Hi there! This is EmmeAven's friend writing this. EmmeAven might write a chapter or two, but I created this. Hope you enjoy!
Frisk waited in the choking darkness, unsettled. The knife in their hands was covered with dust.
But whose is it? Asgore? Flowey? Frisk shut their eyes. Sans?
A voice jolted Frisk from their thoughts.
"Greetings."
Frisk turned around, raising their knife with trembling hands. A human child had appeared in front of them.
Wait... the green and yellow striped shirt... That smile... No way! T-That's a human child... right?
But Frisk couldn't stop the one word pushing itself to their mind. Asriel.
But... I killed him, right? When I killed Flowey... A single tear ran down their cheek.
"I am Chara," the human continued, diminishing Frisk's hopes.
"Thank you. Your power awakened me from death." A smile curved at Chara's lips.
"My 'human soul'. My 'determination'. They were not mine, but yours."
Frisk shivered, finding that they couldn't speak.
Maybe it's because of what I'd done... And yet despite everything... That soul... It refused to break, or go away.
"At first, I was so confused. Our plan had failed hadn't it? Why was I brought back to life?"
'Our' plan? Who's 'us'?
Chara paused, leaning closer. "You."
"With your guidance, I realized the purposed of our reincarnation."
Shivers ran down Frisk's back. Suddenly Sans' voice was in their head again.
"You'd be dead where you stand."
This must be the feeling of my sins crawling on my back...
"Power." Chara's gaze sparked. Frisk tightened their grip.
"Together, we eradicated the enemy and became strong. HP. ATK. DEF. GOLD. EXP. LV. Every time a number increases, that feeling..."
Chara's breath was on my cheek. "That's me. 'Chara'."
Chara leaned away. "Now."
"Now, we have reached the absolute. There is nothing left for us here."
Chara raised their head. "Let us erase this pointless world, and moved on to the next."
Frisk tensed, realizing what Chara was saying.
There'd be no more underground.
No more endings.
No more Toriel... or Undyne... Papyrus... Alphys... Mettaton... Asgore... Or even... Sans...
And no more Asriel...
Frisk soul appeared, floating over each option.
Erase..
Or not?
Frisk felt an unseen force dragging them to the 'Erase' option. The same force that forced them to do the True Reset.
No! Frisk felt a surge of power. I don't want to!
Chara stood, expressionless, watching. The surge of power in Frisk's soul kept growing.
Is this determination?
Then, Frisk spoke.
"No, Chara. I won't choose any option."
Chara looked disgruntled. "W-What? How...? Has the player lost control?"
Player? "You must choose one. It is part of the storyline!" Chara's voice rose, becoming shriller.
Frisk made their soul appear in their hand. They shut their eyes, knowing what was coming.
Another soul floated above the red one of Frisk. A white soul, shining brightly against the darkness.
"N-No..." Chara stared at the white soul. "Asriel? Can you hear me?" Their voice rose to a wail.
"ASRIEL!" WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!"
Frisk felt their control ebbing away. Their form flickered once, then turned into Asriel.
Frisk stood still, watching as Chara dropped their knife. "Asriel... It's really you..?"
"Yes." He replied. "But I can't stay here, Chara. This is Frisk's body. I gave them my SOUL, a long time ago..." Asriel's gaze turned wistful.
"But we have a plan." He said, his voice hardening with determination.
"We're doing a power save." Frisk and Asriel's voices combined in one.
"A power save? NO! YOU CAN'T!" Chara rushed forward, hugging Asriel tight. "It'll destroy you. And Frisk. Why can't you just reset...?" Their voice cracked.
"You know we can't reset..." Asriel was gone, replaced with Frisk. "Not without facing the consequences..."
"BUT YOU CAN'T!" Chara hugged Frisk tighter, as they turned back to Asriel. "P-please..." Chara fell, crumpled on their knees. "D-Don't leave me again..."
The look Asriel gave them was full of more words any of them could say. Frisk's heart twisted as they regained control.
"It's time."
Asriel's form flickered once, nodding.
Frisk took out their soul, dropping the knife. Asriel's form was beside them, a different being part of the same entity. Two souls glowed bright, bringing the first light to the darkness. One was red, one was white, yet they both glowed with the same amount of determination. Chara blinked tears from their eyes, their hate forgotten.
Then, there was a blinding light as both souls released their energy. Frisk felt a searing pain, then darkness... Quiet, peaceful darkness.
But they could still hear Chara's voice, in a place far, far away calling.
"Asriel! How could you?"