Prologue:

(Authors note: Chara is a soul, only Frisk can see them, plus, aged up Frisk)

Eyes lifeless, their backs were hunched over...

Then again, if Chara could read thoughts, they were convinced that ain't a single one of them were pretty. Just watching this kid, Chara knew that deep within their mind was a black whirlpool spiraling out of control. The kid is broken, and in need of some assistance. None of their friends came. Not even the smiley trash bag could help.

'Broken.'

'Now do you still believe that every person could change, even when they refuse to? '

Not everyone can change. Chara was a half-living proof. Chara knows what it feels like but what was Chara to do? As Frisk's breath shook unevenly, their stance wobbly and unsteady, knuckles white- Chara wonders what inner turmoil they are having. They seem to be clutching their hair in an ill-mannered way, hushing their hostile thoughts away. This time, it wasn't the nightmares though.

Two years ago, Chara would have cared less if the kid was in trouble. In fact, Chara would be entertained to see what troubles the kid can get themselves into. Chara grinned. How they would survive it; Lying? Cheating? Fighting? And how sad they would be afterwards, regretting to have clung to their heart like a bubble gum. Chara would just tease them for their obvious weakness, any genius could take advantage of their pure warmheartedness… then again smiley trash bag won't allow it to happen. Anyway, that was years ago, now… now this change. Things change from the better to the worst. If this was just Frisk stealing a cookie then Chara could have cared less, but this..?

Chara looked at the steel bars that separated the two, felt the delicate wind around them when there was not so much a breeze. When in prison, it's live or die. Chara walked from their spot and ever so slowly walked towards Frisk to pat their head in comforting gesture.

The speck of light illuminating the prison walls did not shed any light into Frisk's heart, if anything it remained as a permanent remainder of where they were. There was no freedom in this place. There was no happiness in the cracks of prison bars. All that was left was emptiness and regrets. Frisk believed Ivy could change. Believed that beneath that hard exterior was a lost human. But Ivy had a little trick up their sleeves as well. Together, Frisk and Chara would never suspect anything so weak and at lost had something brilliant in plan. And then, when they least suspected it, Ivy-

A loud rattle escaped the steel bar doors. The prison guards came.

'Frisk, it is time to leave this rotten place.' Chara said.

The guards faces' show emptiness from within.. Frisk cannot read anything from those faces. The glimpse of memories were useless in situations like this. Two guards approached Frisk slowly and tied their wrist strictly. Frisk had not resisted despite the little determination they have left.

The guards lead them to the room. At the center of the room, a rope hung for-…it. Today, a monster shall perish. Except they just don't know that they're about to kill a cinnamon roll who was tricked by the very monster that they had been trying to kill. Chara turned their face away, true that they had followed them but just couldn't bear to watch. Chara had loved to watch a victim's blood ooze out of their system and see their eyes hang lifelessly- it was only for the drive of obtaining 'LV' and 'HP' but in being the suicidal one, Chara had learned something about death years ago. It's excruciatingly painful..

The guards put the rope over their neck, Frisk was a sobbing mess because they had saw what was coming. Chara's face darkens. Frisk wasn't stupid, realization hit them earlier than Chara had expected. Chara had watched this happen over and over again and they had told them the same thing over and over again.

'Let's leave this world forever, Frisk'

Frisk wouldn't leave a single clue for an answer. But their determined eyes that shone through despite their circumstances. It was enough for an answer.

And Chara watched as the guards hung their fallen friend. The rope tied them from their oxygen supply, causing the body to lack oxygen, thus massively damaging the brain. They struggled with the little determination they have left but the body remained limp afterwards.

'It only took only seven minutes to end a life but decades to live', Chara observed.

Had Chara felt a twinge of remorse? No. Was there tears in their eyes? No. Were they worried? Maybe. For the future might repeat itself and both of them may never have a clue. Chara just may never know how many resets had happened- even by the marks they had engraved into their wrist.

The world started to reset itself, because a cinnamon roll doesn't know when to quit when they needed too. But despite everything, Chara will be there, for this time they won't let their fallen friend fall again into the endless abyss of death... if they could remember that is. Because remembering is something that would be a problem soon. Soon. As if on cue, the past events started to flash here and there and the time begins to rewind itself slowly, ever so slightly, to the very day where this mess all started. To that very day ... the snow day that changed everything..

(Author's Note : Kudos to Kessie-Louise for proofreading. Will be updated soon. Soon. Maybe today? Maybe tomorrow? Who knows..)