CHAPTER 2
After aborting the genocide route, Chara and Frisk went through the Pacifist route as fast as they could. Almost everything went as it had gone the first time they spared everyone…
Well, almost everything. Flowey was waiting for the child when she resetted. His fake smile stretched upon his face as he spotted her. He giggled somewhat angrily.
"Why? WHY, Chara?" He shook his head, twisting with confusion. Frisk lowered her head to see him act this way.
"We were on our way to a real victory...to make up for last time!" He laughed as his eyes turned pitch black. "Why'd you have to SCREW IT UP?" His last words were a shriek of anger. "Hahaha…" His laugh was bitter and he stared at the ground for a while before muttering quietly, voice broken, "Is this REVENGE?
"Making me watch you so pure and happy, while I...?"
Frisk didn't say anything. What was there for her to say? The flower looked so betrayed, and his petals drooped. Flowey...though he had no soul, still cared for Chara… She was the only one he cared about. And she was the only one not around anymore...
Flowey was silent before he perked up, smiling again. "No. NO!" He gave a delighted laugh. "I KNOW what you're doing. You just want to see what it's all like. Before we TEAR IT AWAY from them!AHAHA!"
Both Chara and Frisk stiffened in alarm.
"Ahahaha...Genius, Chara." the buttercup chuckled, his eyes sparkling devilishly. "Well, I'll let you mess around. I know you'll come back eventually. And when that time comes…"
His evil smirk faded from his face as he gazed softly at Frisk.
"Chara...I'll be waiting for you."
And with that, he disappeared into the earth.
…
But that was a long while ago… After Frisk and Chara broke the barrier, it came time for a new start. With their Determination under control, it was no longer possible for the world to reset and go back into a time of genocide. Everyone would be safe and sound.
...But not everyone was happy.
After the humans had offered the monsters a large abandoned village to live in, the first thing Sans did was confront Frisk about the past timeline.
She had been helping her mother with the packing when Sans had teleported behind her, making her yelp in surprise. His eye sockets were dark. "Hey kid," he murmured. "S'okay if i talk to you for a sec?" Without waiting for her response, he grabbed her arm and dragged her into another room.
Frisk's heart thumped in her chest, and Chara was muttering reassuring words to her. "You know this would happen," she reasoned. "Just tell him the truth."
But Sans only stared at her for a long time. Frisk squirmed under his gaze. "Um...Should I be saying something…?" she asked timidly.
"Yes." Sans growled. "Yes, i think you should be."
Frisk sighed, her short hair brushing against her face. "I suppose I should be telling you about the last...timeline."
Sans rolled his pinpricks, and her heart sank. He was not in a good mood at all. "Sans, I…" her fear and guilt brought tears to her eyes. She could not look at him, her eyes fixated to the ground. "God, Sans. I…"
Chara shifted in her mind. "You going to apologize? I don't think that'll work." Sad, strange emotions swirled inside of her. Chara desperately tried to get Frisk to respond with the fact that it wasn't her fault. Frisk ignored her, squeezing her brown eyes shut. "I...hate myself so much!" the last part burst out of her before she could stop herself. "I'm so sorry!" She cried hysterically, panting through her tears.
After a moment, Sans stepped toward her, handing her a tissue. She looked up at him, amazed. His expression was softer, but still rather cold. "That still doesn't tell me what happened." he muttered. When she didn't take the tissue, he cleaned her himself, as if she were a small child. This made her cry harder. "Geez, kid. When you went around killing everyone, you didn't have any emotions at all..you were so different."
Frisk shuddered. "I'm sorry," she repeated.
"Why are you sorry?" Chara hissed, irritated. "It's not your fault."
"I...wasn't in control." Frisk whispered, to the other child's relief. She bristled, however, when she told Sans, "Inside my mind..there's this girl…named Chara."
Sans stiffened but didn't say anything.
"She always helps me." the girl explained. "But...after I got a happy ending...there was something wrong with her. Something made me kill, and she s-started telling me that I should do more of it...and I couldn't stop...and so I started to…" she took another shuddering breath, and Sans twitched. "But when I tried to stop… I couldn't." She paused, remembering the feeling of not being able to move by herself. "I couldn't move…"
Chara was very quiet, and Frisk could almost feel how guilty she felt.
"So then you were forced into genocide." Sans muttered. Frisk nodded, shaking. She looked away and started to cry again.
"Aw, kid." he put her arms around her in a comforting hug. The girl cried into his chest. He muttered comforting things to her until her tears dried up. They held each other for a while until she heard Toriel calling her. She moved away from him, conforted, a small smile on her lips.
Sans gave her the most kind look in a long while. "Well, see ya, kid," and then he vanished.
There was silence.
…
"So."
"So I guess I am the bad guy, huh?" Chara's voice wasn't threatening, but rather sad. Frisk did not reply.
"Frisk, I had no idea you thought of me that way."
Frisk was quiet.
"Frisk, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"Then who's is it?" Chara asked.
Frisk did not respond once more.
"My point exactly."
A three years passed, and things were going well for the monsters. Alphys was working on a new body for Napstablook, much to Metatron's delight. Undyne had become a police officer. Toriel became a school teacher, and a quite popular one at that. Sans, Papyrus, and Asgore were unemployed, but still had a lot to do. Papyrus was still on his way to becoming a chef, and Undyne gave him lessons everyday after work. Asgore was working with the garden he had made in the backyard. Sans was…
…
No one knew what Sans was doing.
But besides that, there was something missing.
Frisk was turning fourteen in a month. She was eating pie in the kitchen as she was reading about human anatomy. It was very interesting, but moved a bit off topic as she wondered what kinds of puns she could make with this chapter…
"Frisk." Chara muttered. "I hate this so much."
"Huh?" Frisk turned her attention away from her book. "What did you meany?"
"I didn't use to mind sharing." Chara muttered. "But this is ridiculous. I want a body."
Frisk couldn't help but agree. There was a lack of privacy when it came to Chara. Both of them knew what each other were thinking...which sometimes made them uncomfortable. They would have disagreements constantly, Frisk wanting to chill with Sans or Papyrus, while Chara wanted to play fight with Undyne. Or maybe the times where Chara would always tell Frisk to eat chocolate, though she prefered pie. When a human approached Frisk and confronted her about the monsters in a threatening or rude manner, Frisk would never listen to Chara's brilliant lines of comebacks and so-called "burns".
So maybe...just maybe…
"Let's ask Alphys." Chara said.
Frisk returned her attention to her book. "Hmm. Okay. I'll wait till-"
"No no no no!" Chara begged, she waved her arms up and down in Frisk's mind. She was very bored, as anyone could tell. "Now! I swear!"
Frisk ignored her. Her concentration snapped as Chara started screaming internally.
"Fine." Frisk muttered. And so, abandoning her book, made her way into Alphys's lab.
Before she entered, she knew what Alphys was doing. She heard voices through the door.
"Uh...um...how's that Napstablook?" the scientist stammered nervously. It was funny that most everything Alphys did was amazing, though she was always worried on the miniscule things she might have done wrong. Thanks to Frisk, her confidence has better, but still needed to realize her amazing abilities.
"Ohhhhhhh." a soft quiet voice responded. "It's very nice. I like it. What do you think, Metta-"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH~~~~!" a loud, overly dramatic voice rang out. "It looks marvelous, Blooky~~~!"
Frisk giggled to herself as she rapped on the door quietly.
"OOOOOOOH~! I wonder who that could be…" Footsteps were heard before Metaton swung the door open with his legs. He gasped and posed in wonder, doing the splits in midair why putting a gloved hand to his lips..
"Make him stop." Chara muttered.
"No way." Frisk laughed.
"Frisk, darling~~~~~~~!" She was swept into a breath-taking hug. "Alphys, dear, Frisky's here!" He winked at her as he put her down and strutted back into the room. Frisk followed, and gasped.
"Hi, Frisk…" It was Napstablook's new body. It looked much like Metaton's body, but with shades of blue and white instead of hot pink and black. He held himself close together, and smiled shyly. It was very cute.
"Wow, Napstablook!" Frisk exclaimed. "You look amazing!"
"Thanks," the robot blushed. "And it's Napstabot now."
Metaton squealed excitedly. Together, they both danced out of the room, Mettaton doing a flawless waltz while Napstabot stumbled adorably after him.
"Thank god." Chara sighed. "Now we can get to business."
"Be nice." Frisk scolded.
Chara sighed again. "Sorry, Frisk." The poor child sounded bored and unhappy.
Alphys watched the robots happily before turning to Frisk. "Hey!" she exclaimed happily. "How have you been doing?"
Frisk smiled. "Good. Have you seen the latest episodes of 'Kissie Mew Mew 3' yet?"
Alphys rolled her eyes. "OMG. Yes. I watched it with Undyne last night, and it was awful! The new characters they introduced were terrible and so clique!" And Kami- chan got together with that jerk, UGH!"
Frisk smiled as she ranted on and on about the new episodes. Chara listened, actually distracted from their initial task at the moment. "I hate like Kissie Mew Mew 2…it's neither kissie nor cutie..." But eventually she realized why they were there, and returned to their initial problem. "Come on, Frisk! Hurry up!"
As Alphys paused to take a breath, Frisk interjected softly, "Please don't spoil it! I haven't watched it yet…"
The scientist put her hands to her mouth and apologised. "S-sorry…" she grinned sheepishly. After a moment's pause, she pushed her glasses to her face. "Hm...so, why are you here?"
The girl sighed and looked to the ground. "I was wondering…" she mumbled softy. "Are you busy?
Alphys looked bemused, but shook her head.
"...can you keep a secret?" Frisk whispered.
Alphys nodded slowly.
"...um…" Frisk shifted nervously. "Then...can you do me a favor?"
Alphys nodded her head vigorously, sweating slightly from all the tension. "Of course, Frisk. Anything!"
The brunette took a deep breath, and with Chara prompting her, explained and told the scientist her request.
After she finished, Alphys looked intrigued. "So this spirit is living inside you?" Her voice came in sharp gasps. "And you've never told anyone?"
"Well…" Frisk glanced at the door. "Sans knows."
"Hm…" Alphys nodded to herself. "I think I have an idea." Muttering, she scrambled to her desk, which was covered in books and pages. She took out a notepad and jotted down a few notes. "It'll be easy to separate her from you…" she tilted her head side to side in thought. "Huh...the body will be a bit difficult. We'll have to, uh…" Sweat dribbled down the side of her head. "Dig..up..the body…"
Frisk gave a nervous laugh. Chara however, was practically dancing. "Oh yes!" she cried joyously inside Frisk's mind. "When do we start?"
Frisk repeated Chara's question for the scientist, fearing the answer.
"As soon as possible. Maybe right now."
The ghostly child whooped with joy.
"Wake up, my child." A familiar voice sounded from the door along with quiet knocking. "Come down downstairs when you are ready." The sound of footsteps faded down the hall…
Frisk sat in bed and rubbed her eyes. She felt very groggy and was tired since Alphys had started the project of giving Chara a body. But for now, the spirit was still inside her. She woke up as well.
"Frisk, sis, don't wassa get up...five minutes...ugh…" Chara muttered unintelligibly as
Frisk slithered out of bed. She struggled into a small purple dress and put a buttercup in her hair. She finally trudged out the door and down the stairs, until she realized something.
It was...completely dark. Usually her mother or Papyrus would be making breakfast at the moment. Her sleepy brain struggled to think of a reason why this was happening. "Huh…?"
Chara seemed confused as well, but then chuckled. "Hey, Frisky. Isn't it your birth-"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRISK!" The lights flashed on, and Papyrus and Undyne charged at her out of nowhere. Fortunately, they were rather gentle with their embrace, so it was like being hit with a tractor, and not by an entire farm.
"Easy, children!" Toriel scolded, though she looked rather amused. She was holding a small gift, in which she placed in the corner of the living room with an array of other gifts.
Alphys nervously beamed behind Asgore, both giving her a smile and and wishing her a happy birthday. Sans was on the couch, apparently asleep. Papyrus marched over to him, annoyed.
"SANS!" he yelled. "WHY ARE YOU NAPPING DURING AN IMPORTANT CELEBRATION?! APOLOGISE TO FRISK AT ONCE!"
"Merry Christmas, kiddo." Sans muttered sleepily.
Even Chara laughed. Frisk fell onto the floor, laughing hysterically. At this, Sans woke up (almost) completely and grinned at her. "Looks like I tickled your funny bone, huh?"
Papyrus let out a large groan, and his reaction sent everyone hysterical- from Asgore's loud bellows to Alphys's quiet giggling.
"Fuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu~!" Undyne laughed. "I can't wait until you open the presents! You will like mine THE BEST!"
"SORRY, UNDYNE!" Papyrus 'nyeh-heh-heh'd happily. "MY PRESENT WILL DELIGHT FRISK THE HUMAN THE MOST!"
"On your mark, get set…" Sans fell asleep. Frisk giggled.
"Sans will be Sans," Chara noted.
Opening the presents was a blast. The three friends, along with her mother and father, watched her as she opened them. Alphys, however, "had to go to the bathroom". No one really paid attention.
Frisk opened Undyne's present first, who had given her a large spear with fancy swirly designs on it. Chara squealed as Frisk gave a forced smile. "Thanks, Undyne. It's…"
Visions arose of Undyne kneeling on the bridge, blood trickling down her front as Monster Kid scurried away, tears in his eyes.
Her body starting to shatter until she refused to let it happen, just she had only postponed her death…
Her magic, her body, it started to melt…
"Hey, punk? What's up?" Undyne waved a hand over her face. Chara was eerily quiet.
"...h-horrifying…It's a horrifying gift."
Undyne only grinned.
Sans was awake. He stood next to her, leaning toward her a bit. "... open my present?" he asked, but Papyrus spoke over him.
"MINE NEXT! NYEH-HEH-HEH!"
The wrapping was fancy and decorated with silver and gold paper. The present, however, turned out to be a large bone with a huge sparkly red bow on it.
"Thanks!" her mouth was twitching in amusement. "It's humorous!"
Sans doubled over, laughing hysterically. "Oh god, kid…" he chuckled.
"SANS! YOU HAVE INFECTED THE HUMAN WITH YOUR AWFUL PUNS!"
Her mom's present was wrapped with purple paper. Frisk opened it to find an array of different books. One was a cookbook with recipes for pies. Another was a science and a math textbook. Lastly, a book of flower puns, at which Sans stared at enviously. Frisk turned around, a smile on her face. "Thanks momma!" She hugged Toriel, was was very pleased.
"You're welcome, child…" She noticed the flower in her hair. "What's this?" She smiled at it and tucked it further into her daughter's hair. "Oh my." She pulled back to stare at Frisk. "I can't believe how much you've grown. She smiled fondly. "I remember when you fell down into the underground, four years ago…"
"Four years ago?" Sans was still lying on the floor, face down.
"Yes, Sans. Four years ago," she smiled. "Time does really does fly by, huh."
"Time flies when you're having fun." Sans sighed.
Frisk frowned. "Not really." she said. "The froggits taught me differently. Time's fun when you're having flies!"
Toriel, Sans and Frisk laughed uncontrollably.
The next present was Sans's, which was not even wrapped. She opened the plain box to find a blue sweater, not unlike the one Sans wore. Without hesitation she pulled it on, turned around, and imitated his smile.
The group laughed as Sans chuckled slightly. "You tryin' to be like me?
Frisk winked at him. "You sweater believe it."
The room echoed with Papyrus's screams.
The family settled down in the kitchen to cook after they finished with the presents. Toriel made her famous Butterscotch Cinnamon pie, while Sans went through all of the puns in the book. Along with the pie, Muffet had dropped off some delicious pastries from her bakery. Papyrus and Undyne offered to help Toriel cook, but the goat mom insisted (rather franticly) that she would be fine.
"So flower you doing, Sans?" Frisk asked, a huge smile on her face.
"Not good...the world is full of terrible people…" he closed his eyes in mock sadness. "They're all clover the place. It's driven' me daisy."
Papyrus screeched and ran out of the room, Undyne following him.
They both laughed and went back to the puns. Sans was absolutely in love with the plant pun book, so that he didn't notice her staring out the window…
She was so lucky. She was so lucky to be adopted into such a wonderful family. Their gifts, like the gardening book from Asgore and the Kissie Mew Mew collection from Alphys did not have to be given. And yet they were. And that is why she loved them.
"Hey, Frisk. You deserve it." Chara reminded her. "You've been through a lot."
"So have you," Frisk countered.
There was silence for a long time. The girl wondered if she had made the late princess upset. She sighed to herself and turned to Sans. "When I leaf you alone," she told him, as he looked up. "Iris-k making you feel unwanted." She got up, headed to the counter, and took a couple of hotdogs. San's grin covered his whole face as she put one on her head. "Thistle will cheer you up." The skeleton lept up to place more on her, when Toriel shook her head at them. She marched up to them, wearing a grumpy look.
"You need to save your appetite fir dinner."
…
Toriel burst out with laughter. Sans followed suit.
But Frisk did not. The uneasiness that she had not felt for so long prickled at the nape of her neck. She could feel Chara gasp inside of her. "Look out the window."
Frisk obeyed to see a little yellow flower, with a forlorn expression, petals drooping. Once it had seen her looking, however, he gave her a false smile, and batted his eyelashes mockingly. Frisk stopped abruptly before running out the door, much to Toriel and Sans's confusion.
"Kid?"
"My child?"
Chara was excited. "He's here. Asriel's here!" she panted. She shifted impatiently as Frisk rushed out into the flower filled backyard. It front of her was Flowey, giving her a bored expression.
The ghostly child was going berserk. "Asriel. Asriel. Asriel. Asriel..."
Flowey glared up at her. "I'm so bored." he spat. "I'm so bored! I'M SO BORED!" He gnashed his teeth together. "WHEN?!" he shot up into her face with his vines. "When are you going to reset?! C'mon Chara!"
Frisk found her voice, and she croaked, "I'm not Chara."
Flowey swallowed, but then scoffed to hide his discomfort. "I know that. Just the slip of my tongue."
"Asriel I-"
"Shut up, Chara!" he gasped and shook his head. Damn. Again.
"I'm not Chara." Frisk muttered, an edge to her voice.
"Well I'm not Asriel!" Flowey screeched, losing the little patience that he had. His vines reached for her and dragged her to the ground. She screamed. "You know what this means?" the flower leered at her, and Frisk trembled violently. "You know what it means for you not being Chara?" His smile grew larger, his eyes like a void.
"It means that I don't have to care when I kill you," Flowey gagged her with a sharp vine. The thorns bit into her soft lips. A sharp vine was poised in front of her throat. Her voice came out in panicked gasps.
"Flowey-! Please-!" her cries went unheard as the vines strangled her.
"Oh, and by the way," Flowey's voice was full of laughter. "Happy 14th birthday,
Frisk."
"FRISK, YOU IDIOT! FIGHT BACK! GET UP! SCREAM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" her friend's cry rang out loudly in her ears, but she still did nothing.
"How many times do I have to tell you that it's ."
Frisk's whole vision was only of the giggling, maniac flower. Tears of fear burned her eyes. Chara screeched at her to do something. Just before he could stab her, however, there was a flash of blue light, and Flowey yelped. A bone pierced his vines and he retreated into the dirt.
Chara let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god."
"Heya, Frisk. Flower you doin'?" Sans stood over her, eyes devoid of light. Frisk shivered slightly and stumbled to her feet. "T-thanks."
"My child!" There were footsteps and the girl was enveloped in her mother's arms. "What a miserable NASTY creature, tourturating such a innocent, sweet youth, oh…"
"I'm fine, mom." Frisk gave a small smile. "It was just… that flower…" Toriel's eyes darkened.
"We have to do something about that little pest," the goat mom muttered to herself. "I cannot let Frisk wander around with him on the loose."
"Hey, Tori." Sans put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I promised you I would protect her, didn't I? I rescued them just now, didn't I?" he grinned, and Frisk knew that there was a pun coming on. "Aren't you rootin for me?"
Toriel worried face turned into one of laughter. Frisk herself doubled onto the floor. Sans looked proud.
"That was awful!" Frisk laughed. "Maybe that was why Flowey was so quick as to growing away~"
…
...
Chara sat within Frisk's mind, eyes glowing red.
" Asriel."
Alphys was still missing. No one really noticed until her girlfriend, Undyne, made note of this. After looking through the house with no sign of the scientist, everyone started to worry. Sans and Frisk exchanged glances. Was it possible that Flowey had to do with Alphys's disappearance? What if he had harmed her? Frisk's heart tightened. What could have happened?
"When did you see her last?" Chara prompted. "I remember seeing her before you were opening the presents..."
Undyne was checking inside the trash cans. "HERE, GIRLFRIEND! HERE, GIRLFRIEND, GIRLFRIEND, GIRLFRIEND!" She whistled.
"Glad to know how highly she thinks of her," Chara giggled.
Frisk's phone buzzed, and pulled it out to find that she had two new messages from Alphys. She quickly clicked her texting app.
Alphys: Go into the basement. I'm ready to help Chara
Alphys: Don't tell anyone I'm here
The girl froze in shock. Now? On her birthday? Still, she sighed and responded to the scientist. Chara couldn't help quivering with anticipation.
Frisk: Alright. I'm coming.
Alphys: great see u
Chara sighed happily but then noticed her friend's discomfort. The child internally patted Frisk on the back comfortingly. "You ready for this?"
"Yeah," Frisk slipped her phone into her pocket and headed down the hall. She started down the dust- ridden stairs.
*Knowing that I will once again have a body of my own...
*It fills you with...
*DETERMINATION