A/N: Hello dear readers. This story is a sequel to a story I did awhile ago called "All That's Left." Please read that story before you read this one. Thanks. I hope you enjoy.
Xion, out
Sprinkle Their Dust Again
Frisk's apparition stands by as Chara controls his body. Flowey cowers before the demon that was once his best friend. Chara smiles widely, giggling hysterically. She holds the knife tightly in her hands, covered in dust and Sans' blood. Or is it ketchup? Frisk could never tell, and he never wanted to ask. Frisk's blue sweater adorning the body Chara has taken as her own is covered in dust and a splash of Sans' blood/ketchup. She swings the knife kneeling before Flowey.
He swallows, "H-hey! We're on the same side, r-right?"
"You don't have to say the same thing every single time, Asriel," Chara smirks, "You're really boring me. As someone who remembers all the Timelines, you should act a little more freely."
His eyes narrow, "So.. You're going to kill me again, aren't you? Even after I killed Dad.."
"You always kill Dad, trying to get on my good side. And you know what?" she slices some of his petals off and he screeches, "You never get on my good side. Even as you are, you're still weak!"
Frisk stands by and watches. He's not sure why he's still around, Chara destroyed my soul, didn't she? If she notices his presence, she doesn't acknowledge him. Chara stabs the flower until there's nothing left. Dust remains of the forgotten prince and Chara stands up. She stretches her arms over her head, laughing. A Reset button appears before her and she hits it. Frisk gasps, "Again?"
Frisk wakes up in the familiar cave outside the Ruins. His body moves, but it's not him who's in control. He sees through his eyes, but Chara's the one calling the shots. They leave the grave site and Flowey appears, as he always does. Chara smirks, "Gonna greet me, old pal?"
Flowey frowns and disappears into the ground. Flowey pops up out of the snow in front of Sans' sentry station outside Snowdin. Sans sighs, looking down at him with half open eye sockets, "Chara's just going to keep killing us, ain't she?"
Flowey groans, "Yes."
Sans shrugs, "Why are you here? To warn me? Not like it matters. She just kills me as soon as she leaves the Ruins now."
"We can't just let her keep doing this." Flowey states.
Sans scoffs, "You want to fight her this time, be my guest. I'm done playing her game."
"So you'll just lay down and die?" Flowey growls, "You're more worthless than I thought."
Sans stands, sticking his hands in his pockets as he heaves a heavy sigh, "Whelp.. I'm going home to spend what little time I have left with Papyrus.."
"Quitter," Flowey grumbles as Sans walks away. He frowns and disappears into the ground again. He comes back out in the Ruins and looks around. As he expected, Chara's coming down the hall. She stops and waves, using the hand holding the knife with a sick grin on her face. She's already covered head-to-toe in dust. Flowey glares at her, "I think you've murdered us enough times, don't you?"
She rolls her eyes, "Oh. not at all. With control of the Timeline, I'm going to keep murdering until I get bored of it."
"You've killed us a hundred and seventy-seven times already!" Flowey gasps, "Isn't that enough?!"
Chara groans, tilting her head. Her eyes shine red, "You're getting on my nerves again, Asriel. I think I'll just kill you right here."
She throws her knife at him and he gasps, disappearing into the ground as quick as he can. He comes out behind her, summoning his white bullets. He shoots them at her and she dodges them then turns to him, eyes narrow. He shakes lightly, "I think.. You've had enough fun.."
"You pathetic excuse for a monster," Chara growls, "You don't get to tell me when I've had enough!"
She holds her hand out and her eyes glow red as the knife flies back to her. The knife glows red as she holds it and she walks towards him, "I'm so sick of you."
Frisk shifts his weight nervously as she watches Chara and Flowey's exchange. Frisk would be happier if Chara had just simply destroyed the world, but she wanted to torture him some more. She did her genocide after Sans had returned Frisk's soul, and then she did it again, and again, and again, and again. It makes him sick to his stomach. He doesn't want to keep watching his friends die and he knows he can't stop her. She destroyed his soul, she stole his determination and made it her own.
Frisk closes his eyes, "I just want it to stop."
Flowey dodges Chara's attacks, and keeps shooting bullets at her. The little flower groans, in this pathetic form, there isn't much he can do. He knows he'll never be able to stop her this way, it's only a matter of time before Chara's knife strikes him down again. He doesn't need a soul to know he's tired of being killed by the demon now controlling the Timeline. A few of the bullets hit Chara and she growls, "That hurt. Now I really have to kill you."
Frisk opens his eyes, watching the fight continue. Chara is far too strong, she has too much love. Flowey doesn't stand a chance. Eventually, Flowey stops fighting, and disappears into the ground. Chara stabs the ground where he had been, "Come back, you coward!"
Frisk follows Chara as she continues to line the Ruins with dust and then she gets to Toriel's house. He watches Chara pretend to be innocent as Toriel shows her around the house. Chara sits in the room, kicking her legs back and forth, "How should I kill her this time?"
Chara decides to just head for the door and Toriel follows a moment later, "You shouldn't play down here, my child."
"I'm getting the fuck out of the Underground." Chara replies, turning to stab Toriel, knife in hand.
"No!" Frisk cries, throwing himself between Chara and Toriel. With a sliver of hope that he can save Toriel, the apparition he is reduced to gets between them. And for a moment, his form solidifies, taking Chara's hit. Frisk cries out in pain, falling to his hands and knees. He wraps an arm around his torso, where Chara's knife slashes across him. Blood pools out onto the floor and he coughs blood. He looks up at Chara and the look of pure shock on her face makes him smile.