A/N: Well, I suppose that this has been a long time coming, ever since I ran into this little gem of a game that we've all come to love. So, I welcome you to the second fanfiction that I have decided to produce, and in the first time for over two years. I thank each and every one of you who read this now, and for taking time out of your day to read my fanfic, as well as to leave any form of constructive criticism in the reviews. Now, without further ado, let's hit it!

Warnings: There will be mature language, as well as instances of mature or graphic content, generally caused by the death of the main character.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the content shown here, except for the idea of the plot line of this story and only this story, as well as any Original Characters that will appear. Except for the previously stated, everything belongs to the owner(s) of the game/story that this a parody of. All rights are reserved.

Chapter 1: The beginning, and a new Friend

"Never let it be said that I am not a man of my word."

That's the best that I can say in my current situation, which not many people know of. I continue cursing myself for my own sense of morality, all the while hiking up this bloody mountain located solidly in the middle of nowhere.

I suppose I should get introductions out of the way, yeah? The name's Chris. Common name, I know, but it IS mine, you see. Me? I'm a pretty normal guy. Just shy of six feet tall, with my dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, I generally go about wearing jeans or a pair of black pants and a gray t-shirt. I'm the kind of guy that can blend into a crowd, but if you get to know me, you'd probably say that I'm able to really stand out. But that's not important at this juncture, as I'm currently alone in the Adirondack Mountains in New York state. Now, you might be asking "Why are you there?" Well, that's an easy one.

Except for a select few, fuck the human race.

Now, I know that's an extreme statement to make, as I am a human as well, yeah? Well, many of the people around me are complete asshats, generally being a bunch of douche bags, and overall are quite the unpleasant company to be in. However, my family is not, and it's for that reason alone that I don't condemn the human race all together.

Current events just make it that much worse.

Rather than get someone who can fix this oh-so-great country, we instead make it worse for ourselves and everyone around us.

So, I decided to escape it all.

Now, after making a vow to myself that I'd find a nice little community in one of the lesser traveled areas of the Adirondacks, which I found in a little place called Forestport, I then went along one of the roads leading deeper in. There, I found a nice little lake, simply referred to as "North Lake."

Simply put, it's a man-made reservoir that is roughly three miles long. It's a nice little place, away from it all. So now, I'm climbing a mountain that has a white face on the peak, just to see if it's habitable up there, and to make myself a new home.

Unfortunately, halfway up, a storm hit.

So there I was, hiking through the rain, just trying to find a little spot for shelter until this thing blows over. Fortunately, there was a cave just a little ways away from me. Unfortunately, when I do get into it, it's darker than all hell. And in my haste, I was too busy rushing into the cave to get my flashlight out and notice the gaping hole in front of me.

So, as you all can probably tell happened, I fell in.

Now, here I am, falling into the depths of this cave that most people more than likely don't know even exists, with no form of communication to the outside world, although that's the furthest thing from my mind at the moment, all things considered. They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes, giving you a final chance to regret or appreciate everything you've been through in life. This automatic response was halted as soon as I felt what felt like a barrier slowing my decent, just barely to the point in which I could walk away uninjured, although hurting and very, very sore. Then, I smacked into the ground, back first, knocking the air out of me. I decided to lay there for a while, just to relax for a while, and recover from my near-death experience. Little did I know, however, that something was happening about six feet directly below me...

Time. That is all that she knew, was time passing by. Thoughts were pointless here, as she was already dead. Her lack of a brain, having been decomposed, as well as most of her body, made it so that most forms of thought were sluggish at best, being powered by an inordinate amount of this certain thing, which powers the souls of all humans.

Determination.

Determination, or the will to continue on with living, is present in all forms of humans, although in varying amounts.

She had an amount that was above and beyond anything this world had ever seen before.

However, because of this, she has been in the same place for many years, coming and going in the blink of an eye, or was it an eternity? She couldn't tell.

So here she lay, buried by the very people who treated her more as a family than her own above ground. To think, that she had once wanted to kill anything and everything on the surface, and set those who treated her as though she was one of them free.

Now, she just wanted to feel again. To see, to hear, even to breathe. The things that mortals took for granted, she wanted to be able to feel the sensation of it all again.

So, when her soul felt the presence of another, one that could rival her own strength of determination, she felt drawn to it.

Closer and closer it got, bringing with it the warmth of someone who could grant her the passion of living again, the excitement of seeing the world again, the happiness of being accepted...

The ability to feel the world again.

So, when she felt the presence stop directly above her grave, and then dim slightly, as though passing out, she took her chance, and lunged for the warmth. Using her own determination, she grabbed a hold of the soul, and joined herself to it. With that, she began to be able to think, and so she did. She happily noted that the body had accepted her presence, as though it was looking for something like this all along. However, with her new host asleep, she decided to do the same thing, to recover more of her strength, and to bask in the feeling of doing so again.

And so she slept, for the first time in centuries.

I was in a dream, but not unlike any other that I had ever been in before. Or was it even a dream? I couldn't tell.

Here I am, laying in a field, with what seems to be my grandparent's old home nearby. Come to think of it... This is exactly like my grandparent's property, which I learned so well that I could navigate the entirety of it blindfolded while I was in my childhood years.

So what was I doing here?

Before I could finish contemplating that, I noticed what seemed to be a person, falling from the sky. They were too high up to make out characteristics, but they seemed to be falling straight towards the pond that my grandparents had near their home. So, I did what anyone with good intentions would do in this situation.

I ran, straight toward their impact point, hoping to be able to do something to save them.

As I reached the pond, I started rushing through the water, attempting to get to the middle of the water source, knowing that my grandparent's pond wasn't deep by any standards.

I was wrong.

Before I knew it, I was waist deep in water that shouldn't have been higher than my knees, and then I was treading water three feet later, with fifteen feet to still go.

This pond never went above my waist, even in the rainiest of conditions.

Yet I still went on, being determined to do what I could to save this person, who was now close enough to the ground to make out a bright green and yellow sweatshirt, and brown pants.

By the time I got underneath them, they were close enough to make out facial features, although I was more focused on saving them, barring the fact that I had no idea how I would do so, seeing as the impact from that height would be like slamming into concrete at terminal velocity.

Just before impact, however, a bright red glow, originating from their chest, erupted around them, and their decent slowed, to the point in which by the time they were to hit the water, they may as well have just been gently set into it.

Deciding to not look a gift horse in the mouth, I grab onto their arm, drag them to shore, and then, after making it to dry land, pick them up and start walking toward the house.

I take this opportunity to study their facial features, as well as admire how they look, as she could be described as cute, or even beautiful by some standards.

Her hair was a light brown, and also rather short, being cut off right at the neck. Her body had the appearance of roughly being twenty or so, matching my age rather well, with me also being twenty, going on twenty-one. She had a nice hourglass shape, and almost seemed to fit perfectly into my arms.

At that, I force my thoughts on her to stop, and a heavy blush rises to my face. "Damn it all, I just met her and I already see her as beautiful or cute? Jesus, these hormones of mine are just going crazy today, aren't they?" I mutter, before making it to the house and entering.

Sure enough, the inside of the house is exactly like my grandparents have it, down to the positioning of the television, my grandfather's recliner, which he would always sit in, and the placements of everything within the living room, kitchen, and everything else in the house. Before I could get too caught up in my nostalgia, however, I remembered the body I held in my arms, and, after fetching a load of towels to help dry her off, set her in the love seat that's in the middle of the living room, before going and sitting in the recliner, being lost to my nostalgia. I then began to muse for a while, easily passing what felt like hours away.

Before I knew it, I heard a low groaning sound coming from my new guest. Guessing that she was waking up, I look over toward her, seeing her shuffle about, before sitting up, and holding her head in her hands.

"Oh, my aching head..." she mutters, and I start at the thought that I found her voice to be rather nice, though I decide to not think on it, and instead welcome her.

"Well, you sure made an entrance into my life. How are you feeling?"

When I first fell asleep, I dreamed that I started falling. Before any logic could kick in, I felt absolute terror, when I started tumbling through the air toward what seemed to be certain doom. Before I could do anything to stop it, my mind shuts down, and everything goes black.

When I wake up, I feel extremely dizzy, as well as drained for some reason or another. It feels like I'm being... carried? By who, I wonder...? However, before I could really think on it, I hear a voice. "Damn it all, I just met her and I already see her as beautiful or cute? Jesus, these hormones of mine are just going crazy today, aren't they?" Everything starts to go out again, fading into the silence of unconsciousness, although I manage to think one more thing before that happens...

'He has a nice voice...'

After what felt like a few minutes, I wake up again, and attempt to open my eyes before snapping them closed, feeling a massive headache coming on due to the light that assaulted my eyes. I let out a low groan, while slowly sitting up from what seemed like an over sized chair. "Oh, my aching head..." I groan out, feeling like my head was about to split open at the seams. I hold my head in my hands, waiting for the aching to pass.

"Well, you sure made an entrance into my life. How are you feeling?"

I start at the voice that came from my left, before removing my hands from my head and looking at the individual with wide eyes. I see him blush, before quickly looking away, muttering to himself about his hormones, whatever those my be. Either way, I look straight at him, narrowing my eyes somewhat at his refusal to look me in the eyes, before answering.

"I'm just fine, thank you." I hear her say, and I was practically forced to look into her eyes again. I've always been a fan of oddly colored eyes, and hers easily took the cake with what could very well have been rubies or garnets that were made into the irises that I was staring at, entranced. Her narrowed eyes were glowering at me though, and I felt as though I had stared enough, coughing lightly into my hand, before giving her a large smile. "Howdy, the name's Chris, and welcome to... well, I would say my abode, but I figure it'd be better to address it as my grandparent's home." I say, giving a gesture to the house around us, though she keeps her eyes transfixed on me, looking at me warily, before nodding.

"My name's Chara." she says simply, although she seems confused. "I have no idea what's going on here, though." she continues quietly.

"Well, I'm gonna be honest here, I figure that this is a dream." I say, disappointed that my mind could conjure up an image like this, only to rip it away from me. "I mean, I haven't been here in at least a decade, and I distinctly remember passing out in to bottom of a hole on the side of a mountain." I see her eyes widen, before looking away, pressing her fingers together.

"I, uh... I'm pretty sure that's my fault..." she replies cautiously, before looking at me again. "I might have forced your consciousness into your mindscape when I entered your body..."

I just stare at her, somewhat confused by her words. "What do you mean?" I ask, hoping I didn't press any buttons I shouldn't have. I immediately regret that decision, as I see her eyes flood with tears. On instinct, I jump out of the recliner, rush over to her, and give her a hug, which she stiffens at, before very slowly relaxing into my hold. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up anything painful..." I say quietly, going with my instincts to comforting, that being to hold her close and rub small circles in her back.

"I was dead... I was dead for so long..." she cries into my shoulder, before pulling back and giving me a beaming, although tear-filled, smile. "But your soul gave me a second chance, a chance at fixing my mistakes and being able to experience living again after so long..."

"I..." I start, at a loss for words, before letting go, and trying to figure out what this all could mean. "How could I have given you a second chance? I don't have anywhere near the ability to bring back the dead..." I say, extremely confused.

"I..." she cuts herself off, before looking extremely nervous. "I used what was left of my soul and my determination to grab onto your soul and become a part of it..." she mutters, looking away. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't really ask for permission..." she says, still refusing to look me in the eye.

I felt my heart go out for her, before pulling her into another hug. "Hey, it's alright." I comfort her, getting her to look at me again, eyes wide with disbelief. "If I were in your situation, I might very well have done the same thing." I say, before shrugging. "I say it's all said and done. Now, how long have you been... uh, dead for?" I ask, struggling with the concept that I essentially have fallen for a spirit.

"I... don't know..." Chara mutters, "I sort of didn't have a brain anymore, so I couldn't really tell except for the fact that it was a very, very long time..."

I was about to reply, before I felt what could only be the sensation of waking up. I just sigh, noticing that my legs and arms have started becoming transparent. "I guess I'm waking up." I say, before looking at her extremely worried face. "Hey, I won't forget about this conversation, I'm sure of it." I say, attempting to reassure her. "Besides, we'll try to figure out how communicate while I'm awake, alright?" I finish, before fading out of my mind.

"Okay... and thank you..." I hear Chara say, before everything goes black.

When I open my eyes, I'm staring up at the hole that I fell through, seeing the sunlight filtering down from what seems like miles above. "Damn, how did I survive?" I mutter to myself, before standing up and looking ahead, deeper into the cave. I look up one last time, before chuckling lightly. "I guess this is the start of a new adventure, as most stories would like to call it, eh, Chara?" I say, before soldiering onward, and hearing a light giggle in the back of my mind.

A/N: And there's the first chapter! As good as I normally am at typing things up, this actually took me about 3 hours to complete, which by my standards is rather slow. That's neither here nor there, however, is it? I suppose that I'll just have to see what you all think about this story, eh? See you all next time!

-Sonix95