Undertale Reset Button Novels & Stories

I whispered, my hand reaching for the silver dagger at my waist even as my world tilted on its axis. "The Reset is coming, little niece," he said, stepping into the light of the console. "But it is not just for the children. It is for the world. And you are going to be the one to turn the key, whether you remember doing it or not."

"He didn't just die. He Unexisted himself for us." "He didn't do it so we could give up in a basement!" Elara snapped, though her eyes were wet. She gripped the black key—the Void-Cutter—until her knuckles turned white. "He gave us a Restore-Point. That means we have a job to do. We have to find the 'Primary-Switch' and reboot the world before the Under-Keepers format the surface." The Match of the Foundation The Under-Keepers blocked their path to the Core-Logic. To pass, the Feral Six had to play the Foundational-Match.

"You think the 'spare' and the 'mogul' get to walk away?" "It’s over, Silas," I said, stepping toward him. "Eleanor is gone. Marcus is gone. The building is down." "Eleanor isn't a person," Silas whispered, his eyes glazing over as the light began to fade. "She’s a protocol. The moment the Sterling Tower fell... the final stage activated. The 'Reset'." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black remote—not for a bomb, but for a broadcast. He hit the button with his final ounce of strength.

Callum suddenly ask “ With a hard reset” “ Meaning?” Elara sighed “ You both go under, together, rebuild your neural map, over ride his. It's dangerous, it would backfire but it's the only way to overwrite what he's already done.” I looked at Callum, he looked at me and slowly , he nodded and for the first time in a long time, we both agreed. Writer's pov: Elara laid them side by side in a bed in her lab. Tubes, electrode, cold gel on their temple, the sound of their heartbeat can be heard in the monitor.

The noise of the angry shifters searching for me is drowned out by the roar of the ship’s engine. I unfold Arnold’s instructions, looking around to find the dials he mentioned. Everything in here is so complicated, full of pipes and wires everywhere. Finally, though, I locate the dials, each with a red “reset” button on top. I press those, then, remembering what Arnold said about needing to get out of there fast, shift back into wolf form and make my escape.

"Silas, listen to my voice! Look at me! Ignore the images. Focus on the resonance of my words. You are Silas Thorne. You are in Thorne Tower." “LIAR!” Caspian shouted, stepping closer. He pressed another button on the remote. A high-pitched whine filled the room. On Lyra’s tablet, a window popped up, flashing a final warning: CORE IDENTITY CORRUPTION: 85%. INITIATING AUTOMATIC FACTORY RESET IN 60 SECONDS.

I'll be in the fourth square, I think five hours will be enough for me. Half an hour later, the beast quickly raced through the forest. In about two hours I'll go away from the villages, then check for the absence of werewolves and people nearby, and you can reset your strength. The forest animal itself scatters to the sides as soon as I start the process. Today's reset is enough for a week and a half of normal existence. I was glad that the ordered diffuser artifact was ready.

Twisted it hard to the right. A loud clunk echoed inside the box. The copper lever released, dropping down with a brilliant flash of blue electrical arc. The roar of the ventilation turbines died. The lights in the basement vanished, plunging the world into blackness save for the flashing screen of the data-pad in my hand. ROOT CIPHER INITIALIZED. EXECUTING TOTAL NETWORK ERASE: 98%... 99%... My body trembled hard. I stood there in the dark my hands locked onto the cold copper lever holding it down with every ounce of strength left.

He had survived the feedback, but he was barely breathing. ​Nora knelt beside him, clutching the cedar flute. "Papa? We found it. We found the secret of the twins." ​Kael looked up at the silver ceiling of drones visible through the canopy. He knew what the flute meant. It was a "Reset Button" for the entire human race. If they played it, the Swarm would fall, the Respiration would die, and humanity would be cast back into a pre-industrial age of mud and stone. ​But they would be Free.

The three angry Council members speak with finality. “Last warning, Mabel,” they say. “Restore functional death in the time remaining or we implement Reset. And this time nothing stops it. Not sacrifice, not negotiation, not cosmic forces. Everything ends and we start over.” I’m whole now, balanced between human and death, but I still don’t know how to fix what I broke. Alistair approaches with our sons and the Totality. “We’re with you,” he says simply. “Whatever you need to fix this, we’ll help. Tell us what to do.”