Decaytale
Chapter 1.
Here it is, the first chapter of my prequel to my Ruintale AU.
(Chara's POV)
Humans, what can I say about them?
Collectively, they are all the same.
Boring.
Petty.
Diseased.
Weak, if not physically, then mentally and or emotionally.
Annoying.
This list goes on, but, my point stands.
They're all the same, even me.
Hell, I may even be the worst, and I'm not even nine years old yet.
"Chara!" I suddenly heard.
I looked to my side and found my "brother" run up next to me, Asriel is his name, Asriel Dreemurr, he is a young monster with the features of a goat, just like his parents. Obviously, if you couldn't tell, we are not biologically related...thank God...I was adopted over a year ago after I ended up here, having "fallen" from the mountain above. Okay, actually, I jumped, not because I was "depressed" or "at my wits end" like most people in that situation, no, let's just say I did something generally frowned upon in human society and had to disappear.
"Chara?" Asriel said again to get my attention.
Seems he can't tell when he's being ignored; knowing he wasn't going to leave me alone, I turned toward him with the fakest, yet surprisingly deceptive smile I could muster.
"Yes, Asriel," I asked nonchalantly, "what do you want?"
"Dinner's ready." he informed me.
"Super," I replied, "what're having?"
"Mom's special stew." Asriel stated with a smile.
Oh stop, don't flatter her, the only "special" thing about it is that it has more carrots in it than regular stew, like, a grossly absurd amount of carrots. I don't hate carrots, but, my God a horse would look at the amount she puts in it and be like "I think you have a problem", seriously, just because they're her favorite vegetable doesn't mean they're everyone else's.
"Oh boy," I said, feigning joy, "I can't wait."
"Come on," my "brother" insisted, taking me by the wrist, "we have to get it while it's hot."
With that, he blissfully dragged me to the dining table, where two steaming bowls of carrot stew, not what it's actually called, but, it may as well be, were waiting for us.
As I sat down to eat, I looked around at my "family", you wouldn't believe it unless you saw it, but, they, along with pretty much every other monster, at their meals from typical dishware, with typical eating utensils, just like the typical human beings up on the surface. In fact, they did just about everything like humans, eating, bathing, schooling, child-rearing, it was baffling.
When I first got here and was taken in, I thought, "Hey, maybe this'll work out, surely monsters must be vastly different from humans." God, how wrong I was, they were so much like humans that, when I first realized it, I felt physically ill. Legit, every time I hear a conversation between monsters, whether it's Toriel and Asgore, who were my "parents", or any other monsters, I feel that I could vomit out everything in my body onto the ground, because, if I closed my eyes, I'd swear I was listening to humans bitch and moan about stuff that nobody cares about!
Seriously, every other conversation I hear from monsters is "My job" this and "my family" that or in the kids' case "school" this and "my parents" that. I swear, if I had the reflexes, I could stab every one of them, over and over, look them in the eyes as I do it, feel nothing as I do it, and then play in their dust. Really, the only things that separates the monsters and the humans is their physical appearances, how their souls work, and the monsters' magic, other than that, there is hardly a difference at all and I hate it. They have all this magic, yet, they use it only for "expressing themselves" and work, very rarely have I ever actually seen monsters get into a FIGHT, and I have yet to see one end interestingly. They always try to hold themselves back, because, apparently, they're not that hard to kill...pathetic.
They waste it, they waste their magic, Toriel only uses hers for housework, cooking, and healing us if we get hurt, Asgore is pretty much the same way, mostly using his magic for gardening and making tea or feed, Asriel has yet to fully develop his powers, but, for what he has now, he barely does anything with it. They're the leaders of this society, they could use their magic to hold everyone firmly under their thumbs, but, they don't, because, they prefer to be pacifists, I swear to Christ, if I ever hear Toriel say "Remember children, violence is never the answer." again, I'll take everyone of her books and burn them to ash right in front of her!
If I had any power like theirs, I sure as hell would do far more than dick around, God, how frustrating it is to be so close to so much power and not have any access to or control over it.
"Chara?" Toriel suddenly spoke.
I looked at her.
"Have you been reading any of the books I gave you?" she asked.
"I...just finished one of them." I answered simply.
Honestly, I skimmed, I barely even the remember the title.
"Did you like it?" my "mother" wondered, "Did any of it fascinate you?"
I shrugged.
"It was a'ight." I stated coolly.
"You mean it was 'all right'." she corrected me.
I. Don't. Fucking. Care!
"Got it." I responded.
"Well, do try and at least take a look at the others," Toriel advised, "they are full of information that a young prince should know."
They're all about monster culture, which, not only you told me about when I first got here, but, I literally experience every single day from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep at night. What more could I possibly need to learn that I can't learn from what goes on around me.
Oh yeah, about what she just said, I should probably explain it, see, Asgore and Toriel, are in fact the King and Queen of monsters, meaning Asriel is the Prince of monsters. Technically, since they made me part of the family *gag* I too qualify as a prince.
"Yes, I know, Toriel," I voiced with fake innocence, "I'll try, though I think I learn more just by talking to everyone around here."
"Chara we have been over this," she laughed, "you are our child, so call me 'Mom'."
Bitch.
"Right..." I said awkwardly, "...Mom."
Ugh, I didn't even refer to my biological mother as "Mom", to actually refer to this thing as "Mom", or any variation of that, is literally painful.
"And you call me 'Brother'." Asriel added.
I tense as he reached over and hugged me tightly, ugggggghhhhh, the only physical contact I have ever made with people was the kind that usually resulted in them ending up on the ground, often bleeding. Every time that crybaby hugs me or grabs my hand, it takes everything that I have to resist laying him out, three times I've nearly strangled him because he had the nerve to sneak up on me and tackle me to the ground, trying to convince me to play one of his stupid games.
"You know, Chara," Asgore said, "tomorrow, I am going to see Uncle Gaster and talk to him about some important stuff."
"Uncle Gaster" is Asgore's best friend and royal scientist, whom he visits regularly.
"I was thinking that," the king continued, "tomorrow, when I go to the lab, I would like to take you kids with me."
"Really?" Asriel responded, "But, I thought that we weren't allowed in the lab."
"That is only without supervision," his father affirmed, "however, since you will be with me, it will be just fine, so long as you do what you are told."
"Yay," Asriel said happily, "Chara, we're going to the lab!"
The only response I could bring myself to give was a halfhearted smile and a feeble fist-pump.
(Still Chara's POV/Hang in there folks)
So the next day, after we got up and got ready, Asgore dragged me and Asriel to Dr. Gaster's lab, Asriel prattling on and on about how excited he was and how fun it was going to be, while I just tuned him out. Calm the hell down, kid, it's a lab.
Once we were there and Asgore met up with the scientist, he and the skeleton man, yes, Gaster is a skeleton, went into another room to talk, while we were left with the Gaster's kids. Two sons of his own and a daughter, a lizard girl that he had adopted after finding her abandoned as a baby, the oldest son's name was Sans, his younger brother's name was Papyrus, and their "sister's" name was Alphys. They were all quite a bit older than us, Sans was fifteen years old, Alphys was fourteen, and Papyrus was almost thirteen, so, they were responsible for us while the grown ups were out of the room.
While Asriel listened to the big kids talk about some of the labs machines, I decided to go take a look around, of course, not before, Sans told me not to mess with anything. Christ, I'm eight years old, not two.
I walked through the lab, looking at the many wires and mechanisms along the way, it was impressive for one man and three kids to create and keep together, I'll give them that. However, as I walked, I suddenly heard voices, which I quickly recognized as Asgore's and Gaster's, coming from the room just up ahead. Curious, I decided to see what was going on, without making my presence known of course, so, I approached the door, standing just out of doorway, and listened closely.
"So...where does this leave us?" Asgore asked.
"Well, from what I've gathered, the barrier is made of soul power," Gaster answered, "so, it will take just that to destroy it and quite a bit of it at that."
"How much is 'quite a bit'?" the king queried.
"The equivalent of, at least, seven human souls." the scientist affirmed.
"Seven human souls?" Asgore responded, confounded, "How are we supposed to get seven human souls?"
"Well, the safe, but, slow way would be to hope that seven humans fall down here from Mount Ebott," Gaster offered, "however, as I ran the test, I may have found another solution...though you may not be up for it."
Silence.
"I am listening." my "father" stated.
"Well," Gaster sighed, "it appears that somebody could bypass the barrier, if they had a powerful soul, by which I mean, the soul of a monster and a human fused together."
Monsters can absorb human souls? Oh yeah, I think that's what started the war between the races.
"A monster and human soul fused?" Asgore mused.
"Yes," the scientist said, "and in that instance, you would only need one human soul."
"Again, how are we supposed-" the king started, but, stopped.
What followed was several seconds of silence.
"Oh...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I...no, no we cannot," Asgore suddenly uttered frantically, "Gaster, we cannot, no matter how desperately we want freedom, such a thing is out of the question."
What is he...oh...I get it...I'm one human soul.
"I know, I'm not for it either," Gaster said, "but, hear me out, there may be a way to do it, without actually harming the child."
"A way to absorb a soul without killing the organism housing it?" Asgore replied curiously.
"Yes," the scientist explained, "now, I don't recall it ever having been done, however, I have explored the possibility once long ago, and, with great amount of power, it should be power."
"A great amount of power?" the monster king sighed.
"Which you have," the skeleton man attested, "you are the strongest of all monsters, as expected of our king, I have no doubt that you could pull of such a thing, plus, if that child were to know of his true potential, then it absolutely should be possible."
My...true potential?
I heard Asgore mumbling and sighing, obviously thinking it over.
"I am...not sure," he said, "I do trust your skill and logic, Gaster, but, there is still so much risk...I...I just do not know if it is worth it, plus, it seems like it would be unfair to ask such a thing of Chara."
You bleeding heart wuss, you call yourself a king? If it were me, I would...I would...hmm...
Is this the chance I've been looking for, an access to great power?
I'm not wasting this opportunity, it's go time!
"Knock knock!" I called out, knocking on the doorway as I spoke.
My voice apparently startled both of the monster men.
"Chara?" Asgore questioned, "What are you doing? You were supposed to stay with Sans."
"I'm sorry," I responded, with fake innocence, "I got curious and decided to look around and...well...I couldn't help but overhear your conversation just now."
"You...heard all of that?" the king replied meekly.
"Yeah, I did," I continued, putting on my amazingly fake, yet somehow convincing smile, "and, gosh, I would be more than happy to let you absorb my soul and get what you need to break that barrier!"
It took everything I had to keep a straight face when I said that.
"Chara," Asgore expressed, "that is very kind of you, but, I am just not comfortable attempting such a thing, I cannot take such a gamble with your life."
Trust me, it is not my life you should be worried about.
I couldn't let this chance get away, it was time to put on the greatest act of my young life.
I took a deep breath, exhaled, intertwined my fingers, holding my hands up, and looked up at Asgore with the most pitiful look I could muster.
"Please, Daddy," I pleaded in the most gloriously fake, pitiful voice I've ever done, swallowing hard as saying the word "Daddy" nauseated me slightly, "please do it, I wanna help free you and the monsters, I want everyone to be happy, please, please, I love you so much, just please let me do this for you."
Keep it together, must not laugh, must not gag, must hold this facial expression as long as possible.
"Chara...I..." Asgore said hesitantly.
Desperate times calls for desperate measures, I told myself I would never do this, but, this must happen. Pushing aside every uncomfortable feeling, clenching my throat shut, I threw myself at my "father" and hugged him tightly.
"Please," I begged incessantly, "please, please, please, let's do this, please, let me help you, please, please, please..."
"All right," Asgore finally said, "Chara, all right, I will talk to your mother about it, and, tomorrow, if you are still up for it..."
Tomorrow? Oh no, we are not waiting until tomorrow, for all I know, by then, you might change your mind.
"No," I insisted, "not tomorrow, I wanna get it done now! Let's do it now!"
"Okay, okay," the king replied, "Chara, we may, but, first, I have to talk to your mother and brother about it, they need to know what is going on."
"Yay!" I cried childishly.
Sometime later, after Asgore explained the soul fusing idea to Toriel and told Asriel what was going on, he and myself went to the castle's throne room, where said fusing would commence. Toriel and Asriel were there for moral support, while Dr. Gaster stood by, ready to lend some of his own power; at the same time, Gaster's kids, Sans, Papyrus, and Alphys, were watching on the monitor from their father's lab.
"It is not too late to stop," Asgore told me, "you know we do not have to this."
How many times has that been today? Thirty? Forty?
Give it up old man.
"I'm not changing my mind," I insisted, "I want to do this, please, just let me do this for you."
You're not taking this away from me.
"Your Highness," Gaster voiced, "are we doing this?"
Asgore sighed deeply for the eighth time today.
"If Chara truly wises for this to happen," he said, "then...yes...let us proceed."
"Oh, Asgore," Toriel said meekly, "please be careful."
"Do not worry, dearest," Asgore replied, "I will."
Asriel looked at me.
"I can't believe you actually want to do something like this," he voiced, "it sounds so dangerous."
You would say something like that.
"But, no matter, that just tells me how brave you are," my "brother" continued, "I know you'll be just fine."
I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, Chara," Asriel then asked, "when we get to the surface, what should we do first?"
I shrugged.
"Uh...pfffft..." I simply answered, "lie in the grass?"
"Oh yeah," the prince replied gladly, "we could look at those...things...the clouds!"
"Yeah!" I said with fake optimism.
Don't count on it, kid, I didn't plan on taking any of you with me when this is over.
"Are you ready, my son?" Asgore asked me.
"As I'll ever be." I stated.
He then picked me up.
"Remember," Gaster said, "you gotta put your souls, everything, into it."
Asgore wrapped his arms around me as tightly as he could, though, held back slightly, presumably because he did not want to hurt me. I could then feel the warm sensation of his raw power emitting from his body, though, due to the way he was holding me, I could not see what was going on around me. Regardless, I closed my eyes and began to put my own "power" into it, my "Determination" they called it, thinking about what I wanted and why I was going to do what I was planning to do.
Freedom, my freedom that is, I don't give a shit about these guys' freedom, however they get out of here, that's their problem, not mine.
I also wanted power, not just strength or magic, but, authority as well, I want to be in charge, I want to be king, even God if possible. I want the humans to, not only kneel, to lie face down in the dirt before me and beg for mercy, beg for my assistance.
This world and everything in it is going to be mine-
"It is done." I suddenly heard.
Suddenly, I looked around and found that my point of view had changed, I was not looking at Toriel, Asriel, and Gaster, all of whom looked completely stunned. I noticed that I could not see Asgore anywhere, then, I looked down and saw that, not only was I now in the king's body, but, the fusion had resulted in Asgore's body being vastly altered. He was bigger, his horns had grown three times their size and were curled, his hair and beard had turned brown, like my hair, grown in length, and were quite wild.
"Ah, yes," Gaster said excitedly, "the absorption was a success, and on the first try at that!"
So, it worked? It worked!
"Ch-Chara?" Asgore spoke, his voice sounding a bit distorted.
"Huh?" I responded, "Oh, yeah, I'm here, I can hear you."
Incredible, I can feel it, I can feel the power reaching deep into my soul!
"All right," the king said, "I guess...it is time, let us be on our way."
"To the surface!" I cried.
"Please, come back safe," Toriel pressed, "if anything goes wrong, return here immediately!"
"We will be fine, dear." Asgore stated.
Well, I'll be fine.
Asgore then began to make his way towards the barrier, it won't be long now, I can feel victory calling my name!
There you have it, the start of my Ruintale prequel, I cannot wait to work further on this.
Yes and I swear, the final chapter of Tyrantale is in progress, nearing the climax and it should not take me too much longer to finish it.
I know it may seem kind of out there to have such bad language coming from an eight/nine-year-old, but, no joke, I know kids like that, including a seven year old, who has a filthy mouth when her parents are not around.