A soft beeping around her.

A variety of hushed voices somewhere that seemed so close yet so far. All of whoch seemed so familiar but at the same time so... Different.

One voice which stood out above all the rest. How could she forget?

The brown-haired girl who had captured her heart, who had managed so well to understand her, her best friend and partner in crime.

Her Chara.

She remembered the last words she ever heard her say, before she fell into that long sleep that she wished would've ended earlier so Chara would know she wasn't dead.

"Heh, let's see how they look like begging for death on the ground." That voice made her tense up, made her scared and sad for Chara. Whenever that voice was used, Chara meant business. And not in the peaceful way, no. She meant the killing way.

No matter how many times Frisk heard it, it would always be scary, Chara rasping in her deep voice, while Frisk would cower in fear and possibly cry, imagining her own lover as a demon...

It made her sick.

A few hours later, when the voices had long stopped, with amazing force and unwavering determination, she opened her eyes to the sight of a clean wall and her own figure wrapped in a swad of blankets. Not just any blankets, no.

Her blankets. The same ones she shared with Chara every night, whenever they slept.

Speak of the devil, said child was sleeping on a plastic foldable chair next to the bed Frisk was coddled on. Jeez, even after promising to kill every anti-monster allied human she saw, Chara could be a real sweetheart.

Frisk sat up, clearly straining themselves to get a better view of the place, before the strong scent of perfume wafted in.

Mettaton.

Ugh, no wonder. This was the same hospital Frisk knew by heart, which all the monsters used now that they had escaped the underground. This was the Dr. Alphys Hospital, a tribute made by Mettaton to Dr. Alphys for her hard work. This building had been contributed to by a lot of people and monsters while in its construction, with Asgore providing the plants, Toriel providing an infinite supply of food (magic!) for the nurses to feed the sick with, Papyrus contributing scarfs and sweaters of himself to the patients, while Sans provided sit-com shows for them to watch.

All in all, it was a surprise that went well with Alphys.

Smirking while diverting their attention back to Chara, Frisk analyzed her frame.

Chara was wearing her signature sweater, only several times bigger her size. This was the one Frisk gave to her on her birthday, as a joke to Chara that "You're growing older, yet smaller". She was also wearing a pair of basketball shorts and her well-known heart shaped locket, given to her by none other than Asriel himself.

Her hair was matted with a new dye of red, and her long bangs covered her eyes now, giving off a 'cute' look.

Frisk carefully shifted her hand over to Chara's left hand, which rested on the soft mattress that Frisk lay on, and gently rubbed circles on it.

"What the... "Chara's eyes shot open, revealing those red eyes that Frisk loved. "WHAT THE HELL? FRISK? IS THAT REALLY... " Frisk giggled at Chara's astounded reaction, with her eyes and mouth wide open, gaping like a fish at the fact that Frisk, her Frisk, was very much alive now.

"Is that really you?" Chara asked softly, fingers brushing over the younger girl's cheeks, before smothering Frisk's dry lips with a kiss, and finally hugging her in pure joy at finding that her lover was back to life.

"So, how've things been?"

-Meanwhile-

"WHAT ARE YOU ACCOMPLISHING? SURELY YOU CAN'T THINK THIS SOLVES ANYTHING!" A tall skeleton gasped out, hand pressing the hole in his armour.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just business, after all, am I right?" Aan chuckled, nudging his partner's shoulder, grinning maniacally, while in his hand brandished a handgun.

"MY BROTHER... HE'LL KILL YOU ALL. HE WON'T GIVE MERCY!" Papyrus yelled out, hoping that something, anything, would save him from these wretched humans.

"Well, pal, here's the deal: We have guns that could kill you in just one bullet, whereas you have to use up a fraction of your own life-force to even just summon a bone. So, what makes you think we're afraid?"

A shot rang through the air and Papyrus whined, weak body falling on the snow underneath him, too tired to eun or fight.

"WHY DO YOU DO THIS? WHY DO YOU KILL US?" He asked, a tear falling from his eye socket.

"Because, pal, you're monsters. You don't deserve to breathe the same air we breathe. You... " he grabbed Papyrus, flipping him around so he could spit in his face. "Don't deserve life."

And as the shoe came down on his head, Papyrus just accepted his fate, as he thought of his life, now flashing past his eyes.

I'm sorry Sans. I'm sorry everyone. I was too weak.

And dust filled the air as the man raised his foot once again, flicking the specks off the sole.

-In the void-

"Is it time, dad?"

The skeleton all but smiled, his face cracked in the center, as both his children nestled beside him.

"Patience, my children. Patience"

A cackle rang through the air, as he witnessed his younger die to a filthy mortal.

A/N: As he was your beginning, so shall he be your end...

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