After the mysterious death of the King. Papyrus is the new king of the Underground, but the monsters want their freedom, Papyrus can't bear to kill any human that falls down to the Underground world. Sans take it into his hands to kill any human that falls, he gathered all the six souls, he just needed one more, instead TWO humans fell down.
Both with Bright Red souls.
Sans needed one, but he didn't expect for one of them to have such a high level of LOVE.
Chara and Frisk are siblings, Chara as the older sibling by five years than Frisk, will do anything to protect her sister, after escaping from the orphanage, who wished to separated slightly Mentally ill Chara from poor Young Frisk, they escaped to the place where people whispered about where monsters roam.
Ebott.
Chara and Frisk are taken care by a monster that resembles a goat/cow, Toriel, but Frisk wants to leave, Chara agrees and when they wanted to leave, Toriel stops them.
Chara chooses LOVE
Frisk chooses love.
"Be a good girl and take care of Frisk for us ok?" Red eyes stared up at a blurry figure, while it held a bundle in its arms, small arms waved about from the bundle as the voice let's out a sigh "mommy and daddy have to go somewhere far away, but we will come back alright?"
The red eye child nodded, barely even six years old, yet it knew about how harsh the world is, how despicable humans are, what trash they are.
Because, it's parents were the trash, it waited for them, and waited.
But nobody came.
'Demon Child' that is what they called her, the girl who had light brown hair and pale skin with a light pink blink over her cheeks, looked towards the orphans that are silently judging her, the adults didn't care about her anyway, she was after all.
'Mentally Unstable' said the adults.
'Chara?' Small hands signed towards the red eye child, seeing the movement, the red eye child, Chara, looked towards the even smaller child who held her hands, Chara let out a sigh as she rubbed her eyes, not getting enough sleep due to the nightmares that plagued her since young, but it only started since the day their parents left them in the care of an orphanage, but she forgets what were they about the moment she wakes up.
"Yes Frisk?" It was tiring, but she had to put on a smile for her younger sister, her poor younger sister, who had been abused by their ex-foster parents causing her to become traumatised that she had decided to never talk and rather use the language of hands to communicate.
Frisk eyes were so small they almost seemed shut, their skin was a tanner tone compare to Chara's pale skin, even their hair was a warmer brown. Frisk was also very small for a ten year old, probably because of the lack of nutrients that she had not gained during her childhood days, she barely reached Chara's waist!
Chara was glad that Frisk eyes were born that way, or everyone will freak out when they see Frisk's eyes weren't hazel but almost as red as Chara's, not like anyone cared about them to noticed what colour their eyes were.
'Hungry' signed Frisk, causing Chara to raised an eye brow and looked towards the clock, it was almost lunch time, "alright, let's get some food to eat," smiled Chara, she gently squeezes Frisk's hand as they walked towards the group of orphans that gladly made way for them.
Chara and Frisk took the food that was spread equally to all the orphans and made sure everyone had just the right portion for them so that no fights will break out.
No one dared to sit near Chara or Frisk.
They feared Chara, she had stabbed one of the staff workers that had accidentally spilled soup on Frisk with a fork, not to mention her eyes were an unnatural colour of red, and she will not hesitate to hurt anyone, some still bear wounds of the pain she had inflicted on them when they thought that Chara and Frisk were easy targets.
Chara never let Frisk out of their sight, she had to protect her sweet innocent sister from those pathetic trash, she was fifteen this year, a few more years before she and her sister can leave this place, maybe they will live far away from any human contact, because Chara hates them all, all of them except Frisk.
Chara felt a tug on their sleeve and looked down at Frisk, who was pointing at Chara's fist, which was shaking in pure anger while holding on to the fork, Chara's red eyes blinked before turning to Frisk with a smile, "sorry Frisk," she whispered as she patted Frisk's head.
Frisk pouted a bit, she crossed her arms and turned away from Chara, causing her to chuckled "oh come on Frisk, don't give me that look," she grinned ear to ear, Frisk pouted more, "hehehe~" Chara's eyes spark with glee as she lifted Frisk off the chair and placed Frisk on her lap, "TICKLE ATTACK!" Yelled Chara.
Frisk burst out in a fit of loud giggles as she tried to push away Chara from her, Chara grinned evilly and tickled more, "forgive me yet?" She asked cheekily as Frisk struggled to sign out a 'Yes'.
Chara stopped when she heard a coughing sound behind her, she stopped, her arms instinctively moved to warp around Frisk who was calming down from so much laughter, Chara turned around to faced the boss of the Orphanage.
The boss was an old woman who looked like those discipline teachers that always carry a stick around with them and will whack any poor kids to walk pass them, her grey hair was tied in a bun behind her, she wore a black dress, that looked better for a funeral than here.
Chara didn't bothered remembering her name, knowing they will either switched orphanages again or get sent to another bad foster home.
Her wrinkled face stared down at Chara and Frisk, "get up," she commanded them, Chara opened her mouth to defy her but snapped it back shut when she remembered what this woman did when she last talk back to her, she had separated Chara from Frisk and starved Chara, Chara hated to be separated from Frisk the most.
Chara felt like in this world there's no pain worse then having Frisk missing from her side.
Chara stood up, Frisk in her arms, the woman frowned "put that thing down, I'm sure it can walked by itself," Chara bit back a yell, 'she's not a thing, she's Frisk, my sister' she wanted to yell, but she bit back the words, not wanting more trouble then whatever the reason is for the boss herself to visit them.
Frisk was placed down, Frisk signed to Chara 'what's happening?' Chara answered with a shrug of her shoulder, Chara's face was blank of emotion, Frisk was the same, one of the many little things both of them have in common, was to be blanked face when they needed to.
"Follow," the old woman simply said as she spun around and walked towards the hallway, the direction leading to her office, Chara held Frisk's hand as they walked together, Chara slowing her steps a bit for Frisk to catch up.
Chara wasn't surprise there were two guards in the entrance of the office, last time she had been here, the old hag, Chara smirked at the nickname, nearly got a pencil in her eye, as if sensing what her sister was thinking, Frisk tugged her sleeve, Chara looked at Frisk, who looked displeased again, with that pouting expression.
Chara winced at the smell of flowers and perfume that floated out of the office when the door was opened, Frisk sneezed for a few seconds in a row before burying her face in Chara's sleeve to block out the smell.
"Sit down," commanded the old woman, Chara grounded her teeth together inside her mouth as she and Frisk sat down on two children stools prepared for them, /killing this stupid old hag will be fun/, the evil side of her whispered, Frisk tugged on Chara's sleeve again, snapping her out of her thoughts as she realised the old woman was facing them now, sitting on her throne-office like chair.
"You two have been here for a few months already have you not?" She asked with a wrinkled eye brow raised as she looked through the papers filled with their profile, Chara nodded, "now, there's something I like to discuss with you two," the old woman placed down the papers and smiled a smile so fake that Chara wanted to grab the closest sharp object and stabbed her eye balls.
"There is a family willingly agreed to adopt Frisk," smiled the old woman, Frisk shot up at that, her eyes wide with shock, but the moment she breath in the horrible smell, she made a face and turned back to stuff her face in Chara's sleeve.
Chara blinked, she said Frisk... What about her.
"And you Chara," smiled the old woman, she smiled like the cat had finally caught the mouse, "are going to a special place where kids like you are suppose to be," dreads crawled into Chara's stomach when she realised what the old hag meant, "n-no I'm not leaving without Frisk," she stuttered out in shock as her arms unconsciously pulled Frisk closer to her.
"I'm sorry Chara," you don't sound sorry at all "but the family doesn't want a... Broken child," Chara's rage met it boiling point, as she stood up and grabbed the closest object to her, a large book, and hurled it towards the old woman, it missed and crashed into the window, the old woman looked shock and so did Frisk.
Chara grinned as she reached for the Pen Knife that was laying among a few pens in a cup, /Kill Kill Kill Kill/ the voice inside her head whispered, Chara's grin widen but stop when she felt something hard connected with the back of her head, she felt herself fall, the last image she saw before she blacked out was her sister struggling against someone's hold.
Chauara eyes narrowed at the person, promising to cut off that hand later, she is very determine to cut of that stupid hand. Before she fainted she heard a small voice at the back of her head.
You are filled with DETERMINATION.