As frisk pressed the RESET button the whole world got rewinded back to the very beginning of the world itself before the events of The Great War and during the world creation due to Gaster imbuing Hate into her amplifying the capabilities of Determination.
Frisk looked around in shock and fear as she stared at the black space of nothingness surrounding her.
"Yes it seems it is time" Gaster shade says as he stabbed through Frisk chest and pulled out her Soul.
Frisk falls down in pain as tears began streaming from her closed eyes as her body began fading and flickering away slowly.
She tried to reach at her Soul in Gaster grasp but she failed as he vanished from the space of nothingness at the beginning, Frisk couldn't help but cry for help as she remembered hurting Sans emotionally due to killing his brother, she wanted to ask for forgiveness and make things right but now she couldn't do anything.
As her body began fading she then realized her desires no her craving which began emanating internally within her now Soulless body.
Her Craving was ————————.
Gaster had fully Emanated his craving upon the world of Undertale as he changed the beginning of the world and predetermined the future within his Script.
The world changed due to the craving of "I want a world of of infinite paths and potential" and "I want to understand all the Truth of the Unknown".
The universe became one of endless path and unlimited output were every single person could perform unlimited Route's and access infinite potential and pave way towards impossibilities a world were people strive towards discerning the unknown by experimenting with things of the dark.
The name of this world is now "AnimaTale : The Tale Of UnderCreation".
The events of the story changed a lot Sans and the other monsters were freed from the underground by the humans on the surface in other to forge peace between the two races.
Since Frisk didn't exist anymore the Monsters were still hostile to some of the humans and the same could be said for some humans towards monster kind.
The boss monsters all went there separate ways as even papyrus left Sans for some unknown reasons leaving only Sans to explore the surface by himself well it couldn't be help as he had magic he could switch between his human and monster forms so he was alright a little.
Sans was in his home holding the real knife as he was reminiscing of Frisk and there good times together, he smiled a little as he held the knife closely also remembering the Genocide route's then he felt something.
"A human Soul what is that doing here" He says in surprise as he then sees the Soul color which was red "Wait What! a red Soul no one possesses a red SOUL except ... Frisk".
"..." Sans looked at the Soul as he grabs it a pulse of power filled his Soul as he was filled with Determination.
He kept his knife inside his jacket as he came outside and walked through the city of Suwahara he knew no he felt it that Frisk was with him maybe spiritually but he felt her presence after absorbing her Soul and he knew that Gaster must have done something to her.
Loosing track of time and dozing off Sans managed to reach the park but it was already in the night as he was about to go back home a strange smell hit his nose Sans decides to observe the area around the park as his eyes widened immensely as he sees the skewered dead body of a woman lying upon a pool of blood underneath her.
Vladmeir a white haired man with blood red eyes was standing at the front of the corpse with blood dripping from his mouth and stained on his body.
The boy turned to sans with a sadistic smile as he observed Sans with predatorial eyes and immediately lounged at him at bullet speed.
[Dodging [Lvl : MAX] 1d100 Roll : 41 + 100 = 141(Critical Success)].
[MISS!]
Sans dodged his assault with some trouble as the man continuously sent numerous slashes at Sans at the speed of bullets as Sans dodged all the blows.
[Vladmeir Combat Roll : 29(Failure)]
The man tried to hit Sans again but his Attack failed as he grith his teeth in annoyance. "If it wasn't for that damn Swastika I would have one shotted you"the man with red eyes says as his skin became paler and a strange aura sprouted out from his body.
[Vladmeir [?????] Roll 1d100 : 39 + 100 + 50(???) = 189(Beyond Critical Success)].
In an instant multiple blood red stakes consumed the entire park overriding the space and turning the park into a hell of crimson death.
[Dodging [Lvl : MAX] Roll 1d100 : 77 + 100 - 66(?????) - 20(Area of stakes) = 91(Success)]
Sans still managed to dodge the stakes that burst out around him as he twisted the laws of physics to evade certain death as sans smiled at the red eyed man as he unleashed his own Attack.
[Gaster Blaster [Lvl : 1] Roll 3d100 : 166+10 = 176(Beyond Critical Success)].
Sans summoned multiple gaster blaster as they shoot out giant beams of Karma and engulf the park of stakes destroying the stakes and destroying the area.
The man remained unscathed as he was about to kill sans someone appeared on time to stop him.
Betty Noir came to stop him as she chopped him on his head with a smiling face, the man turned his head in a pissed off manner about to attack her.
"The boss as called for all all members to retreat from there battles and come back for lunch" Betty says as she glared at him with a strained smile.
"What the hell !!, I'm not about to leave my prey for some little lunch—".
"You already know how the boss is with his spaghetti, do you want to anger him?!". Betty asks the man with a sadistic expression as he sweats a little before he nods his head.
"Hey you!, You are pretty strong next time I will surely devour you and find out how you possess an Armament (Spiritual Relic)" The man says as immediately him and the girl vanished.
"....."
Sans was honestly annoyed as he was having a
Bad Time .
You survived your first official battle you have received 100 EXP!!.
Status: Lv : 1[100/50]!!
You have Gained more LOVE.
Upgraded : Lv : 2[0/150]!!
[You have unlocked Your Armament (Spiritual Relic) - The Executioner].
[Choose Your Interlude].
[] The Golden Beast(Valhalla)
[] The Lost Maiden(Twilight)
[] The Demon Child(Tumor)