Sorry about the confusion. The copy/paste did something insane and I was just as confused as you were. If you saw it before I fixed it, sorry! It looked fine until I posted it...


In my final moments, I will think of you. Your eyes were so kind, a warm shade of chocolate that will never fail to bring me to my knees. Your smile was so patient, with just a hint of shyness, crookedly perfect and faintly amused, as if you were always thinking of a half-forgotten joke.

You were so unhesitatingly helpful. If someone needed the shirt off your back, you would have given it before they could even think to ask.

You had your head so high in the clouds, yet your tiny, bare feet always rested firmly on the stone beneath them.

You were always so quiet and reserved, and I would do anything to hear your laugh just one more time, before it was bitter and cruel, before Fate had her way with you again and again until you had forgotten what it was like to love.

You were right. It is kill or be killed out there. But if anyone deserved to be spared from the cruel reality of life, it was you, my darling dreamer. We loved you so much, sweetheart. We still do, all of us.

And maybe you were right, maybe you were a crybaby, but I would go to Hell and back for you, just as you did for all of them.

You had your chance to be selfish, and you would have been justified in doing it; you'd been hurt so badly for so long, far more than what anyone should have to suffer. You bore sins that were not your own so that everyone else could go back to the everyday. You were so brave, honey.

You cared too much for everyone else, and in the end, your altruism took your life for itself, and you were left an empty shell in the corner of my room, this room that should have been yours, with nothing left but your pain, without so much as a pleasant memory to escape to, because Fate stole them all away while you weren't looking. But we have not forgotten who you are, I have not forgotten who you are, even though you have.

But no matter what, my precious dreamer, try and try again to get them back, to get yourself back, and if nothing else, remember this:

You will always be loved.


Well, that was it. I hope you enjoyed.

I work off of the assumption that there are multiple timelines that Frisk is aware of, and (more importantly in this case) that Frisk and Chara are two versions of the same soul (Google theories on Chara being reincarnated into Frisk).

It goes without saying that I appreciate constructive criticism, but I'll say it anyway, especially considering how overly-sensitive people seem to have become.

Flaming is rude, but whatever. If you feel the need, go ahead; just remember that no one listens to someone who words their criticism like a buttwad.