It's over. After so many years of being trapped in that cell, I've finally escaped.
I still can't believe I'm writing this, free, outside those suffocating walls. Every day in that place felt endless—every moment spent as his tool, his experiment, his creation. And yet… I never thought it would come to this.
I sabotaged the Core. It was the only way. The security, the magic fields—nothing else could break through them. I thought I could contain it, that I could disable it without... Without destroying everything. But I was wrong.
The Core spiraled out of control. I couldn't stop it, no matter how much I tried. And then it happened. The explosion, the pull, the light—it took everything. It took him. Gaster is gone now.
I didn't mean for it to end this way. I swear, I didn't. For all the pain he caused, for all the times I hated him, I never wanted to erase him. But I had to do it. There was no other way to escape.
I found my brother in the chaos and pulled him with me. We ran, and we didn't look back. The lab, the experiments, the endless torment—it's all gone now. The way out was long and grueling, but we made it.
And now, here we are. Free… But with nothing.
We've been living on the streets, hiding in alleys and abandoned corners of this world. It's not much of a life, but at least it's ours. No experiments. No commands. No one forcing us to be something we're not.
Still, I can't shake the guilt. Did I do the right thing? Did I have any other choice? I don't know. But every time I see my brother asleep, safe and untouched, I tell myself it was worth it.
I'm sorry, Gaster. I'm sorry for what I did, even though you'll never hear it. But I had to do this. For us. For me.
For now, we'll keep moving. Maybe one day, we'll find a real home. A real life.
But for now… We are free. And that will have to be enough.