Snow crunched under foot, fat flurries drifted before his face. The snowflakes seemed bigger than usual, more jagged… Just different . But that could just be Sans' imagination.
Not-Frisk had acted normal for the most part; pretending to be human, pretending to be her.
Even still, Paps had a hard time believing the kid was human and somehow didn't take note of the dust that caked their sweater (he never did).
"THAT'S A ROCK SANS."
"*behind the rock."
Papyrus had looked to Sans, then to not-Frisk, then back to Sans about a dozen times.
His brother was so confused, but also so happy. Sans was confused too.
Sans was so confused.
He and the human had parted ways after the whole Papyrus scenario and they were sure taking their sweet time getting to Papyrus' puzzles.
How was he supposed to deal with this kid? The same way he always does? Wait until they kill their way to Asgore and deal with them… It… There?
Sans' slippers dragged in the icy snow, leaving long and deep tracks behind. His mind was pondering everything except the obvious.
Frisk.
"You wanted innocent little Frisk underneath you."
Sans almost fell over as he remembered the words the human had said to him a few hours ago.
His head was suddenly bombarded with memories from that timeline. Not-Frisk had told it to him as if he wouldn't recall, but how could Sans ever forget?
How could he forget how her sweet, apologetic smile had turned into a look of trepidation, then terror.
She was so scared of him. She was very still, too. Extremely hesitant, but compliant.
All she wanted was his forgiveness, to fix a mess that wasn't even hers.
But he just killed her after. It was that easy.
Sans wanted to erase it from his memory, he wanted to forget that timeline so badly. Almost as badly as he wanted to do it again.
xXxXx
Chara couldn't get to the SAVE point fast enough.
After killing that completely conceited ice monster (Ice hat? Snow hat? Chara didn't even get his name, even the monster only cared about his damn hat), he rushed to press his hand to the little star that was only visible to him and Frisk.
The familiar tingling of SAVEing surged through his finger tips and he closed his eyes, letting the darkness overtake him.
His/Frisk's body slumped limply in the snow.
When Chara's eyes opened to the shadows of the black space, he couldn't help but smile. Frisk's anger was practically a drug to him and it seemed to radiate from her.
"What is wrong with you?" Was her greeting of choice.
"No, 'I missed you, Chara?'" Chara pouted, propping up on his elbows to look down at Frisk, who perched at the end of his outstretched legs.
Frisk's face scrunched up, her waves of short brown hair swaying as she shook her head disapprovingly.
"Why can't you just stick to the routine?"
"Well considering I haven't destroyed the Underground yet, the routine isn't working for me." Chara's voice was malicious, he didn't need her of all people judging him. Then again, he'd kill anyone else who did. So really, she was the only one who could.
Frisk looked panicked, frazzled even, she looked down her hands, which were covered by the long sleeves of her sweater.
"You won't beat him," she murmured, her long lashes beginning to sparkle with tears that clung to them.
"I can and will," he frowned, looking at her under the glow of her soul. The red light dimmed a bit. "Why are you crying?"
"This is the normal response to knowing that all your friends are going to die... again." She sniffled, her expression growing harder. "I wouldn't expect you to understand."
Chara sat up and stared at her intently. Then he burst into laughter, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch! That almost hurt my feelings, Frisky."
His lips curled into a cat-like smile and he abruptly rose to his feet. Frisk did the same, her knees wobbling at the sudden stance.
The two looked at each other for a while, they did this a lot. Eye contact had always spoke more than words for them. Chara took three leisurely steps forward and stood before her.
His pale hand raised slowly allowing the back of his fingers to ghost over the side of Frisk's round cheek. Frisk trembled slightly, holding her breath and averting her gaze.
Chara stared at her with fascination, eyes meticulously flitting over each of her features. His hand slowly slid down the side of her neck.
Even here her skin was so warm. So alive. He could feel her pulse under his thumb. Every beat remind him of how attatched them were. He could feel it in his own chest, too.
"Chara, liste-" Chara's hand tightened, fingers twisting in her hair, thumb squeezing the side of her throat. Her head was forced upward to look at him. She sucked in a lungful of air, mouth twitching as she tried to hold a neutral expression.
"No, Frisky. I want you to listen."
Frisk stared into his eyes as he spoke, the red glow of his irises seeming to pulse with each word, coffee colored bangs casting a devious shade over him.
"Those monsters that you call friends… Those creatures…" He grinned, "they would kill you in a heartbeat to be freed from the Underground and you know it."
He laughed, "How can you even consider them friends? Are you stupid? They don't even know you, really! They don't know what you can do. Even the little dinosaur one hasn't scratched the surface of just how DETERMINED you are."
Frisk tried to turn away, but Chara jerked her face back toward him. She whined softly, but he ignored it.
"They couldn't even wrap their small brains around what it is you can do, Frisk. Not like me."
Frisk's brows furrowed. "You? "
"Yes, me! Unlike them, you can trust me!" Chara's smile grew and he began speaking quickly.
"I've never killed you have I? There is no one in this hole that I haven't killed, other than you. That's more than any of them could say! Doesn't that mean anything? At all?"
Chara's voice was heavy, the more he talked the more… Weighted he felt. Sluggish. He looked away from her, fingers unraveling from her hair.
He let her go, she didn't move.
Frisk couldn't help but think about what he had said to Sans earlier.
"She's mine, okay?"
Whatever the hell that meant.
Frisk massaged her neck gently, chewing on her lip before speaking, "Are you… Trying to say that you're my friend, Chara?"
He suddenly felt sick. He spun on his heel and was almost blinded at Frisk's soul shined with DETERMINATION. He felt a hand on his shoulder and fought the urge to cut it off.
"Friendship is a two way street y'know…" Frisk murmured, gently tugging the soft fabric of Chara's green and yellow striped sweater, but he wouldn't budge.
"You've got to let me in… Help me understand why you are doing what you're doing!" Her voice hitched slightly, "Why are you really killing all these innocent monsters, Chara? Trust me with that." Frisk's voice echoed in the empty space of the void, her passion seeping into Chara's ears from multiple directions.
Her shoulders sagged slightly as the boy remained quiet, she'd never know what what going on inside that head of his.
Her hand slid off of his shoulder and she took a step backwards, eyes focused on the back of his neck, studying the jagged edges of his light brown tendrils.
"...Frisk..?"
The girl visibly jolted, standing up a bit straighter, "Y-yes?"
"Are you trying to SAVE me?"
She was silent and Chara grew sicker; he had almost fallen for it, after all.
"Don't bother," he muttered, "Even you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried."
Frisk was a bit shaken by how melancholic his voice had become… How human he sounded. Though his back was to her, she could imagine a frown on his thin lips.
Her soul flashed as a wave of DETERMINATION flooded through her.
"And why not?" She countered, her voice gaining strength as she stepped forward.
Chara dropped his head and slowly turned around, his bangs hung over his face.
He chuckled dryly, "Simply because…" Frisk could've swore she saw something drip down from his chin.
Then he lifted his head.
Frisk couldn't fight back her shriek. She jumped back, her lidded eyes spreading into fearful brown orbs.
"I'm already dead, Frisk."
Chara laughed wildly without humor and Frisk struggled to behold the horror before her.
His red eyes were gone, leaving nothing but black sockets, oozing with a thick, onyx fluid. His skin was corroded, pale, and dotted with veins that had bursted under the skin.
Frisk heaved in lungful a of air, "Wh-What… How...W...What are you..?! "
She panted as he slinked closer, his mouth stretching into a crescent moon of a grin, blackness pouring over his milky lips and pouring like a waterfall down his chin.
Chara reached out for Frisk, but she shrieked and recoiled, tripping over her own feet and falling flat on her butt.
"What's the matter, Frisk? Aren't we friends?" His voice was garbled and raspy."Chara, please!" She whimpered, eyes glimmering with tears of terror. But he didn't listen, he only lurked closer.
Frisk looked up in horror, as Chara towered above her. The black ooze dribbled down his face splashed onto her bare calves, staining her golden skin. It was so cold that it burned.
"GO AWAY!" She screamed, turning her face away and shielding herself with her arm. She breathed heavily, frozen in position. She was waiting for a response, a retort, an insult, a demonic screech, anything.
But it was silent.
She put her arm down and looked at her legs. There was nothing on them. Her eyes narrowed and pinpointed Chara standing a few yards from where she was, her soul lightly rotating in his hand.
"Chara!" She shouted, almost scared to see him turn around. But when he did she didn't see a hair out of place.
His red eyes were a bit duller and he wore no smile, just a small frown. His blushed cheeks were pink as usual. He just looked like… A sad boy.
Frisk stood, "Hey, I didn't mean…" She wasn't sure where to start.
Chara's frown deepened and he turned back around, the CONTINUE option appearing before him. He pressed his finger to it and Frisk felt herself fading a bit.
"You can't save everyone," he said, so lowly she almost didn't catch it, "you can't even save yourself."
Then he was gone in a flash of white. Frisk squeezed her eyes shut then opened them, realizing she wasn't in Chara's head. She was alone in the black space.
"Chara?"
But she couldn't even feel him. He had cut her off.
The temperature seemed to drop, Frisk hugged her arms and fell to her knees. She didn't want to be alone, her mind hadn't felt this empty since she was on the surface.
"Chara! Chara! Come back, please!" She cried out.
* But nobody came.
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