him without a smile has been when he was giving a mission report to Nightmare.
I don’t even think I took it that seriously, that’s just my face.
Anyway… I didn’t expect Killer to have a soft spot for animals. Perhaps it’s because I saw him destroying the lives of little kids with the same ferocity and glee he always has when causing chaos. Perhaps it’s because I know that Nightmare doesn’t, and I kind of assumed that Killer bases all of his personality on him.
Then again, Nightmare wouldn’t have cared for me while I was sick. He didn’t. So, clearly, there are some differences there.
Then again, Killer didn’t share his opinion on cats. Maybe he asked because he despises them and he wanted to have something to make fun of me with behind my back. At this point, knowing they do all gossip when Boss isn’t around, I wouldn’t even be surprised.
Not like it would be anything new…
When have I ever been anything but the butt of the joke?
I just wish I could prove my worth to them… I know that’s not my objective here. Even without Chara reminding me about it constantly, I haven’t forgotten Nightmare’s promise. One day, I will rebuild my universe. Piece by piece I will collect all that I need.
Journal Entry Number 9:
For the past few days, things have been… weird.
For one thing, Dust has stopped glaring at me any time I’m around. Horror has started making eye contact with me, he even greeted me this morning when we met each other on the training grounds. Killer has been talking more with me, although he does that mostly in front of Boss and I don’t understand why. He has also trained a couple of times with me when he saw me out alone, and that felt far more genuine than all the useless pleasantries.
Boss seemed really pleased with himself any time Killer approached me to talk, no matter what the topic was. I guess it makes sense? He’s probably been hoping we’d get along. Although it’s not like he put in any effort to facilitate that at any point. I didn’t think he’d care.
I’m just… really confused.
Chara now theorizes that Boss is the one who poisoned us. I think he’s just frustrated that we found no proof that Dust did it.
Personally, Boss just reminds me of Father.
I can never tell what he’s thinking, and I know he has no use for weakness and no mercy for mistakes. He’s powerful and terrifying and everyone respects him because what other choice is there? If he no longer found us useful, he would just kill us. He wouldn’t give us some non-lethal poison and let the others get a chance to nurse us back to health.
Chara insists that getting us sick had been the objective all along. But what would have been the purpose? I don’t get it. It couldn’t have been his strategy to get us all to get along, because that only started happening after Killer asked me about cats.
I feel like I’m saying this far too often, but I’m incredibly confused.
Journal Entry Number 10:
Spending more time with Horror, Dust, and Killer I have noticed something peculiar. When Boss isn’t around for some reason, it will happen often that one of the other three will gather some of the black goop he left behind and use that to communicate with someone. From my understanding, that residue can create a portal, but not one stable enough for them to go through, so they use it as a phone instead.
It’s quite clever, I gotta admit it.
I’m never allowed to hang around them when they do that, but I can be sneaky when I want to. Sometimes. Well, I can manage to go unnoticed if Killer is not around. That guy is way too observant, it’s not natural. It freaks me out a bit.
Anyway, I’ve caught a glimpse of the monster on the other side of the portal. As far as I can tell, he’s a Sans too. Looks weird though. His skull is all cracked, and there’s fire coming out of it. I haven’t been able to catch his name, but he seems intent on helping them do… something. My gut is telling me that they’re gonna try to run away. I know for a fact that can only end horribly.
I don’t know what kind of resources the Sans on the other side has to help them, but he didn’t really look like a god, so I don’t think it will end up mattering.
I don’t know why I’m so bothered by the idea of them dying. Father got rid of guards all the time. I’m fairly sure he wouldn’t have hesitated to get rid of me, Papyrus, or Alphys either if we ever proved to be unworthy of the future he envisioned. I’m familiar with the feeling of losing allies.
I suppose the only reason why the idea bothers me so much is because now all the effort I put into getting along with them feels pointless.
I don’t think I’ve become attached to them yet. We barely spend any time together. The most we do is chat here and there. Sure, Dust also taught me how to care of some of my chronic pain, he makes a cream for that down in the dungeon. He has his setup there because Boss never goes down there. And Killer makes food for us whenever Boss doesn’t, and he trains with me when nobody else will. And, sure, Horror has… hugged me before. He’s offered me more affection than I think I’ve ever received in my life. And he joked with me about our scars, and that did make me feel a lot better about myself.
But we’re not friends.
We’re not close.
Ultimately, they’ve got their own goals and I have mine.
I cannot run or I’ll never be able to recreate my universe. They shouldn’t run if they know what’s good for them, but I cannot stop them if they choose to.
I hope that if they do, they’ll go somewhere Nightmare will never find them.
Journal Entry Number 11:
Nightmare definitely suspects that something is going on.
He’s been snappier lately. During the ‘family meal’ today he ripped away Killer’s soul for no reason. Killer was silent at that moment. Boss only said that he’d been getting too “arrogant” lately and that he needed to be taught where his place was. He shoved Killer’s soul in his own ribcage and I don’t think he’s given it back to him yet. It’s been hours.
I saw Horror summoning his weapon underneath the table, I knew he was about to launch at Boss. I think he would have done it had Dust not turned his soul blue. Boss noticed it too. He dared him to do it and told him he’d gladly show him what happened to “all the ones that came before him”. I don’t want to know what that means, even if I’m afraid I do.
On top of that, Chara was definitely right about Boss poisoning my food. He saw him pouring some of his goop into three of the plates today, so I only pretended to eat, but I didn’t summon any of the organs I would have needed to absorb any of it. Meanwhile, Horror and Dust did eat, even if only a little. I think they didn’t want things to turn out even worse for Killer. They’re sick now.
I feel sick just thinking about eating that… stuff.
Killer is completely out of commission. There is a black tar leaking out of his eye sockets, mouth, and ear canals that looks significantly different from both Boss’ goop and the substance that sometimes drips out of Horror’s teeth, but no less concerning, and he’s entirely unresponsive.
I’ve been keeping all three of them in the same room and monitoring their condition. I’ve pretended to also be sick whenever Boss came by. It wasn’t hard. Just thinking about that nauseating goop entering my system at any point is enough to make me want to throw up. The worry and anxiety I feel for the others have so far been enough to cover every other type of discomfort Nightmare may be expecting me to feel.
I still don’t understand why he did it back then. I also don’t understand what his plan is here. All his moves reek of poorly thought-through attempts at achieving whatever his end goal is. He can’t keep them all incapacitated forever, he’ll have no assistance then. So what’s the point of all of this?
Chara says that to him, the fact that Boss only poisoned three of the plates felt significant. He also pointed out that he only seemed to care that Killer was getting along with me. And that, to keep us here he poisoned us, or tried to in my case, which is questionably effective, but with Killer he straight up took his soul.
Maybe thinking that any of this was about me was a bit presumptuous. Perhaps there is one person Boss has been trying to scare into submission this whole time, and it certainly isn’t me.
Regardless, I understand now that they cannot remain here.
I can’t leave still, but they just as well cannot stay.
Journal Entry Number 12:
I’ve had a conversation with Killer today that stuck with me. I will transcribe it as best as I can:
“Why are you determined to stay, Cross?”.
I don’t remember exactly what I answered, but I know it was along the lines of what I’ve written into this journal time and time again. I need to rebuild my universe. I need to bring them all back. I need to fix whatever went wrong with my father’s vision. I have a mission and I cannot fail it. And Nightmare is the only one willing to help. Ink never truly was.
“He’s not gonna help. Face it, you’ve been here two months and you’re no closer to your objective”. He looked like he was speaking from experience. Thinking about it, I wonder what deal the others were offered. There must have been one worth their while for them to join, right? I can imagine that Nightmare didn’t follow through with any of them. They wouldn’t still be here if they did after all…
I asked him what he suggested I do instead. I thought I could tell where this conversation was going. I figured he’d be introducing me to the sans I’d seen on the other side of the portal many times already. He didn’t. I don’t know why I’m not always expecting the unexpected with him already.
“Whatever you choose to do, the world you’re after is gone. You’re not getting that back. Nothing is gonna go back to being how it was before because you’re not the same, are you?”. He proceeded before I had a chance to respond. I think I would have denied his claims on the spot, maybe that’s why he didn’t let me. Thinking about it now that my emotions have had time to settle, I think he’s right.
I don’t have many memories of how I used to be.
Many of the ones I have contradict each other. It’s the same for Chara. He says it doesn’t bother him though, but I don’t know if I believe him.
I barely remember anything about my world too.
I remember my father, Papy, and Alphys. Chara remembers somebody named Frisk. I remember the atmosphere in the palace was always cutthroat. I remember the feeling of never being good enough. I remember that I used to like cooking, and Chara remembers that he liked chocolate, but was rarely if ever allowed to have any. But neither of us is sure if any of those memories are real.
Some days, I struggle to tell if we’re even different entities or not.
Me and Chara share a soul. Neither of us can remember how that happened or even if that has always been the case or not.
I think that, whoever we used to be, ceased to exist well before our universe did.
“Cross, you’ll get nothing you were promised from staying here. And you’ll get none of that by trusting me either. But, if, when the moment comes, you come with me… I can at least promise you another chance”.
I told him I’d think about it. But I think I’ve made my choice already.
Journal Entry Number 13:
I think this will be my last entry in this journal. The number is rather underwhelming, but I figured since I got a chance at start fresh, I should do that with my journals too.
I met the Sans on the other side of the portal. His name is Color, and he came accompanied by a couple more people, Delta and Epic.
Epic seems familiar. From the first moment I met him, he acted like he’d known me for a very long time. I still don’t know how to tell him that I remember nothing about him. I haven’t told him about Chara yet, either. I don’t think anyone but Killer knows, and Killer promised to keep it a secret for as long as I need, even if he so clearly despises Chara with every fiber of his being. He also said something about how “He makes no promises for 3”, whatever that means.
Regardless, I think I should describe what happened now before I lose myself in my ramblings.
We went out for another mission. I was almost surprised that Nightmare let us out with how tense the atmosphere has been in the castle lately. I was certainly shocked that he let Killer get out of grabbing distance from him once we got to the AU.
But I suppose that eventually, we needed to leave. And he seemed convinced that the Star Sanses were in that AU because of the sheer amount of positivity the place was producing. As it turns out, that was an ambush set up by the three I mentioned before, they call themselves the Epic Sanses even though Epic is most definitely not their leader. I think Color is their leader if anything.
They’d stolen a ‘positivity vial’ from Ink? Or Dream? Or Both? That part is not very clear to me.
Anyway, as soon as we got there, Killer whispered to me, asking what my choice was. I immediately knew what he was talking about, even if it’s been a week since our chat. This journal has turned out to be rather helpful in that regard. I told him I trusted him and I would follow wherever he went. His expression flashed with something weird for a moment, something reminiscent of Nightmare, but he shook his head and it was gone.
Not to go on another tangent, but, powerful as he is, I think Killer could become the next Nightmare if he chose to. But he seems much happier cuddling cats and sitting on Color’s lap when there are plenty of free chairs to choose from. I think we lucked out with that.
Anyway, as soon as I answered, Killer gabbed me and teleported me away from Nightmare. Dust did the same with Horror. I thought Nightmare would be on our heels, but Delta poured the positivity vial on his gloves and was pummeling him into the ground last I saw him.
Unfortunately, I hear that he survived the attack. Delta mentioned that he hadn’t been given permission to kill him, and he was just as sad about it as the ones of us who worked for the guy. I like Delta.
We’re somewhere called the ‘Omega Timeline’ now. From my understanding, Nightmare can’t come here.
I’m more uncertain than ever about what I should do from now on. Chara tried to persuade me to get back to our original goal, but I don’t think his soul was really in it. I think he’s tired too. I think we’re both confused.
Maybe it’s time we figure out who we are outside of our objective.
Everything else can wait for now.