SUMMARY~~

It's not all what they seem. A young girl holds a knife of her hand. Beside her is a guide, and her face is a demonic smile that never ceases to burn and burn. And deep within her herself, a red blood soul guides her. But the true master of the death is the one who taps the keys. There is no villain in the tale of the underground. Time would tell.

A Undertale fanfiction of my interpretation of the game, including but not limited to: Frisk and Chara's childhood, the skeleton family, Gaster, his plans, and what role the player has with the story. AUs eventually. Relationships eventually. Warning: implied rape, violence, swearing, major character death, genocide, female Chara and Frisk

Relationships: Sans x Frisk, Chara x Flowey/Asriel, (Undyne x Alphys, Toriel x Asgore)


CHAPTER 1

From the silence came the quiet clacking of black worn shoes against the tiles of the judgement hall. A small thirteen year old girl stalked through the corridor, her red eyes flashing. Her pink and blue sweater was covered in dust, and in her hand was the true knife. A golden heart necklace swung freely around her neck. On her face a stoic, emotionless expression on her face, and her eyes were dull, as if all light had been sucked away.

From the darkness a skeleton materialized, and she halted, waiting calmly. He spoke, but she could only hear the blood pounding in her ears. She was only slightly afraid, ready to die.

He turned to look wistfully out of the windows of the hall. He sighed wearily, shoulders slumping as if he knew that this would be the place where he would die. His smile was as big and false as ever. His eye flashed blue, and her body stiffened.

"Ready?"

Listen and hear a song the birds are singing

Sit down a while, and watch the flowers blooming.

A pleasant breeze blows by, leaving a trail of dust…

How could you have done this?

...

Her scarlet soul flashed cyan as he flung her small form against the ceiling. There was a large cracking sound from her body, but she did not scream. She dropped to the ground, somehow managing to dodge a flurry of bones that hurled themselves at her. Her body snapped back and forth, away from the white projectiles and careening herself from harm. A large skull like creature emerged from Sans's magic. It opened its mouth, and white energy flooded out of it. More appeared, and Frisk escaped them with ease. One would be amazed of how expertly she dodged the attacks, but Sans just scoffed. Obviously, this girl had seen them many times before.

Standing in the corridor

How thought we'd be like this together?

On a gorgeous day like this, I ask

"What is it that you want?"

...

Whatever could this child gain from all of this? Was it the lust for power? Was it for fun? Was it out of curiosity? What was she to gain from killing the light of his life: his brother and a countless number of others. The old lady behind the door of the ruins that would keep him company and tell jokes. Undyne, his brother's best friend and the warrior of the underground. Mettaton, the robotic celebrity who shattered into pieces in front of his heartbroken fans.

But on her face...emotion there was none. Fear there was none. She was almost just a hollow being with no empathy for anything or anyone.

On her face there was no emotion, no fear, no regret...no nothing! Not even the slightest spark of the sweetness and joy it once had just a timeline ago.

At least... this is what it seemed.

I believe there was a time.

When we could be pals and things were better.

Eating bad food

Enjoying laughs

Can we go back to that?

...

A faint memory of a small child with a little branch in her left hand bloomed in the skeleton's mind. Her smile was sweet and genuine, and her heart was determined and kind. The faded timeline of the loving girl who freed all monsters clung to him...he did not want to kill her. He didn't want to kill anyone. But the girl gave him no choice as she lunged at him with her knife.

Within the girl's mind, a small girl held herself in the darkness. Her red troubled eyes glanced from side to side. A small deranged smile played on her lips, as tears forced their way down her face. "Keep going Frisk," her smirk grew. "He cannot dodge forever."

Bones flew at Frisk, and she tried to stay put and let them slice through her body and kill her again. But her DETERMINATION did not let her, and she dashed out of the way, one scraping against her cheek. But she still didn't react. Not on the outside, anyway.

All the screaming and crying took place in her mind. Chara could not handle the boiling anger inside her as she lusted for control. She had taken away everything, put away all of her morals, her own compassion and everything that kept her from hating herself in order to obey the message from the soul: To leave them all for dead, to stay determined...to reach the end. Neither Chara nor Frisk wanted this. But they could not resist the calling of her soul, the cumulation of the being. Frisk was so far away from control…

But if neither of them had it, then who did…?

Who was the one who willed the reset of their happy ending? Who was the one who willed for peace? For death? Or the end?

Through the turmoil, Chara scrunched her eyes in thought. It was so particular how this sounded so familiar. Wasn't it Flowey who had stated something that DETERMINATION could relate to?

"I've read every book and I've burnt every book. I've won every game and I've lost every game.

"I've appeased everyone…. I've killed everyone."

It was not Chara nor Frisk who had caused the genocide, oh no. It was more than what met the eye.

The children were not the ones that wanted to leave their mother to die in the empty ruins alone, crying at the betrayal. They were not the ones who had neft Sans with a dusty red scarf in the middle of the cold, dry snow.

But Sans did not know this. In fact, no one did

Who's fault was it? Who had done this? Where was the twisted message from the DETERMINATION coming from…?

That was the true mystery of the world. Only time would tell, but it was slowly draining away. Soon the world would end, reset and even if the actions of the children changed, nothing would ever be the same.

If you're in there listening, kid.

Please just reset the timeline.

Please let's forget about this.

...

Sans ground his teeth together as the girl died again and again at his feet, only to come back and show how helpless they all were to their fate.

One of these resets, Chara would be fully corrupted and never be able to truly be herself again.

One of these resets, Frisk would not have any control and be a parasite to her own body; a ghost that couldn't control their body on their own.

One of these resets, Sans would die, and all of his attempts would be in vain.

...but, at least he would get to see his brother soon…

Papyrus's death had been painful for him. He had been holding out his arms for a welcoming hug. His smile only faltered when she had stabbed him, and his body disintegrated into dust.

Frisk could only cry as the LOVE infested Chara only laughed. "Forgettable."

*DETERMINATION

...

Even after what you did he believed it you.

Till the end.

...

"Dirty brother killer," he slammed the girl into one of the solid, golden pillars, and her skull cracked. She felt her sins crawling on her back, and she stared at him, her face emotionless. And yet, a lone tear slipped down her cheek.

Sans swallowed hard and inspected her face. He chuckled quietly.

"Welp, that's new."

Looking at your face right now

Something tells me

I can't afford to care anymore

Turn this path around, wipe your dirty hands clean

Give up!

...

The world reset, and Frisk emerged from the shadows. Sans raised his hand, and multiple gaster blasters appeared. Frisk simply raised her head to face death, energy crashing down onto her and making her vision go black.

Chara hissed angrily. "Too slow…" Black liquid started to fall from her eyes. She could not stop the LOVE from coursing from her veins. It was wasn't her fault, But it made it easier to laugh. It made it easier to kill...

She died again.

And again.

An n.

Please don't come back..

If you're my friend…

Please!

...

Frisk's body crumpled at his feet, and blood trickled out of her eyes. She looked up at him with wide eyes. Sans gave a large smirk, though his heart felt it was being smashed into smithereens. No one could fake that look; a face of absolute sadness and helplessness. Was Frisk really there? Even if she was, she was too far gone to ever make a difference.

"What? You waiting for a joke or something?"

Chara could not fight to cure herself of the corruption and the LOVE that it had given her, but to no avail. Black tears spilling down her face. She half laughed and half cried.

"Chara...it's going to be alright!" her adoptive father's deep voice echoed in her mind. "You are the future of humans and monsters. All you have to do is STAY DETERMINED."

Frisk reached out to grab the hem of the skeleton's jacket. His eye flared, and sweat dribbled down his forehead. But he stood still, exhausted.

"S-Sans…"

Listen and hear a song the birds are singing

Sit down a while, and watch the flowers blooming.

A pleasant breeze blows by, leaving a trail of dust…

How could you have done this?

...

She struggled to hold her knife but dropped it beside her. Her hand twitched as her body tried to pick it up.

No. No. No…

Chara fought against the corruption and against the darkness that tore her insides apart.

Sans kept silent and waited for death to swallow him up and take him far away from this hell.

"H-help me…" Frisk whimpered. "I...can't…" Her body shuddered violently, and Sans jerked himself away from her.

"Frisk…?"

Is there still a glimmer of hope?

Will you choose to do the right thing…?

Please, now, bud…

If you're there…

Have a change of heart.

...

She grabbed her knife and flung herself at Sans before he could react. He was so tired that he let her pin him to the ground. He gazed at her, his pinpricks lost in the darkness of his eye sockets. "Welp," he chuckled darkly.

Her body lifted the knife over her head. Sans closed his eyes, defeated.

Chara had given up once again.

No…

NO…?!

NO!

"Chara!" Frisk screeched at her. "Please!Help me!" She mentally fell to her knees. "You can't let him die! Please, not another…not another one...again..."

But Chara was lost in her own world...into a time long ago...


Holding Asriel's hand as her life trickled away, Asriel afraid of the plan. Concerned that failure was ever to be an outcome. Crying everytime Chara got more sick. Crying everytime she would remind him of the plan.

She could not understand…

"Asriel...you crybaby"

"Aren't you happy? Aren't you excited?"

"You're going to be free….!"

Asriel could only weep harder as he held onto her hand. "B-big kids don't cry, r-right..?

Chara envied him for being so innocent, so pure. So oblivious to the hatred that radiated between the humans and monsters.

As the humans sprinted toward Asriel's godlike form, Chara prepared to wipe them out of their miserable existences.

Asriel...refused.

Both of them died that day, because Asriel could not lift a hand to kill anyone.

It was only until he was a corrupted, soulless plant that he could kill. Enjoyed it, even.

But she was the reason that her brother died.

Why her father and mother's love shattered.

Why the kingdom fell into despair.

Why she…

She hated herself.

But then, she remembered the last timeline, where no corruption in Frisk's soul made her act out like this. The timeline where she had helped Frisk spare and befriend every monster. The timeline where she got to see her loving brother once again.

She wasn't blameless for all the suffering.

But.

She could do something about this.

She was Chara… and she was the fate of all humans and monsters.

All she had to do was STAY DETERMINED...


Her eyes snapped open to hear Frisk's pleas and she broke free.

I'm Chara...

Frisk' vision grew dark, her scarlet soul gleaming eerily. Chara's pale fingers reached forward to grasp it. Inside of Frisk's DETERMINATION, she could feel it: the anomaly. There was someone or something using her as a puppet. It was a corrupted version of once a curious and loving soul, but there was one thing that could destroy this connection between whatever what was controlling her. There was one thing that Frisk had not ever shown to anyone in this run, and this is what the soul needed. It was compassion and not LOVE, but love.

Chara attempted to purify the soul, but she could not. The LV that she possessed...she tried to think of how much she loved Asriel...but her emotions were blocked off and muffled by her high amount of LOVE.

Frisk's blade hovered over Sans's soul, and she struggled. It was the will to be merciful that made her not want to give up, though her soul urged to kill out of curiosity. To mame and think that she was above the consequences. And the emotion that swelled within Frisk as she refused...was intoxicating.

"This soul resonates with a strange feeling…" Chara mused. "But I cannot understand these feelings anymore. However, with the kindness in her heart she still has…"

"I love Sans." Frisk thought, and Chara smiled. "I love him because he's funny and protective...and he's family. I could never hurt him...I could never hurt anyone...but I did."

"But it wasn't your fault," Chara stated. "It was the will of the unkindness in your soul. But you can overcome it. All you have to do…"

Voices.

Voices of the dead monsters. But they were not angry. No...they were encouraging. The ghosts muttered encouraging words to the soul,

"My child...look inside yourself and prove to the world that you are as selfless as you were back then…"

"HUMAN! FRISK! I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE IT IN YOU TO BE AS GREAT AS ME, AND SO...YOU CAN TRY HARDER, I'M SURE. I BELIEVE IN YOU!"

"Human, you may have done a lot of terrible things, and if it was someone other than you I would be ripping your face into shreds...but you are strong. And with that strength, you can overcome anything…"

"T-technically i-it's impossible for you to ever d-disobey the culmination of your being...b-but I know that...somehow you can!"

"Human...for the future of human and monsterkind, you must stay DETERMINED."

Chara smiled eerily as the soul began to shake. The darkness that clung to it faded, and the anomaly was destroyed.

With the corruption gone, Frisk regained control; the knife slacked in Frisk's hand. In a flurry of tears, she stabbed herself in the stomach. She let out a little whine as she twisted the blade, tears dripping down her cheeks. The pain was unbearable, pulsing throughout her entire body. She stumbled off of Sans, whose eyes snapped open in shock.

"What-?"

Frisk lost her balance and fell to the floor. Blood was pooling onto the tiles of the judgement hall. Sans was staring down at her, teeth unhinged. Her eyes returned to its brown normal color and managed to give a weak giggle. "Oh Sans…" her smile went rubbery. "I really messed up this time, didn't I?" She closed her eyes from the pain, whimpering softly. She laughed halfheartedly as her life began to fade.

The skeleton inched forward, a look of disbelief on his face. "Frisk…?" he whispered. He reached out a hand to brush the hair out of her eyes. But by that time they were already far away, soft pink lips curled into a painful smile.

"F-Frisk?!"

Listen and hear a song the birds are singing

Sit down a while, and watch the flowers blooming.

What a nice day...