AN-Me? Obsessed with Undertale? Nah, nope, no way. But just you know, a random idea that I hope you peps will enjoy. *glares at FF as I still struggle with formatting* Critics are always welcome as are reviews!
Disclaimer- Undertale belongs to Toby Fox
Prologue
You cried out as the pain rippled through your body. You struggled against the restraints, your soul floating gently above you as the machine descended into it. A second scream started in your head as the blade started to slice a layer off of the top of the red heart.
You scrambled to hold onto Chara as the other child's voice got quieter and quieter.
"Chara!" you screamed desperately as your one comfort in this horrid place was taken from you. Your eyes rolled up into the back of your head as the pain became too much, and you missed the white bones that reached out to grasp the tatters of a soul that had been pulled from your own.
You danced out of the way from the desperate monster's attacks. Without Chara in your head, you had no idea what it was called, but the skeleton wanted you to fight it. The thought of hurting the gentle looking creature made you sick, so you simply dodged, choosing Mercy at every opportunity.
"Subject F," came the harsh voice. "You are to fight back."
You knew what was to come, but you were determined not to let this place break you, and you shook your head in refusal.
"Save," came the angry command, and you braced yourself for pain as you complied. You had only refused once.
The familiar yet unfamiliar scream startled you, and your head snapped up to look at the observation deck. Your eyes grew wide at the the other child writhing on the ground, and you just knew who they were.
"Chara," you yelled, taking a step forward out of instinct.
The other child went limp, and their soul floated up, and shattered before you could get a good look at it. You felt sick, your stomach heaving more than when something like this happened to you.
"Subject F," the scientist said, and you snapped your eyes over to him. "You are to comply to my commands. Fight. Your. Opponent."
You were shaking, tears snaking down your face, as you shook your head.
"Load." You did so, and the screaming started again.
"Fight." But you refused.
You pressed yourself into the corner of your cell, the cool concrete feeling nice against your overheated skin. You picked at the sloppy stitches on your arm from where the scientist had peeled back your skin to study your muscles. You thought you should feel horrified but you just felt numb to it at this point.
There was a clatter as the door to your cell opened, and your heart sank at the idea of another test so soon. You pulled your knees to your chest as a silent rebellion, and glanced up through your bangs. The door didn't open very wide, and something was thrown in, landing with a thump as the door was shut one more. You crawled closer to it cautiously, and cried out when you saw the child there.
"Chara," you sobbed, reaching out for the unconscious human. "Chara."
"Subjects S and P were never this willful," the scientist muttered to himself as he strapped the struggling Chara to the table next to you.
Chara snarled at him, "We won't break as easily as they did."
You tried to prepare yourself for their scream, and were surprised when instead the skeleton reached for your arm. There was a snap, and you tried your best not to scream, whimpers escaping from your throat.
"You bastard!" Chara screamed, surging against their restraints. "They didn't do anything!"
The scientist reached out and broke your left pinkie finger. You did scream that time, but cut it off at the look on Chara's face. Tears made it past your eyes as you squeezed them shut to try and block out the pain.
"Stop it!" You locked onto Chara's voice to try and comfort yourself, to remind yourself that you weren't just a test subject.
Another snap as your ring finger was broken. "I said stop it!"
Your middle finger was the next to go.
Chara's voice broke into a whimper. "Please." Your hand was mostly numb so your index finger didn't hurt that bad as it was bent out of shape.
They sobbed, and the scientist said in his cool voice, "Subject F would be in better shape if you would cooperate, Subject C."
You cracked your eyes open to see the apologetic look they sent your way, and you gave them a small nod.
"My name is Chara," they snarled with all the determination they could muster. "And they are Frisk."
Your fingers weren't the only bones broken that day.
You were exhausted, stumbling behind the scientist for the third time that week. (At least you thought it was a week, time seemed to be slipping from your grasp.) He was pulling you for the tests more and more, choosing you over Chara as long as it didn't involve killing something. You were retreating farther and farther into yourself while Chara fought back harder and harder.
You stood at the end of the room the scientist lead you to, surprised when you saw Chara at the other end of it. He disappeared through the door, and left you two standing there as he made his way to the observation deck.
Your stomach churned in apprehension and confusion. He had never done anything like this before, and that worried you.
Chara gave you a weak smile before glaring at the scientist on the observation deck.
"Subject F engage Subject C," the scientist's voice rang out with a finality that it hadn't have before. Horror crossed Chara's face, and you were sure it was echoed on your own.
"No." Chara glanced at you in alarm. You rarely spoke out anymore, and they beamed at you in pride for doing it now. It warmed your numb body, and your own smile twitched back at them.
"Subject F," the cold voice sent shivers down your back. "Save."
The word echoed with the horror that always followed when you did so, but it was worse if you didn't. You reached your shaking hand out to your menu, the Reset button was blacked out as it always had been since you had fallen down here. You didn't know what it did.
You pressed the button, and your whole body began to shake. Whatever would happen next would be horrifying.
That strange black magic that he used crept from the walls, and wrapped around your arms, spreading out like webs. It tightened around you, and slowly to your horror, it contracted, bending your arms. It crept down your body, until it was moving without your control.
It made you race forward and lash out at Chara. Chara stumbled out of the way, anger and horror in their eyes. They ducked and weaved around the attacks, and you were thankful that you had never been good at fighting. Chara's brow furrowed with frustration as they tried to decide what to do.
"Subject C," the scientist almost growled, "Engage."
"No!" Chara shouted back at him, fists clenched in defiance.
Your body froze against your will, and you struggled against the control. Chara relaxed slightly, probably thinking the worst was over.
That hope was quickly dashed.
Your eyes widened as your arms slowly reached up and wrapped around your throat, tightening by fractions. Chara screamed in horror and anger at the scientist as you began to gasp and then stop breathing altogether.
"I won't hurt them!" Chara shouted. "Nothing you do can make me do it!"
You blinked sluggishly as you vision blurred, wishing you could tell them it would be alright. You knew that it was his fault, not theirs. But you didn't get the chance to tell them that as you finally lost consciousness.
"Load."
This was the worst thing he could do to you. The blank white room where you were left alone for days on end, when not even the scientist would enter. Suffocating silence as the walls pressed in on you, and the hours passed like years. Nothing happened. There was no one. Only you.
The first time he had done this you had only made it through without screaming because Chara had still been attached to your soul. The second time you were alone, and had screamed your throat raw as time passed and you remained alone.
This time, you curled into yourself, retreating to your head, and the imaginary time when you and Chara had been safe. (You were never safe.) Your eyes dulled, and you didn't even get up to get the periodical food drops. You felt numb, your mind trying not to snap from the isolation.
Whispering, you called for help.
But nobody came.
"What is your name?"
"...Frisk."
Pain, a scalpel slicing through muscles until they hit a nerve. You screamed.
"Load."
The pain vanished.
"What is your name?"
"... ...Frisk."
Pain.
"Load."
"What is your name?"
"... … ...Frisk"
Pain.
"Load."
"What is your name?"
"Fri- Subject-" You tried to numb yourself.
Pain.
"Load."
"What is your name?"
"...Subject F."
You stay determined. You don't remember why.
"Save."
Electrocution wasn't like they showed on TV.
"Load."
Drowning was worse.
"Load."
Arms torn off by a rampaging monster.
"Load."
He wanted to see what a human brain looked like.
"Load."
Punishment for Chara.
"Load."
He wanted to see if you could die by your own hand.
"Load."
He wanted to break you.
"Load."
He wanted to break Chara.
"Load."
You couldn't remember if death is a bad thing.
"Load."
You were just a test subject.
"Load."
A lab rat.
"Load."
Chara still believed in you.
"Load."
Acid was one of the few things that still hurts.
"Load."
You break.
But Chara doesn't.
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.
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Their hand was warm in yours as you ran.
