Everyone Can Be A Good Person Chapter One

Frisk sat in his SAVE file, contemplating quietly. The voice in his head, Chara, who he could only describe as his 'narrator', was silent. She wasn't much, just the ghost of the first Fallen Child who had latched their semi-conscious being onto his DETERMINATION. Chara simply gave him stats and reminded him to, as always, 'Stay determined!'. She offered advice and tips, as well, though he rarely acknowledged them.

At the start of the run, she would remind him that there was a perfectly good MERCY button, and that monsters were great once you got to know them. But Frisk just ignored her, and occasionally told her to shut up. He figured she was just biased towards them, seeing as she was raised by the creatures. But how could he spare them, when he had the beautiful power to SAVE and RESET? He could start it all over and over and over again, a clean slate. But he always killed them. He enjoyed the horrified looks on their faces when they died. It was a real kicker.

In every run, however, about halfway through, Chara would stop trying to convince him. She even ended up encouraging him, and when he faltered (he had to admit, even he had some doubts now and then) she stepped in and made him commit the gristly acts herself. He supposed that by then his attitude was rubbing off on her.

But here he sat, alone in his file, thinking. Just finally stopping for a moment to let his thoughts wander. And Frisk realized.

Exactly how much fun was genocide when he knew how they'd react to dying every time? Even Sans, who had been a surprise at first with his different speeches and mannerisms after his every killing (which was unusual), was becoming predictable. After fighting him countless times, in countless timelines, Frisk had his attacks memorized and his speeches etched in his brain. 

And he had RESET again, after the fun had ended and Chara once again killed him and destroyed the world (he knew know that it was because she was angry at him for having them kill all of her friends and then never wanting to finish the job. Frisk had never chosen to end the world himself, as even his conscience could not imagine doing something that bad).

He killed Toriel. But instead of going to meet Sans for the millionth time, he reset. Again. And again. And again. Always after Toriel's death.

And he began to wonder.

What if I spared them?

What would happen then? What would be the outcome? 

How would Sans react? He was always interesting. He knew Sans was dimly aware of his abilities, and of the carnage he had reaped before. But what if he greeted him, the poster child of pacifism? He'd suspect something was off, but who really cared about what Sans thought? He was just another breakable toy in Frisk's toy box.

Frisk stood and stretched. He frowned slightly, hand hovering over the RESET button. Was he really going to try and befriend those worthless monsters? At least, he reasoned, it'd be better than having to befriend a legion of humans. After how his parents had treated him, he had had a certain spot in his heart reserved for the hatred of humanity. As far as he could tell, Chara had had some similar experiences, perhaps worse. All he really knew was that her fall hadn't been an accident, but a jump of despair. 

He shook his head to clear it. Yes, he would be a good child, dot his I's and cross his T's, learn by heart his A B C's. Bestow hugs and kisses and all of that nasty crap. Frisk smirked. Only eleven and as heartless as any adult.

He took a breath before pressing the button. As it all faded to black, he heard a small voice in the back of his head, this time seemingly addressing itself.

'The thought of your friends getting their happy ending fills you with DETERMINATION. . .'