So, this fanfic might be a bit late… since the game came out on September of the past year and I kind of just finished playing it. I'm not quite used to write stuff, I rather just keep the stuff I imagine for myself, in my head. Yes, I'm not very experienced. This is the second exception, 'cause the story and some of its aspects captivated my attention. I'm latin-american, Spanish talking dude. If I commit too many mistakes, please be indulgent, magnanimous readers.

Major spoilers about genocide ending and, well, the game.

Rated T, for now. It may escalate.

Male Frisk. Female Chara (Yes, the neutral "they"s fuck up my writing and I thought it might be interesting).

Hope this entertains you.

First… Pilot Chapter…?

The demon that comes when people call its name

Long past the no return point, a cold shiver climbed down his spine. Long past the thoughts that had started this career, consequences began to fade. Motives were now vague. The DETERMINATION that had driven events to this moment, seemed now a foreign force. This sole thought accented the growing fear inside the fallen human. Now that there was nothing left for him in the Underground, now that life had hid itself from the murderous hands, now that he had killed, everything that had crossed his path…

He was afraid. Because the dark figure that arises in front of him, is the vivid image of a hundred nightmares, the vivid image of himself.

The dim illumination of the cave before the ruins granted a clear spot between the child and the presence, right over the bed of golden flowers, where it had been resting since long ago now. For him, it was hard to distinguish factions clearly, weak reflections revealed a rather brownish hair that reached the figure's shoulders, longer than his dark hair, in slow motion thanks to the cave slight breeze. Wearing an almost alike attire that, alongside their hair, caused that similitude feeling, yet, the figure's height was slightly superior. Cold sweat ran down the genocide's forehead. The figure, immobile until now, slowly raised its face. Bright glowing red eyes met his with a vicious, still cold stare, scrutinizing everything he was. The red drilling his soul made his heartbeats feel dangerously paused, despise this, he managed to keep his nerve under control. He wasn't that merciless killer anymore, that part of him felt borrowed under the demon's gaze.

Immediately, the figure spoke. "Greetings" Its tone almost soothing, like after a long dream. The tone resembled his, they were both young, but now it was clear, it wasn't a male. "I am Chara. You must be the one who awakened me… Frisk" This almost made him lose his temple, this was too much. How could she know? He hold the grip of the knife hidden within his sleeve. This didn't go unnoticed, despise how well it was dissimulated.

An unadvisable grin formed into the shadows. "Your power brought me back from death. My human soul… Thank you" The words felt dangerous. "At first, I was so confused. Our plan had failed… And I found my- ...Let's say I didn't find myself" He didn't understand what she meant. "But thanks to your guidance, I realized the purpose of my reincarnation…" Frisk didn't know, but he had awakened something far worse than any punishment, although that wasn't the demon's goal.

"A-and.. what is it?" His voice trembled as his grip of the knife tightened.

"Power…" Her voice acquired a wicked sense. "With my help, you eradicated the enemy… You became me… And still, not me… I was not even aware… But now…" The atmosphere felt heavy for the human, he wasn't in control anymore.

"Now there's nothing left for us here anymore. You've taken everything you could for us and so…" The wicked grin grew wider. "…You'll let me erase this pointless world, so I... so we, can move forward onto the next…" The temperature lowered. "What do you say… partner?" Knowing he had acted.

"No" He couldn't move on carrying such a monster.

Putting aside everything that wasn't his instincts, Frisk entered in a defensive stand, his knife sharpness pointing to the girl.

"No…?" The kid's head tilted to a side in confusion. A short silence paused the tension. "You must have misunderstood…" Now deadly serious, she spoke. "The demon that comes when people say its name. Doesn't matter when, doesn't matter where…" Her gaze, frighteningly wide open, suddenly met his adversary's. "The feeling of taking a life. That's me" Frisk saw the window of opportunity and pounced as fast as he could, knife ready.

The demon reacted, wild thin pupils in the middle of blood pouring eyes met its enemy's brown gaze as the knife stabbed her between the ribs, severing her lung, she just stood there, giving herself up to retribution. The attacker soon realized his now disadvantageous position against someone who had lost her humanity and turned it into an abomination. He tried to back off immediately when she got hold of his arm, almost breaking his wrist with a smile on her bloody face, slamming him, front side against the solid rock wall. She let him fall then, after having almost killed him with a sole movement, trough hers and Frisk's pain she felt alive again.

Several ribs broken, puncturing his lungs, coughing blood. Begging from the deepest of his soul that those eyes were no longer there once he opened his eyes to the darkness of the cave. He felt the foreign blood over him before daring to look, he regretted so.

Surrounded by natural darkness, a shadow darker than the rest, had him pinned to the ground, larger than Chara as a child. Cetain grace in the figure's silhouette was appealing to the senses, even trough the shock. What felt like claws was starting to hurt badly, he didn't notice when Chara had turned into that.

The red eyes stared into his again and her mouth, opened in a menacing expression was notoriously red as well, revealing the silhouette of sharp teeth in contrast with the font.

The demon laughed, her voice different from child, vicious and a bit hoarse now. Frisk's blood had frozen at the sight and sound of the demon, and the extended damage his chest had suffered wasn't cooperating.

Frisk tried to reach out for the knife, Chara's grasp grew tighter and her expressions wilder. Frisk's arms irrigation was almost cut off by the demon's strength. It was too much. "That's it. I'm gonna die" He thought, when he felt the cold claws ripping part of his sleeve to shreds. Then he saw it, she retrieved her chain locket, the one he wore, holding it in front of him.

"Don't you get it?" Her voice resonated troughout the ruins. "I am the strong one here. You only borrowed my DETERMINATION when you felt like I did and slain all of those pathetic monsters" Frisk felt his sins crawling closer and closer. "You are pathetic" But they supposed nothing when compared side to side with her. How had he ran across something like this? He had it coming? After all he did with some borrowed determination… Bleeding out until death wasn't such a bad ending after all.

"You are not me. Not even close to me... And now you'll pass away" Her voice went quiet. "But don't worry" She bent over and whispered to his ear "I'll see you soon… Frisk" She sentenced with a grin. "You called for me" As the claws grasped the dying child's head. "You won't get rid of me that easy" The grasp tightened more and more. Fast thoughts crossed his mind. "She gave up her humanity on behalf of what…? What does she mean…? She'll just crush my skull… You saw that stare of hers... How stupid…are you?" Until everything went black.

"I'm sorry… I just wish things had gone differently"

End of Pilot… Chapter…?

And that's it. I'll think about continuing this even if no one really likes it ='_'=

Hope you enjoyed it.

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