Welcome fellow reading hyoo-mans to SoulBonds!
I am assuming you are an organism from the planet of earth Z X-12.9 that has decided to either follow me, the Great Composed-of-Opposites! Or. . .You have stumbled into this story merely because our room of an infinite number of chimps on typewriters had simply typed it up so it was bound to happen eventually. (barely cracks door to peek into said room only to have every chimp stop whatever they're doing and stare at)
Regardless of the reasoning, how do you hyoo-mans say...
(hastily slams door shut and frantically tries to lock)
Ah!
I hope you enjoy!
This was it. Frisk was about to bond with Sans's soul. A quiet cry of outrage, roared in her mind. It was Chara. She was protesting them, finally cementing their bond. Her outburst surprised Frisk to say in the least. After all, she had become silent after their conversation at the end of the soulless pacifist run. Frisk ignored her, instead, favoring the special moment between her and her husband. 'Husband,' it felt right for Frisk to call him that. Chara was screaming at her as she began to bare her soul to Sans's. A blinding light flashed from their souls as they connected. Neither saw the black essence get cast out. The light faded from the two souls, leaving them both with a feeling of euphoria. They had been shocked at the intense connection it gave suddenly became concerned as he learned that Chara had been in her soul, but he couldn't find her presence. Frisk felt his questioning through their link. She quickly searched for Chara, but found nothing. She looked at Sans with worry, she had gotten used to the feeling that Chara would m always there. Now that she wasn't, it felt…wrong. Neither of them noticed the black mass growing and shaping itself. At its center was an empty soul, slowly being filled with a red essence. Once it finished, the soul…was filled with determination. Sans and Frisk both heard a gasp and turned towards it. What they saw left them speechless. On the floor was a woman, free of clothing that appeared to be about year older than Frisk. They heard the woman whispering. "Frisk, where are we? Frisk, why aren't you answering me? SAY SOMETHING!"
"…Frisk this isn't even remotely funny anymore. Please…say something…anything." The woman groaned as she rolled 's eyes remained closed as she continued to ask, "Why does everything hurt now? Frisk, what did you do to us this time?" She rubbed her head trying to rid the pain. Her eyes shot open, realizing she rubbed her head. She saw sans and Frisk staring at her. She sat up and looked down at herself and laughed. "Oh this is a good one. This is real good. I'm in another one of your weird dreams Frisk, aren't I?!" Chara howled with laughter until she heard Frisk speak with her rough quiet voice. "Chara…I'm not dreaming. Not this time." Chara's eyes hardened as her red irises glowed. "Stop messing around, that's not possible Frisk." Her voice gained a dangerous edge to it as she continued, "You and I both know it." Chara wrapped her arms around herself as a sorrowful expression crossed her face. Frisk signed to her, "If I was dreaming, wouldn't you be a child?" Chara's eyes went as big as saucers. Frisk was right she should be a child right now. Then it clicked…her aching body, breathing, being able to touch and FEEL what she touched. She was alive again…and she was naked. Her face went red as she attempted to cover herself up. "D-don't look!"
Hyoo-man reading viewers! Are you entertained?
Oh? Good good good good good! (*concerningly loud bangs and chimp screeches* barring the door from typewriting chimps)
It is the know that is good to see that you are the scathed of the un-type variety. If you haven't already guessed hyoo-mans, the chimps of the infinite number are trying to escape. So for the being of the time I must try to keep them contained.(*cracking wood sounds* piles more things in front of door)
While I am a of the live please favorite, follow, and review/comment, perhaps tell me where you think this may be of the going!
(door starts to break some) Oh god...(frantically piles more things on barricade)
Hyoo-mans... it may be a bit before I can post again, hopefully...this problem will resolve itself.
Reader hyoo-man,
Of the determined you must stay.