A glance of a light danced in the hallway. Pinpoint accuracy morphed with a sickening joy. What is it like to feel death every day for years? Ask Chara. Years wasted, but to them it was mere seconds lost. Resets kept them going. One day they finally did it, death to Sans. Dust whisked away by the wind and a slow march to finish the job. Soon, there was nothing left. Chara thought to themselves an idea... What if they did it again? So they reset and the world melted away.
The world came into focus... Words read. 'Name the fallen human' and the name "Chara" came to be, or at least came to return. Silence. Chara opened their eyes, blinked, and looked around. A voice was heard to their right, "Hah! It's that weird kid! What're ya going to do? Play with your scissors?" Chara remembered this, how did they get this far back? The bully then began to throw rocks.
They pelted them over and over, cuts and bruises came evident. Enough was enough. A smile flashed across Chara's mouth. The kid stepped back, confused. Chara pulled out their scissors and walked over to their tormentor. They leaned over to his ear and whispered,"wanna watch me play with my scissors?" The kid pulled back with dear in his face. He turned and slipped. Chara was atop him immediately. They pulled out their scissors. They slowly pulled the open. "Ya know, this could have gone differently?" Said Chara, and pulled his face closer to theirs. One edge of the scissors slid across his cheek, drawing blood. "Whoops!" They made the scissors cut deeply in his cheeks. "Heh, didn't know you had dimples." They pushed the scissors into his cheeks again, twisting them as they went. The boy was crying now. "How are ya feeling?" Chara asked him, blood pooled beneath them. The boy was unable to respond because of his pain. "Aww. Cmon, let's make this a game. Every time you don't respond I take one part off!" She smiled devilishly and asked a question, "What is your name?" The boy didn't respond and Chara separated his feet. They asked another question, "Have a family?" Again, no response. They then cut off hands, this continued until he was unrecognizable. Chara left him alive.
Chara didn't get a minute away when sirens went off. They bolted to the place; they bolted to Mount Ebott. The chase was on, Chara sprinted up the mountain, once at the top they knew there was only one way to get out of this. They jumped, but wrong. Their head hit rocks on the way down, their body somehow avoiding the police's bullets.
Hours passed. Lights dimmed. Doors closed. Chair reclined. Light on. Faces opened. "So rookie, what brings you down?" A voice full of smoke resounded towards Chara. An eye glowed blue in response to their arm twitching. "Watch it now missy..." Chara's eyes adjusted in the character talking. He was short and tubby, and his complexion was as pale as you could get. He was a skeleton. His voice rebounded, "Who are you?" Chara inhaled. "I-I don't know.." He squinted, "Do ya now? What do you want to be called?" Chara pondered this. "I think Frisk." Sans' face softens at this, or at least as much as it could, permanent smile and all. Frisk looked confused as confused as a puppy petting itself. Sans sighed, "One second, just sit there and think about this FEMUR I come back!" His voice conveyed a pleasant feeling towards Fris#%*+Chara as they clenched their fists. Sans then left the room, leaving... IT to it's devices.
AN:sorry about the hiatus. I don't have any excuses. I'm starting back up Little Asriel and maybe even Frisk, the Life of a Human. Please leave criticism! Should I continue both?