Shadow's log: Blind
"It's been 2 years since [Redacted] Frisk died. If we can even call it a death. Yet still hardly anyone has suspected a fucking thing! Sans at least knows somethings missing but just like Frisk he's living on borrowed time.
Suffice to say, Chara is doing an exceptional job.
Speaking of Chara the question remains.
What am I gonna do with him when this is over?
It's not right for someone to just be forgotten like that with hardly a trace left behind.
When I took this job I knew I'd see death but nothing like this. If he knew other worlds existed I don't think he'd even bother erasing himself. What about that godforsaken chunk of space time is worth saving?
Someone has to tell him who...what he really is. His whole existence was built on a foundation of lies with no hope of anyone finding out the truth.
But what even is truth in that world? A discombobulated clusferfuck of refluxes and loops going on for a meaningless mess? That's all it is. [Redacted] is just a broken down mess held up by chewing gum, duct tape and fishing line.
If I so much as sneezed on it the whole thing would just fall apart.
With what little integrity is left we'll have to work with what to do afterwards. Perhaps just contain whatever pieces the [Redacted] can't find.
I know the president won't hesitate to move without UN support. Neither will the Royal family.
What am I now? A messenger?
To be honest, I don't mind.
Once this ends, Chara will be in for one hell of a rude awakening.
I know there's a lot of risks involved but if no one is gonna tell him the truth, then I'll do it myself!"
