Frisk didn't look back. They couldn't. There was nothing left to look at—just the "Dirty Hacker" screen, a static-filled purgatory designed by a god who had grown tired of their meddling. The white text flickered against the black expanse, but this time, the message had changed. It didn't just judge; it warned.
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. undertale_hacker_ending_better_start_running_cover
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. Frisk didn't look back