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Frisk turned. The Hunter stood a dozen yards away, its face flickering between every NPC they had ever killed and every NPC they had ever saved. It held up a hand, and the text box appeared one last time, stretching across the entire horizon.

"I just wanted to see what would happen," Frisk gasped, their lungs burning with air that tasted like ozone and burnt silicon. undertale_hacker_ending_better_start_running_cover

The terminal buzzed, a digital cicada screaming in the void where a world should have been. Frisk turned

The background music didn't play "Megalo Strike Back" or "Hopes and Dreams." It was a distorted, frantic cover of a chase theme, a wall of sound that felt like it was pushing Frisk toward the edge of the abyss. The lyrics—if you could call the digital screams lyrics—pulsed with a single command: Run. "I just wanted to see what would happen,"

The Hunter didn't speak. It just accelerated. The music hit a crescendo of screeching violins and heavy, industrial bass. The screen began to tilt, the gravity of the game world collapsing. Frisk jumped over a floating pile of "Dog Residue" that had turned into a mountain of gray sludge.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you? Tearing through the code like a starving animal?”

The last thing they heard before the monitor went black was the sound of a heart shattering—not into pieces of soul, but into fragments of a dead hard drive.