Friskertale
AN: Hello all, sorry for my silence, I know it's been a while. Sadly my laptop still isn't fixed. So instead I've been typing up this instead. It's about my OC Frisker who I made about 2 years ago and have just never bothered to sit and write a complete story for.
I have to warn you, of a few things. First, this story isn't a very happy one it WILL end on a very sad cliff hanger, I am warning you the reader as I myself hate cliff hangers so this is going to be a rarity for me, most likely a one of a kind fic.
Second there will be song lyrics somewhere in this story. It will NOT be till one of the chapters towards the end though, don't worry I will credit in the disclaimer.
Third, this will be a short story, 10 chapters max. Because of this I realize things might seem incomplete and would encourage people to use Frisker and/or the timeline, however If any creator does so, please credit me somewhere in your work and then pm me here or send a link to my email miora215 at gmail dot com. I would much like to see what you've done.
Anyways, without further adieu,
Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale, just my OC and this story line
Darkness.
Familer, encroaching...Black as the HATE established in your SOUL since your first RESET (though you have since giving up using HATE to your advantage).
This was not that blackness though, not the negativity of HATE. More the comforting kind you feel when you are engrossed in the memory of Asriel and Chara's first meeting.
If you strain your ears you can make out the words now.
It sounds like it came from over here... -.⬧︎&︎...
Wait...what was that? After some thought you decide to disregard it, You aren't sure what it was, most likely some of your own thoughts that you don't pay attention to during these moments, it happens sometimes. You are, however, content to have this moment in Chara's memories to yourself. You are so tired.
Oh! You've fallen down, haven't you... Are you okay? . . .
You get a sense now that it isn't your thoughts interrupting the memories, someone is here with you and they're being quite rude. You hear a soft sigh
Here, get up... Chara, huh? That's a nice name. 👍︎..●︎. ︎
The voice is coming in clearer now, you think you might recognize it now but you just want to finish the memory.
My na- F❒︎i⬧︎k!
Well that was rude, but yes, you do know who it is. The one not even the River Person dared to speak of. W.D Gaster a.k.a "The Man who speaks in Hands". You've encountered him several times before. You know he watches everything that goes on and you suspect he's coming now to talk to you about the constant RESETS. You don't want to talk about that...demon. Just thinking of her makes you just as weary as all the RESETS have.
Your Determination is waning.
You feel his presence next to you and feel a skeletal mess of a hand come to rest on your forehead.
"Child, I have been watching you" his voice is gental and confirms what you already knew.
You can tell he is making an effort to speak the common language you can understand rather then in his species' natural font. Sans, before your second Genocide route explained saying that Wingdings, which Gaster was named after, was the natural language of the Skeletons. They were all capable of developing their own unique language, most developed their 'fonts' as they called them, around the common language that the rest of the monsters and the humans used but when speaking to each other in privacy they used Wingdings. Refocusing, you sense he was waiting for you to pay attention.
"Yes I have been watching and I sense your Determination fading...tell me, Chara has been forcing RESETs, yes?" he says gently.
You don't want to admit it but you nod your head a bit, confirming it. As if responding to her name you can feel the dark presence in the back of your head start to stir. His next words floor you however, distracting you.
"What if I were to offer you a way to be rid of that demon for good?" he asks.
You can scarcely believe it, as you nod your head a bit almost as if your body is moving on it's own, but...for the first time in a very...very long time you are filled with an emotion beyond the apathy you've been feeling for the last hundred RESETs.
*Youare filledwith......H O P E.
Your HOPE turns to half fear as you feel his goopy form fall on you. You never did well restrained. But then you realize he's not trying to restrain. You feel his magic and stronger Determination start to sink into the nearly empty vessel that is your soul.
She's being pushed out you can feel it and she's starting to feel it too. You can hear her start to cuss you both out. You feel terrified.
Despite being terrified you wonder what Gaster is doing. That's when your terror reaches new heights. It's not really harming you much though you do have the sensation of a needle injecting something into your chest. It's more that he is sharing his memories with you. What awful memories they are too.
A beautiful, heterochroma, yellow-blue-eyed, feminine skeleton kissing him good-bye, before following Asgore off to war leaving him to care for their sons... *You have a sense that he never sees her again.
Watching his sons grow up among the trouble with the Prince and Princess, *the sense of loneliness is overwhelming as is his HATE for the Human's who took his Beloved, the Prince, and even one of their own kind.
Letting his work overtake caring for them with Asgore being dragged down briefly by the same HATE that plagued him, *You feel his regrets crawling on your back
Sans vanishing with his younger brother to Snowdin, *The regret is worse then the loneliness
Throwing himself into his work like never before instead of looking for them, scorning Asgore for going back on his HATE... *mistakemistakemistake!
Sans returning, feeling a brief sense of relief before realizing how angry his son was with him... *failurefailurefailure!
*The accident, the observations that were slowly driving him insane for lack of ability to do anything, then the plan. Oh yes, the glorious plan that was so insane that it just HAD to work.
Among the flood of memories you can feel your own memories opening to Gaster, you hope he isn't too disgusted with you.
The whole time you can feel Chara trying to get back into your SOUL. Gaster you know won't let her though.
As the memories started coming faster, all the little details of Gaster's life, you feel darkness creep in on you. With a scream of furry and pain echoing through your head you feel something get wrenched painfully away from you.
*It caused so much pain that you feel your soul shatter, the darkness takes you.
AN: well that was fun, I already have the next chapter typed up too, It'll be up next week, but then I will be off to my parents house for Christmas for a full week.
Oh...happy...day, a whole week of disapproving stares and not so subtle hints that I should be doing better with my life...
Aaaaaaaaaaaanyways, next 2 chapters we get a point of view change, that'll be fun won't it?
Till then,
TTFN~
Ada
PS: oh yes, the Wingdings translations, almosty forgot that
1. -i.k (Frisk)
2. C..l. (child)
3. Frisk