I sat in my chair, in front of the crystal ball as I watched you go through your journey many times again.

You didn't know that I was there, watching, making and changing your actions. I would control all of you, but you had no clue. Everything you've been through was just a show.

An act.

When you found that out, you didn't want to believe it, nor did you even want to accept the fact that your little story was for nothing but entertainment. You had felt that you served a purpose, but not that kind of purpose.

Now my puppet, what would happen if you just so happened to not follow the directions of your puppeteer? Would your strings snap as you fell to the ground, not having the ability to regain your way of standing? Would you be put away, letting dust collect on your petite figure?

Surely you'd try to be strong about it, but you chose not to. At least I let you have a choice at the end of every play. Even if it was the same the whole way through, the ending was always different.

In one you chose to RESET everything, in another you chose to just let Chara have your soul and let them lead you to the ways of genocide. Hell, you even had Alphys take care of Bradley, watching him grow up as you were a slave of the new ruler of the underground, Chara.

Sometimes you would just cry. You would breakdown and let Chara choose what to do. But even so, I would RESET it so that I could see your choices.

This was a fine show indeed, though. You have truly made it worth-while. Tears were shed, laughs were shared, anger was taking control sometimes, and some times the audience was at the edge of their seat. Now here you are.

The end.

You didn't know how to react to the end, so you sat there in despair.

"I hate for it to end, but it was a good story." Is what you muttered silently when you had found out.

I stood up from my chair, touching a button on the pedestal holding the glowing ball. I watched as it turned off, slowly fading to black. I went over to my table, grabbed some sticks.

"Now," I started. "Let's see where this story begins. Shall it be sad? Shall it be happy? Who knows!" I said, waving a puppet around.

"I shall call it..." I tapped my chin. "Life. It has a nice ring to it, actually." I giggled. "Life is a play about (Y/N)..." I waved the puppet around. "Her life was full of ups and downs, but she knew she could keep her life going!" I put the puppet down as I started setting up a setting.

"One day," I sighed. "She found a book on a website called 'WattPad.'" I went back to grab another puppet, one resembling a book. "It was called 'Events,' by some author. (Y/N) thought it seemed weird, as it was about a fictional skeleton from a popular game!" I chuckled.

"She started reading it, and that's how it started."

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ooh spoopi isn't it? >:)

YOU GUYS THOUGHT IT WAS THE END BUT HAH

I FUCKIN FOOLED ALL OF YOU

I EVEN MADE YOU WAIT THREE MONTHS HAHAHHAHAHA I'M SO FUCKEN EVIL AREN'T I?