Seasonings greetings fellow Hyoo-man followers, readers, and writers!
It seems as though I have arrived of the later than I said I would up of the date... My sincerest apol of the gees. Interstellar collecular class finals kept me of the busier than I previously anticipated plus my Hyoo-man job in the visual entertainment industry intersecting with prior classes does of the not help.
Any of the who, since there are quite of the few days of the Holi, I will list each off so I shall of the not miss any.
Eat a Red Apple Day, World Aids Awareness Day, National Fritters Day, National Roof over Your Head Day, Santas' List Day, Wear Brown Shoes Day, Bathtub Party Day, Repeal Day, St. Nicholas Day, Mitten Tree Day, Put on your own Shoes Day, International Civil Aviation Day, Letter Writing Day, National Cotton Candy Day, Pearl Harbor Day, National Brownie Day, Take it in the Ear Day, Christmas Card Day, National Pastry Day, Human Rights Day, International Children's Day, National Noodle Ring Day, National Ding-a-Ling Day, Poinsettia Day, Ice Cream Day, Violin Day, International Monkey Day, National Bouillabaisse Day, Roast Chestnuts Day, Bill of Rights Day, National Lemon Cupcake Day, National Chocolate Covered Anything Day, National Maple Syrup Day, Bake Cookies Day, National Roast Suckling Pig Day, Look for an Evergreen Day, Oatmeal Muffin Day, Go Caroling Day, Crossword Puzzle Day, Forefather's Day, Humbug Day, Look on the Bright Side Day, National Flashlight Day, Winter Solstice, National Date Nut Bread Day, Festivus, Roots Day, Channukah, National Chocolate Day, National Egg Nog Day, Christmas Day, National Pumpkin Pie Day, Boxing Day, Make Cut Out Snowflakes Day, National Fruitcake Day, Card Playing Day, Pepper Pot Day, Bacon Day, National Bicarbonate of Soda Day, Make Up Your Mind Day, New Year's Eve, and Unlucky Day
I believe I have covered the all of what my research has given me
See you at the bot of the tom Hyoo-man!
Frisk returned to the room about a half hour later with a bag of new clothes and an extra room key for their surprise guest. When she walked in, she looked around for Chara. Her worry spiked at the absence. She looked over to Sans, spurring her hands into action. 'Where's Chara? Is she alright? No one started anything while I was gone, right?' "she's fine love. she's just hiding herself in the bathroom, probably trying to gather her thoughts." Frisk stood motionless processing his words. A tiny gasp left her throat as her soul suddenly turned blue. Sans yanked Frisk from across the room onto his lap with his magic. "i'm feeling a bit 'frisky' love. wanna have some fun?" Frisk giggled as he pinned her down onto the bed. She certainly hadn't married Sans for just his jokes.
Chara lifted her head and rubbed her eyes. She felt exhausted since coming back to existence as she struggled to adjust herself to having a corporeal form. Everything felt amplified, the sights, sounds…feelings. They all felt like they had been tripled. She was confused and scared as her head ached with each passing thought. Chara got up from the corner and quietly opened the bathroom door. She peeked from behind it and looked around. The lights in the room were off and the deep breathing indicated that the only other two occupants were sleeping. She wasn't tired and couldn't sleep. In fact, she didn't even want to sleep. When she had awakened from Frisk's determination, Chara felt like she had slept for too long. Chara's hand subconsciously went to where her heart locket should have been. Her heart stopped as she felt around for it. Anxiety began to take over when she couldn't find it on her person.
'No. No, no, nonono. No. NONONO! It should be here! I always make Frisk wear it!' She halted mid-search and slowly gazed towards the bed. She grinned and began moving to the two. Her smile was harsh and sharp, and it always hurt smiling this way but that wasn't on her mind. Chara stared long and hard at the lump with a mop of brown sticking out of the sheets. She carefully removed some of the sheets and leaned close to her. A soft yet menacing whisper escaped from her lips. "Return what is not yours to keep. That locket…it belongs to me." Frisk's eyes shot open. A black grinning silhouette loomed over her with glowing red eyes. Frisk couldn't speak, her naturally quiet voice was crippled by fear. The dark figure growled and reached for the locket. Frisk reacted this time bolting up and turning on the lights. The figure screeched when the lights came on. She was shocked to see that it was Chara. She had dropped to the floor and was howling in pain. "TURN IT OFF! IT HURTS!" Frisk frantically fumbled around for the light switch and flipped it back off. Chara was hunched over, hands still clutching her face as though it had been burned. "Please, I…I just want my locket back." Frisk unclasped the chain and held it close one last time before returning it to Chara. Chara gripped it to her chest as though it was a lifeline. "Thank you."
Chara's voice was a hoarse whisper as she slowly got up and went to the balcony. Chara closed the door behind her when froze when a familiar reached her ears. "Golly gee! It seems as though the two lovebirds have decided to drop what they're doing and grace me with their pre-". The potted plant froze and wilted in fear.
"You," Chara formed a knife with magic and grinned maniacally. "Why are you here?" Flowey further shrunk away. Chara caught sight of him glancing around for an escape. "ANSWER ME!" Flowey sunk into the pot, trembling in fear. "I-I'm supposed t-to be a s-surprise for F-Frisk. She d-didn't want t-to leave m-me there, b-but s-she's afraid t-to go back. She didn't w-want to take the ch-chance of a re-reset. S-so the s-smiley trash bag came to the Underground and got me" Flowey was frozen in the spot when Chara was face to face with him.
Flowey shrunk away and looked ready to bolt. Chara caught sight of him glancing around for an escape. "ANSWER ME WEED!" Flowey sunk into the pot, trembling in fear. "I-I'm supposed t-to be a s-surprise for F-Frisk. She d-didn't want t-to leave m-me in th-the Underground, b-but s-she's afraid t-to go back. She didn't w-want to take the ch-chance of a re-reset. S-so the s-smiley trash bag c-came and got me" Flowey was frozen in the spot when Chara was face to face with him. "I should kill you right now you little traitor." His breath hitched at the bite of cold steel against his stem. "Six souls, that's all we needed to get, you little traitor." Chara lowered her bangs hiding her eyes. "You didn't even try to stop the humans from killing us after we placed my body on the golden flowers. You wouldn't even defend ourselves. You got us killed by your stupidity." She grabbed his stem pulling his face so they were almost touching noses. Flowey's face contorted with terror when he saw her eyes again.
"C-C-Chara?" His fear wasn't lost on Chara as her crimson eyes were filled with rage and hate. "Our body crumpled into dust as did your soul, but I remained. I felt it when my body was laid to rest in a coffin; then I felt it get moved to the patch flowers that had broken my fall. It was like my body was sleeping but my conscious was not. I was frozen in place no matter what I did, left to rot in the cold and dark soil. I screamed to you…to mum...to dad…anyone, to come and help me. . So I thought 'maybe if I close my eyes I'll wake up from this god-awful nightmare.' Let tell you something 'Azzy', my eyes were closed for a long time. Whenever I did open them I was in a void. It was so dark, so lonely…so empty… like me. And the silence…the silence was deafening, I couldn't even hear my thoughts. The isolation made you aware of how insignificant you are. But the worst part was how crushing the darkness became when I thought of my sins." Flowey was hyperventilating. Chara hadn't blinked or even changed her expression. "Then I felt your presence from that abyss. I screamed and yelled out to you but you didn't hear a single word. It was like I never even existed. But we both know that isn't true is it? I was dead, my spirit imprisoned in nothingness, and I hate you for it."
"C-Chara…I-"
"Ǹ̸͎̲ͅO̵̢̳͎̲̱̾͂̂̈́͆ͅ!̶̖̣͗͗̚̚ ̵͓̩͝Ş̷̜̥̠͈͔̄͊̄͂͒͠h̸̨̰̽̀̊̾̕ů̸̧̧̼͉̟̀t̸̮̽̀͑̏͝ ̴̡͙͆Ū̶̬̦̏͗͋͂P̵̟̟̀̐!̸̡̱̟̫̲̏͐̓͆!̴̛̟͓͂̀͂́͠ ̷͍̂́̚͘Í̵̗͍̙̦̐̀͝ͅ ̷̗͎͆ā̴̖̰̳̀͘ṃ̸͙̆͛͋͒͊ͅ ̴̳̪̖̩̥̓̀̃̂͝s̶̙̙͚̟̝͓̒p̵̺̲̟̻͆e̴̢̱̩̔̆̐̕͠͠ă̸̡̟̖̪̮̖k̷̪̻͋̈i̸̯̣̻̪͑̽͜n̷̨͎̞͕͖̫̾̽͋̚ģ̸͎̹͇͖̠̏ ̶̧̖͌͋̀̈́̔̈́r̶͓͈̀̎͝i̴̙̜̜̭̯̗͆̽͝͝g̴̙̬̑̽́̄̑͝h̶̝͓͙̮̉̅͊͝t̶͖͕̞̍͆́̽̈̈́ ̶̫̩͍͚͖̰͗̿̾̊̂͂Ṅ̷̠̟̗̙̜O̸͕̮͚̿͋̎̈́͐W̶̨͇͎̳̾̌̽̕!̶̬͔̹̆̈́̀̂͒̌!̴̭͛!̶͕̺͓͎̊͂̈́"
"I came out here to be alone so I could process everything! Instead I'm greeted by you, the worthless and pathetic vessel that once used to be Asriel! So fuck off, you worthless weed. It would have been better if you were left in the Underground to rot by your lonesome little self."
Chara's words struck something within Flowey. It felt like he had been stabbed with a knife. As though…he had a soul…and it shattered. "O-oh…" Flowey's petals drooped as his head hung. "Aaaw, what's the matter," Chara mocked. "Did I hurt your 'feelings' you little chloro-'filled' freak?" His head snapped back up as he returned her creepy face, "Golly! Are you worried about li'l ol' me? How thoughtful!" Chara stepped back, wary from his instant change in mood. Flowey tapped his chin with his leaf as though he was thinking. "Y'know what else would be thoughtful? If I just took your soul for myself!"
Chara shrieked in pain as her soul was drawn out for the encounter. She dropped to ground trying to catch her breath from the agonizing torment she had felt. "Wh-what the hell is wrong with your soul?" He quickly reeled away from it in horror. "Is…is that even your soul?! Hee Hee Hee! Gee, it looks like it hurts so much! I bet it would fall apart if I barely even touch it. Look at the poor little half that's all cracked and broken, wowie! And the other part…well, could I even call it that? There isn't even anything filling it in. Tell me Chara, how did you get your soul back?" Chara grit her teeth as he spoke. "Funny…it seems like I'm not the only freak here, huh? So tell me, 'best friend', how did you manage to…well I guess you could say restore, your soul?"
Chara's face split with an unhinged grin as she loudly spoke, "It's not mine~! Not anymore~!" "Now I'm stuck sharing it~! Sharing it with the pacifist~!" she yelled, and the dam burst. "She broke it, Frisk split her SOUL just for me~, now it's broken, broken forever~! Heeheeheeheeheehee!" Chara erupted into a fit of mad giggles. And it's all..." She dug her nails into her scalp and dragged them down hard. The pain wasn't enough. She felt like she deserved so much more pain than that. "It's all because of me~! It's all...Heeheehee-ahaha... Ah-haHa! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Soon the giggling grew into hysterical laughter. It bubbled from her throat like vomit. It was a horrible sound as it grated against her own ears, but…she couldn't stop laughing. She pounded a fist into the balcony over and over, tears streaming down her face. Her face was still contorted with the shape of a psychotic smile.
"Wh-What the hell is y-your problem Chara? What i-is wrong with you?" Flowey demands.
She laughed even harder at his fear. Her sides felt like they were going to split. If only she could break out of this body and go somewhere where she could never deal with anybody ever again. "Do you want to kill me?! Ahahaha! You should, but it won't help you any! It's already too late~! If you kill me you kill her~! Perhaps if you do, then this wretched world will be ERASED!"
She couldn't see Flowey's expression, but she certainly felt her sins crushing her back. "Frisk trusts you to be good. She cares about you," he states coldly. His words and the restrained anger she contained slid between her ribs. He really cares about Frisk? Why wouldn't he? After all, he did say that Frisk was the type of friend he wished he'd always had and that she wasn't really the greatest person. The knowledge makes them nearly gag on their pained laughter.
"Good? Good!? Ahahahaha! Since when has anything about this ever been good?! You already know what a rotten, worthless thing I am! You said so yourself, Flowey!"
He pauses, looking away to avoid the sight of Chara. He looked to no one particular and asked, "Why?" He asked again, barely audible this time. "Why would she save you? What could have possibly possessed her?"
Chara had asked herself the same question. Screamed it, really. She had first wanted to leave by any means, but Frisk had always refused to release her. When she was free of Frisk's soul and began to leave and collapsed. Frisk pulled out her own soul. Followed by a body-wracking convulsion, Chara had been restored yet again.
Had it been a mistake? Perhaps, the second time however, had been on purpose. It's rather strange, isn't it?
This selfless response had struck Chara like oncoming traffic. 'WHY!?' She had screamed in her head. 'Why would Frisk do that?! What reason could Frisk possibly have?!' Chara gasped for air as she yelled, repeating the answer. "AHAHAHA! Why? HAHAHAHA...HAHa, Haha- It was an accident! There was no reason to! What reason did there need to be?!"
She punched the wood harder, but it was no good, she couldn't hurt herself enough in this state. She slammed her body against the wall, but the impact was small and pathetic, just like how she was feeling. Chara scratched at the sides of her face, as if she could claw out the dirty, rotten soul inside the cage of flesh and be rid of it.
"Stop it!" Flowey shouted, and his voice was very close, but he refused to even touch her. Chara could hear the fear in his voice. "I-is this some k-kind of joke? S-s-stop making that creepy face! Th-this isn't funny! Yo-you've got a SICK s-sense of humor!"
She giggled, raking her nails down one last time. "A joke? Ah-ha, Ahahaha... Yes! A joke! It's all just a really bad joke, isn't it!?" She sunk onto her haunches letting her arms drop to her sides. "Sans likes bad jokes, right? I think he would love this one! Right Flowey?" She gurgled.
Her grin was hurting her face. It's hurt for a while now. 'Good.' She tilted her face over to finally show the rest of it to him, and was rewarded with his stare of horror. "See? Isn't it hilarious? You just simply have to laugh! The filthy demon can no longer possess the vessel that offered up itself. Now it's just as trapped as you; trapped inside a hollow body of decaying flesh all of its own! Ahahahaha! Now we both are stuck broken like this together, Flowey! Forever!"
It had nothing at all to do with being alive, it was more so of her fear of abandonment. But at that moment, Chara just wanted someone else to suffer as much as her. And based on the face he made and how quick his breath was as he quivered; it looked like she succeeded. Chara wheezed, then slowly sinks back down onto the wood as her laughter cracked and waned. Flowey's concern grew with her hysterics. "Chara…"
"Everything we had ever done, everything is now pointless," she gasped, hanging her head. Her hair veiled her face as she dug her nails into the wood. "It's all so pointless…so why not destroy it all? Why not annihilate this entire sad, empty world?! This horrible, meaningless world..." Chara's breath hitched. "...that..." Her laughter breaks apart. "...that Frisk is still trying to save." Was that all she was good at? Was she only good at ruining everything?
"Frisk..." she squeaked, squeezing her eyes shut. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shut them hard enough to keep tears from leaking out. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry…I'm so so sorry," Chara sobbed. "Why did you save me? Why didn't you listen to me before?" She no longer could tell if she was laughing or crying anymore. "Why do I always have to soil everything I touch, everything I love?!"
When she breathed out, she started to emit a quiet weeping noise. The last of her strength drains from her body with it. No…she was never strong in the first place, was she? Chara had only ever been able to fake it as long as she had someone to lean on like a crutch. Asriel, Frisk, even Gaster. She had never done anything by herself. If she was killed now, it would be a mercy.
Flowey really didn't like the way Chara was gazing at sidewalk beneath them. "H-hey, uh… Chara, what powers can you even still use anymore?"
The question distracts her from her morbid thoughts in an instant. "I... I don't know. I haven't tried," she admitted quietly, with grimaced. "I'm too scared to."
Flowey understood what she meant. He hates that he understands. Knowing that you are powerless, that you can never go back, that you can never fix your mistakes…When he had been in that situation, was terrifying for him too. Finding out for sure had been a nightmarish reality check when Frisk had killed him. "It's okay to leave them alone for awhile," he says. "That way when you're all healed up you won't have to worry about your soul's condition." He winks. "In the mean time you might wanna keep to yourself."
But now they look stricken. "But Frisk... wants to know more too..."
"Hey, Chara," Flowey said cautiously, "you can tell 'em if you wan-"
But she clutched her head and ignored him. "She wants to know, too! But I just had to tell you now! What if- what if I ruin everything for her?!"
"Easy, easy," Flowey said, holding out his leaves. "I just wanted you to focus on something else, okay? So we can figure everything out. You didn't do anything wrong." 'For once,' he's tempted to add, but this isn't the time for dark caustic humor. It was a good that he didn't because his reassurance completely ineffective. Chara began to freak out even worse.
"I did everything wrong!" She yelled, voice cracking, as she buried her face in her hands. "I've always done everything wrong! Even when I try to do the right thing, it all goes wrong! And now - this is all because I was selfish! Frisk wouldn't have eaten buttercups! Frisk wouldn't have used her brother to cross the barrier. Frisk wouldn't have fully carried out the first genocide run! She wanted to back out long before it got worse! But I, all of…all of this...It's…it's all my fault! Everything is my fault! EVERYTHING is always my FAULT!"
The reaction seems overblown to Flowey. He knows there's more heavy baggage under the surface that he was all too well aware of. Uneasy and uncomfortable, he nonetheless gives them physical and verbal space to vent.
"God… why couldn't I have stayed dead?" Chara cried, digging her fingers into her scalp. "Wasn't the first time bad enough? Why did I have to come back to mess everything up all over again? Whose fucking sick idea of a joke is this?! Frisk didn't even do anything wrong! Why did she decide to suffer for my mistake? This is even worse than before! And I can't do anything to fix this. It's all ruined, forever." Her breath shuddered as she spat, "I bet you're happy, Flowey! Now there'll always be someone who suffers more than you, just like you wanted!"
"I didn't want this, Chara," Flowey murmured. It's not lost on him that this is the polar opposite of what she said before.
"Of course not! Who would ever want this?" Chara gestured at herself again, then started to laugh. It had a hysterical edge to it like before, though Flowey can notice it more clearly now. "I always wanted to cause someone…anyone in humanity so much pain! Ahahaha! And now I'm the human in agony! Ahahahaha! But I'm still just as filthy, wretched and hateful as before!" They grab their head again and curl up on themselves, still laughing in despair. "I can't even kill myself to make it right, because I'll just keep coming back again and again and again! The only way I could stop is if -"
They cut themselves off. Flowey didn't like it at all.
"You could do it," Chara whispered. She sat up and stared at him with a twisted gleam of hope slowly growing in her eyes. "You could erase me." She jerked up to her knees and grabbed his stem. It took everything Flowey had to do no more than flinch. "You want to, don't you? I'm the source of all your misfortunes. Just - just wipe me from existence! Do it! You know you want to!"
'Fucking dammit!' he thinks, struggling to keep his breath under control. 'What is with her zeroing in on my weak spots?' Slowly and carefully, he puts his leaves over Chara's hands. "Hold up, seriously? The 'source of all my misfortunes'? That's some ego trip you've got going on Chara." He starts to ease her hands off of his stem. "You're only a fraction of what's wrong with my life, so you don't get to take all the blame." A smirk blossomed on his face when Chara went still.
Then he saw the quiet disappointment on her face. Seeing that hurt a lot more than Flowey thought it would. "You aren't going to erase me, are you," she muttered, slowly loosening her grip. "Haha... I should've known. It's a better punishment to make me live with what I've done."
"Well, you're not wrong," Flowey admits, "but that's not why I won't erase you."
Chara averted her eyes and said nothing.
"The fact is, I can't." He shut his eyes. "I don't know what you think you know about me from the other timelines, but... if I had that kind of power, I would have used it by now." Her shoulders slumped. "Oh. I, guess…that makes sense." She paused, then looked up at him sharply. "Wait, but you said you used a fraction of your powers. Isn't that -"
"Chara." Flowey stared down at her for a couple of seconds, then concluded, "I'm not lying. While my Omega form's power is something else entirely, I couldn't erase."
She stared back with hazy eyes, as though he'd spoken in wingdings with no translation handy. Then she slumped against the wall, letting her hands fall away from his. Chara looked so fragile like that…like if he reached out and tapped them, they'd instantly crumble away.
Flowey watched them for a moment, then assumed a casual, friendly demeanor. "But hey! That's a good thing, right? The human…well, Frisk that is, would really miss you if you stopped existing." He paused. "Hmm…you've got this look on your face like…like you will never share anything with her again anyway, so what's it matter?" He winked. "C'mon, bestie. You haven't even asked me what I think about your situation yet."
"What's it matter," Chara mumbled, "I thought…" Chara trailed off for a moment."I thought I would finally never be tossed aside ever again once I had Frisk's soul. However it seems as though I was wrong."
She pulled out her soul and stared at him with dead eyes."Look at me Flowey. I'm sharing my soul. The half that's mine, is filled with the void. Frisk's half is heavily damaged, and the only thing holding it together is the LV corruption I carry from all our genocide runs." Chara placed her soul back in her chest. She stood up and leaned on the railing.
"I don't know why she is even keeping me around. I'm obviously not good sibling. You clearly show evidence of that. And since I'm a bad sister, then I'm clearly a terrible friend…or anything really. You'd probably do a better job caring for Frisk than I ever could or even did, Azzy."
Chara slapped her hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to call him that. Flowey was shocked. He turned away and quietly spoke. "Chara…I-I know you feel really awful right now and regret your sins; I do too but… I haven't been Asriel since Frisk freed everyone. I can tell that deep down you want me to be him…but I just can't, not with the way I am now. I'm sorry Chara."
He turned back to Chara ready to say more but stopped. The air around her had changed. This Chara didn't feel like the mischievous energetic and determined sister he once knew before she killed herself. No, this Chara felt solemn tired and defeated. Before he could even utter another word she chuckled and said, "I know." Tears began rolling down her rosy cheeks.
"It's silly is it not? Despite everything, all of the pain, all of the suffering we put each other through when we died, and even after being brought back...I still want it to be you."
Chara began to wipe her face in the hopes of getting rid of the tears. A piteous chuckled escaped from her.
"Heh…Is it not funny? It is I now whom is the crybaby."
HYOO-MANS! How is it?
Did it hit you in the "feels"?
PLease give me of the thoughts that you have of the story.
I, the Great Composed-of-Opposites, would like to know what you, the hyoo-man readers, think of my story.
(I'd hate to say it, but I do not know when the next chapter will be out, it will be out I just don't know when.)
Hyoo-mans!
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