Swaptale
Genre: Gaming - fantasy
Characters: Frisk, Chara, Sans
Summary: As Scotchtapeoffcial has sadly discontinued 'Swaptale,' I decided to give continuing it a shot. I highly recommend checking out the original comic at _. At the end of their respective journeys, Chaara and Frisk are transported to each others' timeline. Chaos will ensue, and a dear friend will die.
Chapter one; Pilot
(A.N.); To whom it may concern, this part is all Scotchtapeofficial's work, transcribed into chapter/word formatting. I give him full credit, check out the original at _. If, by any chance, they are reading this, I apologize for not asking permission. I'm not quite sure how you go about it on tumblr, 'cuz I'm a noob.
'Oh, Flowey…' Frisk gave a sad smile at his hunched form.
"Just kill me." He turned away, the burden of many crimes on his… leaves.
Frisk took a step closer, willing him to accept them. They had never killed a monster, and wasn't about to start now. They, were a true pacifist.
However, in a different timeline, things had taken a darker turn. A human stood in a beautiful hall, golden light filtering through the glass. It reflected off the dusty knife in hand, and unveiled the bloodied scratches and burns on their body. Tangled hair whipping around, Chara's blue soul was thrown to the ground. Wild eyes that were the window to a demon that roared inside, but cried in pain.
An opponent stood before her, unmoved by the gritted teeth or outburst. He was here for vengeance, vengeance for his fallen brother and comrades. But even he was getting tired. "just back off."
The "and die, and never come back" was unspoken, but there.
Chara picked herself up, and limped forward. The skeleton braced himself to dodge another swing.
As one smashed her fight button, another chose to have mercy and spare. And that's when it happened. A glitch, an error, call it what you like, but suddenly that gentle hand was above the abused fight button in the bloody hall, while the one covered in dust was facing the shell of her best friend.
Short chapter, I know. I'm not that good at writing, and I'll update within the week. Maybe even tomorrow…
-Mirriashi