I sit there in the dark. In my own room. Sans and Papyrus were out at the moment. They were on patrol. Even though all of the underground was now free, I still remained. I wanted to stay in the underground. I don't deserve to live up above. I wouldn't want to even if I did deserve it. I can't forgive myself. How could I? I killed so many people in the past. I can never forget the looks I received from them. And how could I? It's a memory forever on my mind. [Trigger warning for depressing topics. Don't read if depressed or easily triggered by it.]