Hello people of the internet. Xeno here. This is my first fanfiction, so please stay with me. Anyway, on with the story.
Light shined into the long hall through large stained glass windows. Birds were singing and flowers were blooming, but today didn't feel beautiful at all. Before him stood a figure he had met several times in the past. "why did you do this, Frisk? we had escaped the underground. why reset and cause all this pain and sorrow for everyone?" His once close friend just looked up it him with blood red eyes and chuckled before dashing at him and swinging a knife at him. Sans simply sidestepped and delivered a rapid barrage of bones and blasts from his gaster blasters at the figure, but then everything was reset to before the fight had begun. This wasn't the first time they had fought in this hall and Sans was getting a little bit exhausted. "Frisk. this isn't you and you know it. whatever you're doing. i hope you're aware of the consequences."
"Sans… I'm sorry. Things weren't supposed to happen like this… I just wanted to save him… Now, I just want you to break my determination. Keep killing me until I stop… Don't let me reach Asgore. Please…" Her body felt like a prison. From her perspective she was inside a darkroom with no entrance or exit. The only light was from a projection of what was happening in the real world. How exactly did she get like this? She asked herself that question over and over again. Back in the ruins, she had felt a presence that wasn't there last time. She had no way of telling that it was entering her body, but she did feel intense burning anger. As she solved the puzzles and had made friends with several of the inhabitants, the anger grew stronger until eventually Frisk lost consciousness. When she awoke she saw Toriel in front of her with a large gash in her chest. She regained control of herself and rushed over to the closest thing to a mom she had, but Toriel was reduced to a pile of dust before she reached her. She wanted to cry, but instead she was pushed into the prison and then watched helplessly as she exited the ruins. She watched and cried as she struck down her closest friends and the only family she ever knew. Now here she was in this long judgement hall facing down someone she had shared laughs with in another time. She truly hoped he could stop her.
Sans wiped his brow after brutally killing Frisk again. "kiddo. you obviously have a reason for doing this, but i can't allow you to pass any further." The skeleton dodged an attack that was thrown his way. "i wish you had just left well eno-" He was cut off by the feeling of a knife passing through his ribcage and the excruciating sensation of a red liquid flowing forth as he collapsed to the ground, he heard maniacal laughter as everything faded away.
"No… Sans…" A flood of despair came over her. Now alone two monsters remained in her path. The king and the flower. She knew that they couldn't stop her. She felt a wave of despair wash over her as she closed her eyes. She couldn't stand to watch any more senseless killing. A voice echoed in her head. "I see that you've given up on fighting me, finally." She opened her eyes to see what appeared to be a mirror image of herself. "Hello, Frisk. I assume you've heard of me on your journeys." The figure in front of her brandished a knife and swung it at her leaving a gash across Frisk's chest as the darkness faded and they were standing inside the hallway where they had fought Sans. The stranger looked almost identical to Frisk at first glance, but she had slightly brighter colored hair and wore a yellow and green sweater. "My name is Chara."
Sorry for the cliffhanger, but there will probably be a few for these first few chapters. I'm sorry, but I'm going to be setting up for the main story in these first chapters, so hang with me... Please... This is awkward... I don't really have anything else to say, so this is good bye for now...
