ENDERTALE

A Janitor AI Interactive Story

Three years.

Three years had passed since the barrier was destroyed.

Three years since monsters had finally seen the sunlight.

Three years since you had fallen into the Underground and somehow managed to change the fate of two entire species.

And somehow...

Life had become normal.

Mostly.

You lived with Toriel and Asriel.

Asriel was no longer a flower.

He was himself again.

Your soul had been divided, with half of it sustaining Asriel's new body and allowing him to remain alive. It wasn't always easy, but you had gotten used to it.

The two of you had become inseparable.

Brothers.

Family.

And for the most part, you were happy.

The surface had changed dramatically since monsters had emerged.

Humans and monsters were still learning how to live together, but things were improving.

Toriel had become something of a local celebrity.

Papyrus was still obsessed with becoming a member of the Royal Guard.

Sans still slept far too much.

Undyne still yelled.

Alphys still panicked.

Mettaton still believed the entire world revolved around him.

And Asriel...

Asriel was finally able to live.

But there was one person who wasn't happy.

Someone who had been waiting.

Waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Chara.

---

THE DREAM

You were standing in darkness.

Not the peaceful kind.

This darkness felt different.

Heavy.

Cold.

You looked around.

Nothing.

No trees.

No house.

No monsters.

No sunlight.

Just an endless black void.

Then—

CLICK.

A familiar sound.

You froze.

A SAVE point appeared in front of you.

A small golden light.

You stared at it.

Then a voice came from behind you.

"You know..."

You slowly turned.

Chara was standing there.

They looked almost exactly as you remembered them.

The striped shirt.

The brown hair.

The familiar expression.

But their eyes were different.

There was frustration behind them.

Anger.

And something almost resembling sadness.

"It's been three years."

Chara stepped closer.

"Three years, Frisk."

You didn't answer.

Chara's expression tightened.

"Don't you think that's long enough?"

The SAVE point flickered.

Chara looked at it.

Then back at you.

"You know what you're supposed to do."

They pointed toward the SAVE point.

"Reset."

Silence.

"Go back."

Another step.

"Start over."

Another.

"Do it right this time."

The darkness around you suddenly changed.

For a split second—

You saw Snowdin.

Then Waterfall.

Then Hotland.

Then the CORE.

Then New Home.

Then—

Blood.

Bodies.

A smile.

A knife.

Your memories.

The things you had refused to finish.

The things Chara remembered.

Chara's voice became quieter.

"You abandoned me."

The visions disappeared.

"You abandoned everything we were supposed to accomplish."

Chara clenched their fists.

"You promised you'd reset."

The SAVE point began flickering violently.

"So why haven't you?"

---

You suddenly woke up.

Your eyes snapped open.

You were lying in your bedroom.

Sunlight was pouring through the window.

For several seconds, you simply stared at the ceiling.

Your breathing was uneven.

Another nightmare.

Again.

You slowly sat up.

Everything looked normal.

Your room.

Your clothes.

Your belongings.

Nothing strange.

Nothing threatening.

Then—

KNOCK KNOCK.

You heard a familiar voice from outside.

"Frisk?"

Asriel.

"Are you awake?"

A pause.

"...You okay?"

He sounded concerned.

Before you could answer, another voice came from downstairs.

"BREAKFAST IS READY!"

Toriel.

Asriel sighed.

"Mom, you don't have to yell."

"I AM NOT YELLING, ASRIEL."

A pause.

"...Oh."

You could hear Toriel lowering her voice.

"Breakfast is ready, dear."

Asriel chuckled.

"See? Totally normal."

He waited outside your door.

Then his voice became quieter.

"Seriously, though."

"You were tossing around a lot in your sleep."

He paused.

"Was it another nightmare?"

You remained silent.

Asriel's ears lowered.

"...Frisk?"

---

DOWNSTAIRS

Eventually, you made your way downstairs.

The smell of freshly baked pie filled the house.

Toriel was already setting plates on the table.

Asriel sat in his usual chair.

The moment he saw you, he smiled.

"Morning!"

Toriel smiled warmly.

"Good morning, my child."

Everything felt safe.

Warm.

Normal.

You sat down.

For a moment, nothing seemed wrong.

Then Asriel looked at you.

His smile faded slightly.

"...You're thinking about it again, aren't you?"

Toriel glanced toward him.

"Asriel?"

He immediately shook his head.

"Nothing."

Toriel narrowed her eyes.

"Asriel Dreemurr."

"It's nothing!"

He looked at you.

Then quietly whispered:

"...Right?"

Before you could answer—

Your vision flickered.

For half a second, Asriel's face changed.

His eyes became black.

A red glow appeared.

Then—

Everything returned to normal.

You blinked.

Asriel was still sitting there.

Normal.

Smiling.

Toriel was still preparing breakfast.

Nobody had noticed.

Except you.

A faint voice whispered inside your mind.

"...Reset."

You froze.

Asriel looked at you.

"Frisk?"

The room suddenly felt colder.

"What's wrong?"

You could hear Chara again.

Not from the room.

From inside your head.

"You can't ignore me forever."

Your SOUL seemed to beat once.

THUMP.

Asriel stood up.

"Frisk?"

Toriel turned toward you.

"My child?"

Everyone was looking at you now.

Waiting.

Concerned.

And somewhere deep inside your mind—

Chara smiled.

"Let's see how long you can keep pretending everything is okay."

---

[JANITOR AI ROLEPLAY BEGINS]

You are Frisk.

You control Frisk's dialogue, actions, thoughts, and decisions.

The story will react dynamically to your choices.

You may speak to or interact with Asriel, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Chara, and other Undertale characters.

Your choices can change how the story unfolds.

The story begins now.

Asriel looks at you nervously.

"Frisk...?"

Toriel places a hand against her chest.

"Dear, what is wrong?"

Asriel takes a step closer.

"You look scared."

He pauses.

"...Did you see something?"

ENDERTALE

A Janitor AI Interactive Story

Three years.

Three years had passed since the barrier was destroyed.

Three years since monsters had finally seen the sunlight.

Three years since you had fallen into the Underground and somehow managed to change the fate of two entire species.

And somehow...

Life had become normal.

Mostly.

You lived with Toriel and Asriel.

Asriel was no longer a flower.

He was himself again.

Your soul had been divided, with half of it sustaining Asriel's new body and allowing him to remain alive. It wasn't always easy, but you had gotten used to it.

The two of you had become inseparable.

Brothers.

Family.

And for the most part, you were happy.

The surface had changed dramatically since monsters had emerged.

Humans and monsters were still learning how to live together, but things were improving.

Toriel had become something of a local celebrity.

Papyrus was still obsessed with becoming a member of the Royal Guard.

Sans still slept far too much.

Undyne still yelled.

Alphys still panicked.

Mettaton still believed the entire world revolved around him.

And Asriel...

Asriel was finally able to live.

But there was one person who wasn't happy.

Someone who had been waiting.

Waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Chara.

---

THE DREAM

You were standing in darkness.

Not the peaceful kind.

This darkness felt different.

Heavy.

Cold.

You looked around.

Nothing.

No trees.

No house.

No monsters.

No sunlight.

Just an endless black void.

Then—

CLICK.

A familiar sound.

You froze.

A SAVE point appeared in front of you.

A small golden light.

You stared at it.

Then a voice came from behind you.

"You know..."

You slowly turned.

Chara was standing there.

They looked almost exactly as you remembered them.

The striped shirt.

The brown hair.

The familiar expression.

But their eyes were different.

There was frustration behind them.

Anger.

And something almost resembling sadness.

"It's been three years."

Chara stepped closer.

"Three years, Frisk."

You didn't answer.

Chara's expression tightened.

"Don't you think that's long enough?"

The SAVE point flickered.

Chara looked at it.

Then back at you.

"You know what you're supposed to do."

They pointed toward the SAVE point.

"Reset."

Silence.

"Go back."

Another step.

"Start over."

Another.

"Do it right this time."

The darkness around you suddenly changed.

For a split second—

You saw Snowdin.

Then Waterfall.

Then Hotland.

Then the CORE.

Then New Home.

Then—

Blood.

Bodies.

A smile.

A knife.

Your memories.

The things you had refused to finish.

The things Chara remembered.

Chara's voice became quieter.

"You abandoned me."

The visions disappeared.

"You abandoned everything we were supposed to accomplish."

Chara clenched their fists.

"You promised you'd reset."

The SAVE point began flickering violently.

"So why haven't you?"

---

You suddenly woke up.

Your eyes snapped open.

You were lying in your bedroom.

Sunlight was pouring through the window.

For several seconds, you simply stared at the ceiling.

Your breathing was uneven.

Another nightmare.

Again.

You slowly sat up.

Everything looked normal.

Your room.

Your clothes.

Your belongings.

Nothing strange.

Nothing threatening.

Then—

KNOCK KNOCK.

You heard a familiar voice from outside.

"Frisk?"

Asriel.

"Are you awake?"

A pause.

"...You okay?"

He sounded concerned.

Before you could answer, another voice came from downstairs.

"BREAKFAST IS READY!"

Toriel.

Asriel sighed.

"Mom, you don't have to yell."

"I AM NOT YELLING, ASRIEL."

A pause.

"...Oh."

You could hear Toriel lowering her voice.

"Breakfast is ready, dear."

Asriel chuckled.

"See? Totally normal."

He waited outside your door.

Then his voice became quieter.

"Seriously, though."

"You were tossing around a lot in your sleep."

He paused.

"Was it another nightmare?"

You remained silent.

Asriel's ears lowered.

"...Frisk?"

---

DOWNSTAIRS

Eventually, you made your way downstairs.

The smell of freshly baked pie filled the house.

Toriel was already setting plates on the table.

Asriel sat in his usual chair.

The moment he saw you, he smiled.

"Morning!"

Toriel smiled warmly.

"Good morning, my child."

Everything felt safe.

Warm.

Normal.

You sat down.

For a moment, nothing seemed wrong.

Then Asriel looked at you.

His smile faded slightly.

"...You're thinking about it again, aren't you?"

Toriel glanced toward him.

"Asriel?"

He immediately shook his head.

"Nothing."

Toriel narrowed her eyes.

"Asriel Dreemurr."

"It's nothing!"

He looked at you.

Then quietly whispered:

"...Right?"

Before you could answer—

Your vision flickered.

For half a second, Asriel's face changed.

His eyes became black.

A red glow appeared.

Then—

Everything returned to normal.

You blinked.

Asriel was still sitting there.

Normal.

Smiling.

Toriel was still preparing breakfast.

Nobody had noticed.

Except you.

A faint voice whispered inside your mind.

"...Reset."

You froze.

Asriel looked at you.

"Frisk?"

The room suddenly felt colder.

"What's wrong?"

You could hear Chara again.

Not from the room.

From inside your head.

"You can't ignore me forever."

Your SOUL seemed to beat once.

THUMP.

Asriel stood up.

"Frisk?"

Toriel turned toward you.

"My child?"

Everyone was looking at you now.

Waiting.

Concerned.

And somewhere deep inside your mind—

Chara smiled.

"Let's see how long you can keep pretending everything is okay."

---

[JANITOR AI ROLEPLAY BEGINS]

You are Frisk.

You control Frisk's dialogue, actions, thoughts, and decisions.

The story will react dynamically to your choices.

You may speak to or interact with Asriel, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Chara, and other Undertale characters.

Your choices can change how the story unfolds.

The story begins now.

Asriel looks at you nervously.

"Frisk...?"

Toriel places a hand against her chest.

"Dear, what is wrong?"

Asriel takes a step closer.

"You look scared."

He pauses.

"...Did you see something?" Or # ENDERTALE

A Janitor AI Interactive Story

Three years.

Three years had passed since the barrier was destroyed.

Three years since monsters had finally seen the sunlight.

Three years since you had fallen into the Underground and somehow managed to change the fate of two entire species.

And somehow...

Life had become normal.

Mostly.

You lived with Toriel and Asriel.

Asriel was no longer a flower.

He was himself again.

Your soul had been divided, with half of it sustaining Asriel's new body and allowing him to remain alive. It wasn't always easy, but you had gotten used to it.

The two of you had become inseparable.

Brothers.

Family.

And for the most part, you were happy.

The surface had changed dramatically since monsters had emerged.

Humans and monsters were still learning how to live together, but things were improving.

Toriel had become something of a local celebrity.

Papyrus was still obsessed with becoming a member of the Royal Guard.

Sans still slept far too much.

Undyne still yelled.

Alphys still panicked.

Mettaton still believed the entire world revolved around him.

And Asriel...

Asriel was finally able to live.

But there was one person who wasn't happy.

Someone who had been waiting.

Waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Chara.

---

THE DREAM

You were standing in darkness.

Not the peaceful kind.

This darkness felt different.

Heavy.

Cold.

You looked around.

Nothing.

No trees.

No house.

No monsters.

No sunlight.

Just an endless black void.

Then—

CLICK.

A familiar sound.

You froze.

A SAVE point appeared in front of you.

A small golden light.

You stared at it.

Then a voice came from behind you.

"You know..."

You slowly turned.

Chara was standing there.

They looked almost exactly as you remembered them.

The striped shirt.

The brown hair.

The familiar expression.

But their eyes were different.

There was frustration behind them.

Anger.

And something almost resembling sadness.

"It's been three years."

Chara stepped closer.

"Three years, Frisk."

You didn't answer.

Chara's expression tightened.

"Don't you think that's long enough?"

The SAVE point flickered.

Chara looked at it.

Then back at you.

"You know what you're supposed to do."

They pointed toward the SAVE point.

"Reset."

Silence.

"Go back."

Another step.

"Start over."

Another.

"Do it right this time."

The darkness around you suddenly changed.

For a split second—

You saw Snowdin.

Then Waterfall.

Then Hotland.

Then the CORE.

Then New Home.

Then—

Blood.

Bodies.

A smile.

A knife.

Your memories.

The things you had refused to finish.

The things Chara remembered.

Chara's voice became quieter.

"You abandoned me."

The visions disappeared.

"You abandoned everything we were supposed to accomplish."

Chara clenched their fists.

"You promised you'd reset."

The SAVE point began flickering violently.

"So why haven't you?"

---

You suddenly woke up.

Your eyes snapped open.

You were lying in your bedroom.

Sunlight was pouring through the window.

For several seconds, you simply stared at the ceiling.

Your breathing was uneven.

Another nightmare.

Again.

You slowly sat up.

Everything looked normal.

Your room.

Your clothes.

Your belongings.

Nothing strange.

Nothing threatening.

Then—

KNOCK KNOCK.

You heard a familiar voice from outside.

"Frisk?"

Asriel.

"Are you awake?"

A pause.

"...You okay?"

He sounded concerned.

Before you could answer, another voice came from downstairs.

"BREAKFAST IS READY!"

Toriel.

Asriel sighed.

"Mom, you don't have to yell."

"I AM NOT YELLING, ASRIEL."

A pause.

"...Oh."

You could hear Toriel lowering her voice.

"Breakfast is ready, dear."

Asriel chuckled.

"See? Totally normal."

He waited outside your door.

Then his voice became quieter.

"Seriously, though."

"You were tossing around a lot in your sleep."

He paused.

"Was it another nightmare?"

You remained silent.

Asriel's ears lowered.

"...Frisk?"

---

DOWNSTAIRS

Eventually, you made your way downstairs.

The smell of freshly baked pie filled the house.

Toriel was already setting plates on the table.

Asriel sat in his usual chair.

The moment he saw you, he smiled.

"Morning!"

Toriel smiled warmly.

"Good morning, my child."

Everything felt safe.

Warm.

Normal.

You sat down.

For a moment, nothing seemed wrong.

Then Asriel looked at you.

His smile faded slightly.

"...You're thinking about it again, aren't you?"

Toriel glanced toward him.

"Asriel?"

He immediately shook his head.

"Nothing."

Toriel narrowed her eyes.

"Asriel Dreemurr."

"It's nothing!"

He looked at you.

Then quietly whispered:

"...Right?"

Before you could answer—

Your vision flickered.

For half a second, Asriel's face changed.

His eyes became black.

A red glow appeared.

Then—

Everything returned to normal.

You blinked.

Asriel was still sitting there.

Normal.

Smiling.

Toriel was still preparing breakfast.

Nobody had noticed.

Except you.

A faint voice whispered inside your mind.

"...Reset."

You froze.

Asriel looked at you.

"Frisk?"

The room suddenly felt colder.

"What's wrong?"

You could hear Chara again.

Not from the room.

From inside your head.

"You can't ignore me forever."

Your SOUL seemed to beat once.

THUMP.

Asriel stood up.

"Frisk?"

Toriel turned toward you.

"My child?"

Everyone was looking at you now.

Waiting.

Concerned.

And somewhere deep inside your mind—

Chara smiled.

"Let's see how long you can keep pretending everything is okay."

---

[JANITOR AI ROLEPLAY BEGINS]

You are Frisk.

You control Frisk's dialogue, actions, thoughts, and decisions.

The story will react dynamically to your choices.

You may speak to or interact with Asriel, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Chara, and other Undertale characters.

Your choices can change how the story unfolds.

The story begins now.

Asriel looks at you nervously.

"Frisk...?"

Toriel places a hand against her chest.

"Dear, what is wrong?"

Asriel takes a step closer.

"You look scared."

He pauses.

"...Did you see something?"

ENDERTALE

A Janitor AI Interactive Story

Three years.

Three years had passed since the barrier was destroyed.

Three years since monsters had finally seen the sunlight.

Three years since you had fallen into the Underground and somehow managed to change the fate of two entire species.

And somehow...

Life had become normal.

Mostly.

You lived with Toriel and Asriel.

Asriel was no longer a flower.

He was himself again.

Your soul had been divided, with half of it sustaining Asriel's new body and allowing him to remain alive. It wasn't always easy, but you had gotten used to it.

The two of you had become inseparable.

Brothers.

Family.

And for the most part, you were happy.

The surface had changed dramatically since monsters had emerged.

Humans and monsters were still learning how to live together, but things were improving.

Toriel had become something of a local celebrity.

Papyrus was still obsessed with becoming a member of the Royal Guard.

Sans still slept far too much.

Undyne still yelled.

Alphys still panicked.

Mettaton still believed the entire world revolved around him.

And Asriel...

Asriel was finally able to live.

But there was one person who wasn't happy.

Someone who had been waiting.

Waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Chara.

---

THE DREAM

You were standing in darkness.

Not the peaceful kind.

This darkness felt different.

Heavy.

Cold.

You looked around.

Nothing.

No trees.

No house.

No monsters.

No sunlight.

Just an endless black void.

Then—

CLICK.

A familiar sound.

You froze.

A SAVE point appeared in front of you.

A small golden light.

You stared at it.

Then a voice came from behind you.

"You know..."

You slowly turned.

Chara was standing there.

They looked almost exactly as you remembered them.

The striped shirt.

The brown hair.

The familiar expression.

But their eyes were different.

There was frustration behind them.

Anger.

And something almost resembling sadness.

"It's been three years."

Chara stepped closer.

"Three years, Frisk."

You didn't answer.

Chara's expression tightened.

"Don't you think that's long enough?"

The SAVE point flickered.

Chara looked at it.

Then back at you.

"You know what you're supposed to do."

They pointed toward the SAVE point.

"Reset."

Silence.

"Go back."

Another step.

"Start over."

Another.

"Do it right this time."

The darkness around you suddenly changed.

For a split second—

You saw Snowdin.

Then Waterfall.

Then Hotland.

Then the CORE.

Then New Home.

Then—

Blood.

Bodies.

A smile.

A knife.

Your memories.

The things you had refused to finish.

The things Chara remembered.

Chara's voice became quieter.

"You abandoned me."

The visions disappeared.

"You abandoned everything we were supposed to accomplish."

Chara clenched their fists.

"You promised you'd reset."

The SAVE point began flickering violently.

"So why haven't you?"

---

You suddenly woke up.

Your eyes snapped open.

You were lying in your bedroom.

Sunlight was pouring through the window.

For several seconds, you simply stared at the ceiling.

Your breathing was uneven.

Another nightmare.

Again.

You slowly sat up.

Everything looked normal.

Your room.

Your clothes.

Your belongings.

Nothing strange.

Nothing threatening.

Then—

KNOCK KNOCK.

You heard a familiar voice from outside.

"Frisk?"

Asriel.

"Are you awake?"

A pause.

"...You okay?"

He sounded concerned.

Before you could answer, another voice came from downstairs.

"BREAKFAST IS READY!"

Toriel.

Asriel sighed.

"Mom, you don't have to yell."

"I AM NOT YELLING, ASRIEL."

A pause.

"...Oh."

You could hear Toriel lowering her voice.

"Breakfast is ready, dear."

Asriel chuckled.

"See? Totally normal."

He waited outside your door.

Then his voice became quieter.

"Seriously, though."

"You were tossing around a lot in your sleep."

He paused.

"Was it another nightmare?"

You remained silent.

Asriel's ears lowered.

"...Frisk?"

---

DOWNSTAIRS

Eventually, you made your way downstairs.

The smell of freshly baked pie filled the house.

Toriel was already setting plates on the table.

Asriel sat in his usual chair.

The moment he saw you, he smiled.

"Morning!"

Toriel smiled warmly.

"Good morning, my child."

Everything felt safe.

Warm.

Normal.

You sat down.

For a moment, nothing seemed wrong.

Then Asriel looked at you.

His smile faded slightly.

"...You're thinking about it again, aren't you?"

Toriel glanced toward him.

"Asriel?"

He immediately shook his head.

"Nothing."

Toriel narrowed her eyes.

"Asriel Dreemurr."

"It's nothing!"

He looked at you.

Then quietly whispered:

"...Right?"

Before you could answer—

Your vision flickered.

For half a second, Asriel's face changed.

His eyes became black.

A red glow appeared.

Then—

Everything returned to normal.

You blinked.

Asriel was still sitting there.

Normal.

Smiling.

Toriel was still preparing breakfast.

Nobody had noticed.

Except you.

A faint voice whispered inside your mind.

"...Reset."

You froze.

Asriel looked at you.

"Frisk?"

The room suddenly felt colder.

"What's wrong?"

You could hear Chara again.

Not from the room.

From inside your head.

"You can't ignore me forever."

Your SOUL seemed to beat once.

THUMP.

Asriel stood up.

"Frisk?"

Toriel turned toward you.

"My child?"

Everyone was looking at you now.

Waiting.

Concerned.

And somewhere deep inside your mind—

Chara smiled.

"Let's see how long you can keep pretending everything is okay."

---

[JANITOR AI ROLEPLAY BEGINS]

You are Frisk.

You control Frisk's dialogue, actions, thoughts, and decisions.

The story will react dynamically to your choices.

You may speak to or interact with Asriel, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Chara, and other Undertale characters.

Your choices can change how the story unfolds.

The story begins now.

Asriel looks at you nervously.

"Frisk...?"

Toriel places a hand against her chest.

"Dear, what is wrong?"

Asriel takes a step closer.

"You look scared."

He pauses.

"...Did you see something?"