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It's a beautiful day outside... Birds are singing... Flowers are blooming...
Sans groans in his mind: Over and over. Always the same. Always the same things to do, the same things to say, the same things to worry about. Nothing ever changes. My life is running in circles. I could take on a job as a fortune teller by now, the way things are going.
As he sluggishly gets up from his bed he is greeted by the same mess of a room as always. Lovely. He looks at the clock and counts down...
"Three... Two... One... 'Sans! Get down here! I made breakfast!'"
And, sure enough, at that very moment Papyrus calls his brother from the kitchen, where he had been rummaging about.
"SANS! GET DOWN HERE! I MADE BREAKFAST!"
Sans shakes his head, staring at his dirty carpet with a bored expression on his face. He murmurs to himself in a disappointed voice:
"Human... why are you doing this? How often do you want to reset this world? Why can't you let Frisk live their life, same as the monsters here? I could be optimistic about this... but not after a hundred times. The 101st
time... and no, I am not kidding... I know every goddamn detail by now. There needs to be some kind of change, or I'm going to go crazy here, y'hear? This stopped being fun a long time ago..."
He sighs loudly.
"'Sans, why aren't you coming?...'"
"SANS, WHY AREN'T YOU COMING?" Papyrus calls impatiently.
Sans finally drags himself downstairs where, big surprise, who'd have thought, Papyrus made spaghetti for breakfast. I just can't stand this anymore...
, Sans thinks to himself as he shuffles over and sits down at the table.
"You're... looking kind of sick." Yeah... psychologically sick, most probably.
"Or is it just that you don't like my pasta?!"
"No, no, everything is awesome. I'm just tired," Sans responds quickly, trying to make his grin look convincing.
"... Okay, because the Great Papyrus would never allow such remarks in this household!! Least of all today!! I have a really good feeling that today I might just catch a human! We need to be strengthened and ready for that! Nyehehe!!"
"Yeah, really great, Papyrus..." Sans yawns.
"Sans! Have you been up all night again?!"
Papyrus stares at him with his jaw wide open as if he doesn't recognize him. Sans hasn't even made a single pun yet, which is worrying.
"Sans... You're so... gloomy and serious. Whatever may be the matter, you know you can always count on me, the Great Papyrus!!" he says and gets up, determined to help his brother.
Sans stares down at his spaghetti as if the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything was hidden among the slightly burned pasta. ... And it would be completely pointless since you'd just forget as soon as the world resets...
He closes his eyes and lowers his skull.
"Sans... please, at least give me something to work with... a key word... so I know what I can do for you."
Sans sighs unsurely.
"Everyday...uh... everyday life...?"
The taller skeleton lowers his head in confusion, but quickly an idea starts to take form in the back of his mind...
Sans is sitting in some brush, waiting for the human. It's still going to be a little while... he starts thinking about his situation. Why do I have to be one of those who can remember the different timelines? Why? What's the big idea? I need some way to change the future, to shape it, to make it different... But how... I still want Papyrus to be happy...
It's at this moment that the human steps through the big door.
Welp... back to work...
He gets on his feet and starts following the human... as usual...
It comes as it has to, as it always does. Papyrus and the human become friends. But something is different
... Sans is in his room, waiting to play his trumpet. Umm… Shouldn't they be here already? Why am I not hearing anyone? Papyrus was weird back at the puzzle section, too... He pricked me with something... he's never done that before. I better see if everything's alright... And what if the human ended up hurting him...?
He throws the trumpet into a corner and hurries off.
"Dr. Alphys! Dr. Alphys! I have it!“ Papyrus yells excitedly as he runs into the lab, followed by Frisk.
Dr. Alphys scurries over to him.
"Oh, t-that was f-fast," she answers uneasily.
"I'm not f-finished yet, I still have to do some coding. B-but it won't take long s-since I can just take the base p-programming from Mettaton," she smiles.
She suddenly sees the human and blushes furiously.
"O-ohh… Y-you're here?" she stammers, shaking a little.
"I-I hadn't expected you s-so soon. M-my gut feeling told me d-differently..."
"Oh, I forgot! Dr. Alphys, this is my friend Frisk! Frisk, this is my friend Dr. Alphys!"
Dr. Alphys blushes once more and lowers her head.
"H-hey… h-how's it g-"
"Nuh-uh! No time for smalltalk! We have something to finish! For my brother! NYEHEHE!!"
"R-right.. p-please follow me," Alphys murmurs, a little disappointed at Papyrus' interruption, but he's right. They still have so
much to do...
When they arrive at her work station Alphys resumes busying herself with her project.
"Er… Papyrus? H-how did you manage to get the human here u-undetected?"
Papyrus poses self-confidently.
"Well, you see, the Great Papyrus knows all kinds of ways and shortcuts that are safe for humans!"
"Oh, alright then... well… Ah! It is finished! Now I just need the marrow, the heart piece, to mirror his personality and emotions as exactly as possible."
Papyrus hands her a splinter, tinier than a grain of sand. Dr. Alphys takes it very carefully and places it in something resembling a sternum. Within it is a gel like fluid that connects with the marrow. At the same time it takes on a light blue colour, the colour of Sans' eyes. The 'thing' starts making soft noises. Alphys' slightly nervous yet smiling face shows that that's a good sign.
"NYEHEHEEHEHEEEEE!" the tall skeleton starts cackling like a mad scientist.
Frisk and Alphys just stare at him, which makes Papyrus feel flustered.
"I-I thought that's what you do when... you know... when you bring something to life... nyehe..."
Some time later…
"HUFF, PUFF! ALPHYS!... ALPHYS, WHERE ARE YOU?!" Sans all but screams as he arrives at the lab, full of panic.
She's still upstairs, though... and busy. Alphys jumps at the sound of Sans' voice.
"Oh no! W-what's he doing here?!"
"Don't worry, darling~ Me and this beauty here are ready for our great entrance~" Mettaton sings from behind a closed door where he's been busy putting clothes on the project.
"Oh wowie!" Papyrus cheers as they both emerge from the room.
Frisk and Alphys exchange a look, but they can't comment on it since at that very moment Sans comes running up the stairs, having heard Papyrus' voice.
"Papyrus! I was worried about you! What are you d-…"
Sans freezes when he recognizes his robot counterpart, wearing coat and tie. That doesn't seem like something he would wear...
"Oh Sans! Look! What do you think? Isn't it amazing? Now you have someone to make stupid jokes with! Yourself! Wow.. that sounded like an insult... b-but it was meant as a compliment! You said 'everyday life', so I thought that maybe you were bored, which is why you keep dozing off and taking breaks... So I thought I'd get you a present! You yourself as a friend!!" Papyrus explains, excited for his brother's reaction.
Sans remains silent and merely stares at his robot self. Alphys adds anxiously:
"R-right. Your counterpart knows, feels and w-wants 80% of what you know, feel and want. It even has your personality... well, it s-should have... and a little from Mettaton, too, I g-guess..."
Sans is still staring at... it
. So that's why Papyrus pricked me with the needle...?
"'Sup, me-you? Call me Mecha, or else we gonna get confused," the robot winks at Sans.
Sans jerks back a little in dismay. Sure, he'd wanted something to change because he couldn't stand the monotony of it all anymore... but this
is sure as hell not
what he had meant!
"Er………" is all that comes out of his mouth
Papyrus feels nervous when he notices Sans' reaction. He just wanted to do something nice for his brother. But now he doesn't feel like it was a good idea to do this...
"You got a bone down your throat or did I merely take your breath away?" the robot adds.
Sans giggles slightly since he doesn't actually have a throat, but he tries to hide his amusement. Then he looks at Papyrus whose face turns sadder by the second. He didn't mean any harm, after all.
"W-well! N-no, I love it, bro! That's really an... extraordinary present," he adds thoughtfully.
Papyrus' face lightens up immediately.
"Now I have two of my favourite brother!"
Sans blushes a little at the remark and smiles softly. Papyrus grabs them both and hugs them tightly.
to be happy…
The brothers and their new robot family member return home, accompanied by Frisk.
Later at dinner - spaghetti, naturally - Sans and Papyrus are sitting on the couch, the robot next to the couch on Papyrus' side and Frisk on the carpet in front of them. They're all facing the TV and watching a movie, one of Mettaton's old rom-coms. Everything is peaceful until Sans suddenly feels goosebumps run up his neck. Mecha is staring at Frisk, who doesn't notice due to having their back turned to the robot. Sans feels extremely uncomfortable all of a sudden and grimaces.
"Is something the matter, Sans?" Papyrus asks with a confused expression.
"N-no, everything's okay… I think…"Chapter 2
After the movie...
"Fluffy Bunny Time!" Papyrus shouts exitedly, hopping up and down and clapping his hands in glee.
Frisk lies down next to him and Sans sits on the edge of the racecar bed. Mecha-Sans is sitting on the floor, yawning occasionally and looking sleepy. Just a harmless fellow... And yet, as Sans begins reading out loud with a concentrated expression on his face, the robot starts scanning Frisk inconspicuously...
It's only when both of them are asleep and Sans is done reading that he suddenly realizes Mecha-Sans is gone.
He's on his feet immediately, looking for his counterpart. Not in the kitchen, not in the living room. Not somewhere in Snowdin, apparently, Sans decides after running through the snowed in town in the dead of night and not finding a trace of him.
"Wait... !!!" Completely exhausted as he is he peeks in to see if Papyrus and Frisk are okay. ...
Everything is as it should be.
"Phew... but where could he-?..."
Sans facepalms. He enters his own room, where, sure enough, Mecha-Sans is lying on his bed in a rather... provocative pose.
"... well? Did you miss me~? Or why are your bones rattlin' like that, darling? Aww, don't be like that. Stop making a face, this is my bed, too. I am you, after all, did you forget?"
Sans answers, sounding exasperated: "I don't like your humor. Are you sure you're me?"
"Hehe, it is a possibility, ain't it? I mean... I have the same preferences as you do, even if you weren't really... aware
of them," the machine grins.
Sans starts sweating.
"W-what do you mean?"
"I know EVERYTHING you've ever forgotten."
"... Hard to imagine."
"M-hm, but you should, rattlebones."
"Okay, then prove it," Sans demands while crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Very well. Let's start with that blue bicycle... It belonged to Papyrus. You tried to destroy it, break it so it would be unfixable. That was because he had poured ketchup into our trumpet. Correct?"
Sans suddenly remembers just where his love of ketchup came from.
"!! Whatever! I ended up not doing it. He just doesn't like the instrument... I accept that. Also, that was years ago, when we were still kids. Also
, Papyrus removed the ketchup in secret, hoping I wouldn't notice."
"Hehe… you see? I knew somethin' you forgot~!"
"Argh! N-no!" Sans flinches.
"… But what good will this knowledge do you, Mecha?"
"Y'know, there's goals I need to complete... goals I want
to complete. You already did all the good stuff. Guess that leaves only the bottom-of-the-barrel things for me, huh? Else I wouldn't have anything to do. Ain't I a real disciplined machine~?"
Sans feels himself shaking. Oh no… that is bad… REALLY bad. Me and my overactive imagination...
"You should be happy. I'm gonna take care of aaaall the things you've forgotten!" the machine adds gleefully.
"… B-but I haven't always been proud of my thoughts! There's a reason
I never really did some of them and as a result forgot them! And I don't want
to remember those things!"
"Humph… Don't worry, I'm not gonna do all
of those things. Way too much work. Only the most current stuff. And that's real simple... because, y'know, it's only a single thing, in all those years. Wow... we seem to lead a really
uneventful life... But this one thing has always been bugging us..."
Sans shakes his head, hoping against all hope that it's not what he thinks it is. But no... Mecha nods, confirming that he guessed correctly.
"You leave the human alone! You hear me?!" Sans exclaims, pointing his finger at the machine with a look of disdain in his eyes.
Mecha-Sans sits up and crosses his metal legs clad in that black pair of trousers and the leather shoes of the same colour. Just like a corrupt banker.
"Calm the fuck down, you. I'm not
evil. I'm just... following instructions."
"Those of your will," Mecha responds, his voice lowering to a creepy whisper. He hauls himself upright.
"ASGORE needs the last soul. Otherwise we're all gonna be stuck down here for all eternity, and wouldn't that just suck big time
Sans takes a step backwards, out of his room through the still open door. Mecha takes a step forward at the same time. Sans doesn't take his eyes off him, all the while thinking hard. He still doesn't know everything! H-he doesn't know about the loop this world is caught up in! ... the Resets... and the Saves...!
"Dude! You mustn't kill the human!"
. Your will tells me to."
"MY WILL SAYS THAT YOU MUSTN'T HURT ANYBODY! UNDERSTOOD?!"
"Sorry, bro... Little too late for that. It's been burned into me for years
"BUT!-... Back then I never thought I'd make a promise…"
He thinks of the woman behind the door, the woman whose name he shouldn't even know, but after a hundred Resets
he at some point managed to remember that it's Toriel.
"Little too late, my dear... Too late."
And with that Mecha goes for the door. Sans blocks his way.
"I will NOT let you kill them!"
"…Too bad," the robot responds.
His eyes suddenly shine bright blue. Sans stares at him in confusion, right up until Mecha raises his hand and grabs his heart, his soul
, without even touching him.
"-have the same abilities as I. Hey, I AM you, after all... did you forget already~?" the robot finishes for him, laughing and then hurling him into the living room. Sans hits the wall above the couch and lands on it, softly of course, almost as if Mecha didn't want
to hurt him.
Mecha-Sans flings open the door to Papyrus' room.
"N-NO!" Sans screams in panic.
Then he sees that the racecar bed is empty. Mecha is staring at it with a mix of confusion and anger in his eyes.
"HAHA! You look like you're boiling. Careful, or your metal's gonna melt right off your face~!" Sans teases his robot counterpart, all the while trying to get up.
"I should've known. They probably heard what we said, huh?"
"Welp, too bad. Now they've... hehe... 'looked right through you'! Hehehe..."
"The fuck are you so calm about?"
"Y'know... I'm not gonna let something like that get... 'beneath my skin'~" Sans the Skeleton answers, grinning broadly.
Mecha walks down the stairs, his face a blank mask, past Sans and to the entrance door.
"Hehehe… Hey! Where are you going?!"
"To Grillby's, ordering steak, DUH!"
"………I'm guessing that by 'Grillby's' you mean 'NOT Grillby's', correct?"
"Welp, looks like we know each other pretty well." And with that Mecha leaves the house.
Sans gets up and runs after him as fast as his stature allows. But the robot is already out of sight. Where could they be?! I need to find them before Mecha does-!
He suddenly hears someone whistling from behind the house. It's Papyrus and Frisk! Sans feels a wave of relief rush over him and hurries over to meet them.
"Shh!! We need to find someplace to hide, and quickly! No... first we need to ask Dr. Alphys for advice. Something must have gone wrong. Mecha being a killing machine was not
part of the plan. He's not like you at all!" his brother whispers back.
Sans nods and smiles nervously.
"Then... we have no time to waste!"
Papyrus jumps to his feet, ready to just run the whole way.
"Wait! I know a short cut."
"I need you to close your eyes, Paps."
"Sans! This isn't the time for games!"
"Trust me. Otherwise it'll be too late"
The taller skeleton sighs.
"Ok..." Papyrus whispers as he closes his eyes tightly.
When he opens them again a second later they're standing at Dr. Alphys' place.
"...WOWIE! Sans, how?!"
Sans shrugs, signalling that they don't have time for that right now. They hurry on inside.
But Mecha is already there, apparently expecting them. He tied Alphys and Mettaton to a chair in the lab to prevent them from helping, and after that just sat down upstairs and relaxed until the rest of his guests arrived. Which they now have.
"Hehe, real smart of you to come here first. Oh, and you even brought along the human. Beware, human!" He fires an attack at Frisk.
Which Papyrus just barely manages to block, running in quickly and shielding his friend.
Said human wastes no time, running past everyone and out the back door in the blink of an eye. Mecha suddenly looks disappointed... and very pissed off.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?! You're ruining the fight!!" he yells and sprints after Frisk, but now Sans is blocking the way.
"...The fuck do you want? I thought we were done here!"
"Not quite. I said it's my will to stop you, and I am very... determined
... to prove that to you."
With those words Sans conjures up a wall of bones beneath Mecha, who of course dodges and returns the favor, with harder bones made of metal. Sans tries to grab Mecha's heart... but the robot doesn't have a soul due to, well, being a robot. Mecha just grins mischievously and once again returns the favor
He allows himself to be hurled against the walls of the laboratory.
"Sans!!" Papyrus screams and intervenes.
He conjures up a bone beneath Mecha that strikes him hard.
Mecha hits first the ceiling and then the ground.
Slowly he gets back up, grimacing in pain.
Papyrus' face reveals his shock at the new familiy member having hurt his brother. The only thing calming him down is the knowledge that his real
brother would never, ever hurt someone.
"...Who are you?"
"A face repressed in order to appear good," Mecha answers.
"So something like an evil side?"
"No. I just wanna do what I was told to do. And you.. you're kinda in my way," the robot says, his voice once again becoming a growl. He attacks Papyrus.
But Sans shoves him aside, causing Mecha's attack to miss. Sans runs in front of Papyrus and spreads his arms protectively.
"You will NOT hurt him!"
"Who ever said I wanted to hurt Paps
As soon as Mecha has said so, he runs off, out of the lab and after Frisk. Sans stares into empty space.
"MMMMMMMMHH!!!!!" a voice comes from the direction of the evelator.
"Was that Alphys?" Papyrus wonders loudly.
"That came from the True Lab."
"Help~!!" a mechanical voice yells from the same direction.
"That was Mettaton!" he adds.
"Paps! You need to find out quickly how to get there, and see if everything is okay!"
"Alrighty! The Great Papyrus always finds a way! ...wait... why me?"
"Because I... I need to stop Mecha!"
"But you can't just-!"
Sans puts his hands on his brother's shoulders and looks into his eyes sternly.
Papyrus remains silent for a while, but finally, he nods.
"Okay, brother." he answers and hugs Sans, then pulls back quickly.
"We have no time to lose! We're going to be heroes!" Papyrus cheers proudly and runs for the evelator.
Sans smiles and agrees. And as soon as Papyrus isn't looking, he quickly teleports away. Chapter 3
Frisk is running. Running, running, running, passing all monsters, through the Core and into the Castle. Through every corridor until the final one. But... Mecha is expecting them. [Mecha!Sans Theme plays]
"Not another step, human," he speaks from the shadows.
Frisk feels nervous.
"You want to speak with ASGORE, am I right? You think he'll be able to keep me from hunting you down?"
The human is shaking visibly.
"NO, you're wrong. There is no other way to destroy the barrier, and you know that, EVERYBODY knows that!"
Frisk makes a face as if they know better.
And they do. Playing this game a hundred times has taught them better.
"You don't believe me, eh? Well, I can prove it. The bad thing is, you'll have to die for it. That way, you practically asked
for me to kill you! ... In a sense."
Frisk shakes their head hastily.
"... You want to talk to me instead of fighting?"
"Well, that won't do. Talking with me is no use. I have a plan, and I will go through with it."
Frisk takes a step forward, their face full of hope, their arms stretched out in a display of good will.
"You won't back down, will you? One step closer and you'll be dead where you stand..."
Mecha's voice lowers dangerously, his eyes are nothing but hard, cold blue. Frisk still takes another step in his direction.
"... As you wish. Guess I'll take your soul then!"
He immediately attacks with his Metal Gasterblaster. Frisk is taken by surprise, they can't dodge the attack...
BUT! The Gasterblaster begins struggling with a different
Blaster. It's Sans who now walks up behind Frisk. Mecha feels himself getting angry and bares his teeth.
"...You! Why aren't you helping Papyrus?!"
"He trusts me. We split up."
"I won't give up trying to take my ill will away from you!"
"Was that a fighting invitation?"
"Yes... we fight for the last human soul..."
Mecha giggles to himself and attacks. Sans blocks the attack and fights back. Frisk jumps out of the way and watches with a horrified expression on their face. They've never seen Sans fight before, and now they wish they never had. The thought of fighting Sans causes a shiver to run down their spine. They would surely have had a bad
Sans is already getting exhausted, so Frisk tries to intervene and talk their way out of it. It's Sans' turn and he takes the opportunity to speak to Frisk.
"Human, talking won't do anything! It's a machine, it will follow instructions blindly. There has to be a different solution..."
A different solution? Frisk takes a few steps backwards. A… different solution? MK=0
Frisk suddenly feels dizzy. They feel as if they can’t breathe. Trigger1 MK=0, MS=0
Frisk can hear Sans yelling something and Mecha laughing, but it sounds so distant. The whispering doesn’t stop. Condition for Trigger2 PK=0, PS=1
What the…?Data string recognized
Debug mode activated
Fingers are typing with blind certainty. The room is dark; the only light comes from the laptop interface illuminating the face of the person sitting in front of it, leaving everything around them in shadows, nothing but grey, unrecognizable silhouettes.
Fun value (66)
Probability of grey door appearing 10%
W. D. Gaster
This is all just a game.
A game that the person in front of the computer knows as well as if she had programmed it herself.
100 playthroughs have desensitized her for anything the game can offer.
100 playthroughs end in toxic boredom.
There is nothing new anymore.
The code of a video game is so simple, if you know how it works.
Everything that happens is an event.
Every event has a trigger.
Every trigger has a condition.
The grey door appearing has the condition of Fun(66).
A call from Papyrus has the condition PK=0, PS=1.
There are data values within the code: „string“, „true“ and „boolean“.
„String“ is a series of characters, text.
„True“ is a changeable value that represents the actual number of something.
„Boolean“ is either 1.000000 or 0.000000
1 or 0
„True“ or „False“.
It’s that simple.
At least for a dataminer.
She was one of those that probed Undertale’s code from day one for something, anything.
No one knew for what.
But if it existed, they would find it.
It was called Gaster.
Her instinct tells her that there’s more.
Everyone knows Gaster and his grey NPCs.
But she knows
there has to be more.
100 playthroughs in Pacifist.
Not a single Genocide Run.
She stumbles upon a string that wasn’t there before.
Or maybe it was, and it was simply overlooked.
One glance at the coding, and she knows everything.
Scrapped sidequest. Too much effort, no time left to finish up programming it before release. Left in to prevent bugs and crashes. Always the same.
She takes a look at the event triggers and falters.
Always the same trigger? How retarded is that?! MK=0, MS=0
No wonder the sidequest’s been scrapped.
But her curiosity has been roused. She has studied Undertale’s coding long enough to know that K and S are for „Killed“ and „Spared“. And that the two normally exclude each other.
Either you kill the character or you spare them.
They can’t both be „False“.
Well, they can, but that would mean that the sidequest isn't solvable.Challenge accepted...
The code looks almost complete. Certain strings are missing, sure, but with a little improvisation and technological know-how…
By all standards the sidequest still sucks. Hard. Every trigger means that Mecha tries to kill Frisk. And that is the only
thing he does when it comes down to it. Well, seeing Sans in fight mode during a Pacifist Run isn’t all that bad, actually. Too bad the “Fight” command doesn’t work. She’s curious how much HP Mecha has, which is why she tries to check his stats for several turns. WingDings appears all over the screen.
Well, ain’t that just great. That shit again.
She sighs and chooses „Act“ for a change. All actions glitch around the interface merrily.
Except for one. „Cry for help“
Eyebrows are being raised; memories of the fight against Photoshop Flowey resurface. Slowly, the player starts grinning and chooses the option.
"Bad time activate?" she whispers. UC (100)
The fight menu glitches until suddenly a speech bubble appears in the middle of the screen. The letters that appear are shaking as if they were scared. It's Frisk who's speaking.
"I-is someone there? Why do I suddenly feel like someone is listening? Why do I believe that this will help us? Is this the power that reigns over this world?"NK=1
The grin disappears. The player frowns. A few fast clicks and she has opened the data file. She skims the code until she reads „MK=0, MS=0“ and then scrolls until she reaches the end of the last string.
Below that it says „MK=0, MS=0“.
And after that… nothing.
No text string.
She taps her finger against the interface where Frisk’s plea for help is still flimmering. She is now completely serious.
This text is not part of the code.
„Care to explain, sweetie?“ she murmurs.M1 (100)
The speech bubble glitches together new words...
"Please help, whoever you are! PLEASE! We cannot win! Nothing we do will weaken the machine enough. All it wants is to kill me!" Kills (0)
Strings are more complicated to program than Real or Boolean.
Except for text strings, of course.
She knows exactly that it’s risky to fuss about with the code while the game’s still running.
You never know what’s gonna happen, whether the game glitches, freezes or crashes, how much of the code gets corrupted and destroyed and whether it still works after crashing.
It all depends on whether the corrupted code is saved
within the data file or not…
She holds her breath as she clicks “Save”. Love (1)
"You cannot have said what you just said.“
Frisk jumps, Sans and Mecha hesitate. They hear the player's voice, but they don't see anyone and can't determine where it comes from.
"What do you mean? ...Who's talking?"
"Show yourself!" Sans adds forcefully.
Mecha doesn't seem to care and starts laughing.
"Hehe, nice try getting me to give you a breather, but that won't work on me, you idiots
!" His voice is already growing deeper again.
"DANCE FOR ME!" he yells as he waves about his arms and lets a multitude of bones appear and disappear.
Frisk is able to dodge them narrowly, but Sans is already slowing down. Mecha stops the attack, it's Sans' turn again. He needs to decide what to do, as he's getting really tired, and falling asleep would be the end of both of them. alter2=0
Close data file.
Re-open data file.
No new test strings.
The pleas for help at the very least should now be shown in the code.
But they’re not.
The player programs the next text string.
She’d take a lot of shit from this game, but not something like this. EssayNo (100)
"There is no existing text string of what you just said. What you are saying is beyond the undertale.ini code. Which isn’t possible.“
Full of panic and exhaustion Frisk asks who the voice belongs to. Sans would prefer to know what the voice is talking about, but Mecha has enough of the would-be game they both appear to be playing and lets his Metal Gasterblasters materialize once again. Luckily Sans manages to hit him on the back of the head with a bone, and the Blasters disappear.
"HRRRRRRGH!" the robot growls and grabs their souls.
He clashes them together several times, which doesn't turn out to be very effective since Sans is wearing his jacket. Frisk even starts giggling. Realizing that his efforts are pointless, Mecha drops them from the highest point he can. They hit the ground roughly and lie there for a moment, unable to move. Meet lv1 (100)
The game face glitches for a second when she saves, but the game doesn’t crash.
The player inhales deeply when the player character’s answer appears.
What is one supposed to answer to something like that?
The grin returns.
„You can call me META for the time being. Give me one reason why I should help you and I'll delete the sidequest."
Both of them try to get back on their feet, but Sans only gets up on his knees. He's too exhausted. When Frisk hears the voice once again they try to answer. A reason...? At that moment Sans attempts to lock eyes with the machine, but before he can do so a bone fires through his sternum.
The background music stops apruptly. The fight is over. Frisk screams in shock at the red liquid that seeps through the skeleton's blue jacket. Mecha laughs hollowly.
"Well, you seem to be losing your DETERMINATION... HAHAHA. Too bad for you that yours is fluid, am I right? Huh.. You're actually right. It wouldn't make a difference that I won this fight." With these words the cold machine draws closer to the human.
"...A dead heart is no loss."
"S-sorry, kiddo... G-guess that's it... huh...?" Sans wheezes; he has difficulty speaking through the pain in his chest.
His thoughts are with his brother and all his friends, waiting for him at Grillby's...
And just like that he turns to dust...
The human is too caught up in their sorrow to realize they're about to meet the same end... Reset=1
The perfect name in this context.
Not that anyone cares.
The player clicks „Save“.M1=1
100 Pacifist Runs.
Not a single Genocide Run.
She still knows Sans’ death animation.
Every proper dataminer has found his very last text strings for Genocide ages ago.
It takes her only a split second of shock to react.
She doesn’t read Mecha’s text.
One click, and the game is paused.
Another, and the entire code of this scrapped, broken sidequest, including her conversation with Frisk and everything else, is selected.
Mecha is suddenly unable to move. Everyone in this world is.
"... What the-!..." he looks around and watches as every creature, every object, the whole world turns to dust.
"No, no, NO!!" he tries to get away...
The game is now deinstalled...
But... it's rebuilding itself...? Chapter 4Undefined
In her quiet, dark room the beating of her heart sounds way too loud.
Timidly she clicks the data file.
She doesn’t need to start up the game to know if it is beyond saving or not.
The code will tell her. _Error_
She clicks the data file again. _Error_
"God fuckin’ dammit," she murmurs and presses a few key combinations. _Error_
She opens the game file and scrolls until the bottom.
The Undertale shortcut is gone. TrueName=1
After fifteen minutes of exasperated searching she is certain.
Undertale deinstalled itself.
"Well, ain’t that a bitch," the player sighs, and begins to initiate the basic steps for reinstalling the game.
That’s a new one.
She’s actually pretty sure that something like that shouldn’t be able to happen at all.Fun (66)
Frisk wakes up on the bed of flowers. Nothing special. All the memories are gone. And yet they feel as if they know this place. Frisk makes their way through the monster world, always trying to help its inhabitants. They are a nice person, after all.
Everything is as it used to be until...
There is a door. A door that shouldn't be there. Frisk enters. They find themselves face to face with a ghost-like apparition.
"✋ 😐☠⚐🕈 🕈☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 👎✋👎 ☹✌💧❄ ❄✋💣☜☹✋☠☜📬 ✋ 😐☜🏱❄ ❄☟☜ 👍☟✌☠☝☜💧📬 ☞⚐☼ ❄☟✌❄📪 ✋ ☟✌👎 ❄⚐ ✌👍❄📬 (I know what you did last timeline. I kept the changes. For that, I had to act)"
And just like that, he vanishes.
This is it. Frisk is finally back in the Final Corridor where they meet Sans.
The lazy skele-bro holds the usual lecture about EXP and LOVE. As the conversation is over, he prepares to teleport away, when suddenly...
Mecha appears. Right where he was standing before.
All three of them stare at each other. Their memories from the old timeline have suddenly returned. Mecha pouts at Sans.
"...Shouldn't you be dead? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? D'you think I'm stupid?!"
The human shakes their head decisively, after all, they don't know what happened either. The last thing they remember seeing is a pile of dust...
"Who cares. Back to business," Mecha growls, ready to fight.
The skeleton feels anger welling up.
"Go back to where you came from!"
But Frisk holds Sans back. They still want to at least try to resolve the fight in a peaceful manner.
One minute later...
Mecha stands there, ready to fight. His shoulders relax.
For some reason Mecha is suddenly listening to what they're saying. Unlike before. Frisk stays stubborn. Sparing Mecha still isn't easy; he's constantly attacking, but Frisk survives thanks to Sans' help.
A rather long bad time later...
"I... er... well... Ahem..."
Mecha tries to look self-confident to hide his nervousness. He fixes his tie.
"...Alright, fine. I see your point. There has to be a peaceful way to get rid of the barrier. But honestly, I doubt it will be possible the way you explained to me earlier."
The background music stops playing as the fight ends. Everyone is unharmed. Mecha is no longer blocking the way that still lies ahead for Frisk. F7=1
She can’t suppress a smug little smile.
Sparing Mecha is impossible?
Well, not anymore, thanks to the undertale.ini file! MK=0, MS=1
A single boolean needs to be changed, and the problem is solved!
That’s what you get for having every single event of a sidequest have the same trigger.
She’s not really sure why the sidequest still exists in the first place, but since Gaster is suddenly interactable and spits out not-programmed text strings, the glitched Mecha is currently the least of her problems.
And by the looks of it also the least of Frisk and Co.’s problems.
All but casually she goes through the fight against Photoshop Flowey, the True Lab and then the True Pacifist Ending.
With practiced movements she dodges the credits.
Toriel leaves a piece of butterscotch cinnamon pie for Frisk and walks out of the bedroom quietly.
It’s not until Undertale returns to the menu that the player exits the game.
"Take care now, y’hear?" she whispers fondly.
100 playthroughs are more than enough.
It’s time to begin something new.EndF=1
About META's name:
is a realm of existence or structure beyond your own. A game/movie/book is called meta
when it refers to more than ist own world/plane. Undertale, for example, is extremely meta because some of its characters are aware of the Save
mechanics, which in most games is merely a game mechanic and not part of the story. A rare exception is Shadow of Mordor
, in which saving is similar to Undertale and part of the story.
Mecha's way of speaking:
As you may have noticed, Mecha is the only character to excessively use English "slang". I imagine that this would be the case since META, the player, had to fill in at least some of the missing code for the scrapped, unfinished sidequest. Since every programmer, dataminer and such has their own unique "style" of coding, I think that META's way of programming would birth such wonderful abominations as the innuendo-filled, swearword-infested, snarky way of speech that is Mecha. Kudos to whoever manages to find all the parallels between the two. (Wolfwrathknight, you're out since I outright told you at least one parallel already while I was still translating!)
Explanation of all code fragments appearing:
Everything that happens is an event.
Every event has a trigger.
Every trigger has a condition.
There are data values within the code: „string“, „true“ and „boolean“.
„String“ is a series of characters (text).
„True“ is a changeable value that represents the actual number of something.
„Boolean“ is either 1.000000 (or just 1, i.e. “True”) or 0.000000 (or just 0, i.e. “False”), meaning the trigger conditions are met or not met. They are also called “flags” or “event flags”.
(Technically, it doesn’t have to be “1” or “0” since the line between “True” and “False” lies at 0.000011; anything higher than this value is “True” and anything lower is “False”, but it’s much easier to just use “1” and “0”)
[To make it easier to distinguish Booleans and Reals the “Real” values are set in brackets and “Boolean” values are set with a “=”]
For example: Papyrus is killed, the game registers this “trigger” (in this case we'll call it Trigger1
). As a result, Event1
happens: Papyrus dies and the value PK
stands for Papyrus Killed
). Later in the game the Player Character would get a call from Papyrus, but since PK=1
the following will happen: Trigger2
is the moment Papyrus would call at, the call itself is Event2
has the condition PK=0
(Papyrus Killed False
and Papyrus Spared True
), but since the values are PK=1
, the call won’t happen.
All events of the scrapped sidequest have the trigger „MK=0, MS=0
”, “Mecha Killed False
and Mecha Spared False
”. But since the player changed Mecha Spared
”, none of the events happen anymore.
For Mecha to appear the value UC
, a value that doesn’t actually exist in the undertale.ini code [at least as far as I know]) needs to have a „Real
“ value of 100
, so the sidequest would only have activated after the 100th playthrough as True Pacifist. Because a Genocide Run has irreversible impact on every subsequent Pacifist Run, such a Pacifist Run would no longer qualify as „True Pacifist“, but instead as „Soulless Pacifist“ (differences include Sans’ behaviour towards the Player Character, additional lines from Toriel and Flowey and Chara grinning at the player after Toriel has left the room in the after credits scene). The fictional UC
value would not count such “Soulless Pacifist” Runs, so Undertale would have to be completed 100 times without a single (completed) Genocide Run to even activate the quest.
[A/N: I taught myself way too much about Undertale’s coding for the sake of this fanfiction. I really need a hobby or something…]MK=0
Pretty simple: „Mecha Killed False“Trigger1 MK=0, MS=0
A typical trigger-event-cycle of the scrapped sidequest: “Condition for Trigger1 is Mecha Killed False and Mecha Spared False. Event1 happens“Condition for Trigger2 PK=0, PS=1
This piece of coding describes an event that only happens if Papyrus has been spared (like the phone call I mentioned earlier) MK=0, MS=0
„Mecha Killed False, Mecha Spared False“, the conditions for every single trigger of the scrapped TideTale sidequest UC (100)
Undertale Completed has a „Real“ value of 100, so the game has been completed 100 times as True Pacifist NK=1
„Not Killed True, Killed False“, the Spare-Kill options that determine Flowey events in subsequent playthroughs. Killing Flowey results in him pretending to be dead in the next playthrough, changed dialogue and stuff like that. In this case Flowey has been spared.M1 (100)
The amount of times Papyrus has been met for the first time (in this case „Real“ value 100). As soon as the value isn’t 0 anymore Papyrus will have extra dialogue where he mentions that the Player Character seems familiar somehow. Kills (0)
“Real” amount of kills, not to confuse with the „False“ value of a boolean Love (1)
“Real” amount of Love/Levels, not to confuse with the „True“ value of a boolean alter2=0
Changes to „1“ („True“) after a Genocide Run has been triggered and Flowey has been encountered in the room before exiting the Ruins. In this case the value is „False“, so no Genocide Run has been triggered EssayNo (100)
„Real“ number of essays written for Mettaton EX, in this case 100Meet lv1 (100)
“Real” value of how often Sans has been encountered in the Final Corridor while the Player Character’s LV was 1, in this case 100SK (0)
“Real” value of how often Sans has been killed, in this case 0Reset=1
“Reset True”, meaning that after completing a True Pacifist Run the „True Reset“ option has been chosenM1=1
Becomes “True” after the player has met Sans for the first time. In all subsequent playthroughs the Player Character will turn and shake Sans’ hand before he tells them to do soUndefined
Also known as "null", it's the value returned when the searched value isn't found TrueName=1
Becomes “True” after the player finds out Flowey’s true name Fun (66)
The “Fun” value is 66, which means that there is a 10% chance of the grey door appearing and meeting Gaster F7=1
The barrier has been brokenMK=0, MS=1
“Mecha Killed False, Mecha Spared True”EndF=1
Becomes „True“ after during the True Pacifist ending the credits have been watched completely and the game has been closed
(follow this link for more info and code values)
Possible questions answered:
1. Am I allowed to reposte this FF in any way shape or form?
No, you are not. If you desire to reposte it, make sure you share the original text above everything via link!
2. Can I dup/draw it as comic/animate this?
Yes! OMG!!XDD I would love it! I would put the link of it right here to support it. Just make sure you give a link to this text and I'm absolutely fine with it. AND DON'T FORGET TO CREDIT THE ORIGINAL STORY WRITERS!> Wolfwrathknight/Wolf-WrathKnight&IdaRiddle
3. Can I do fan stuff to it?
YUSS! But don't forget to credit me, so I will be able to give it attention.<33
Undertale and the related characters by ©~Toby Fox