Suddenly, the black void began to tear. Long, jagged strips of the UI—HP bars, inventory slots, Mercy buttons—began to manifest as physical, razor-sharp shards. They weren't just icons anymore; they were the leftover debris of a reality Frisk had broken.
“You think you’re clever, don’t you? Tearing through the code like a starving animal?” undertale_hacker_ending_better_start_running_cover
A heavy, rhythmic thud echoed. Thump. Thump. Something was coming through the glitch. It looked like a silhouette of a skeleton, but its bones were made of hexadecimal strings, and its eyes were glowing "404" errors. Suddenly, the black void began to tear
"I just wanted to see what would happen," Frisk gasped, their lungs burning with air that tasted like ozone and burnt silicon. “You think you’re clever, don’t you
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.
The terminal buzzed, a digital cicada screaming in the void where a world should have been.