The pair stood only feet away from each other. The murderous soul of a boy who died long ago and the soul of a boy who lost his purity. There was only silence as their gazes locked. Frisk sported the magical eyes of W.D. Gaster, Sans, and Papyrus. Chara sported the power of his hatred towards humanity and the world itself. The power of vengeance versus the power of hatred. Their entire beings could be described with those two words, vengeance and hatred. Frisk, when he first ran through the Underground, was a caring soul who spared every monster he encountered. His actions ultimately brought the freedom of the monsters. Chara, on the other hand, was a dynamic soul. At first, he aided Frisk through the Underground, letting the child do whatever he pleased. After repeated non-aggressive runs, Chara grew bored of seeing the same smiles and hearing the same dialogue. So, with a little push here and a whisper there, Frisk killed the first monster he met. At first, he hesitated. The way Frisk held the knife was a bit awkward, but he eventually learned how to grasp it properly. Frisk killed and killed and killed again.
Then it came down to the first boss, "Mom" Toriel. Frisk tried to put the knife down, but Chara stood behind him and held up the blade. With a few coaxing words and a shove in the right direction, the knife slashed Toriel. Needless to say, Frisk wailed like a baby. He hugged the robe she wore and didn't mind that the dust was covering his body. Chara only smiled as he listened to the sweet joys of Frisk slowly breaking down.
"So, partner… You here to stop me or what? Are you gonna keep standing there and staring at me?"
"Chara…" Frisk muttered under his breath and raised his left arm, pointing it at Chara. Almost instantly, a dragon skull appeared behind Frisk. This skull didn't have any cracks like Gasters and didn't have as many pointed ends as Sans. The skull was the same general shape, but was perfectly smooth and sported two curved horns. Frisk snapped his fingers and the skull behind him shot out a laser without hesitation. Chara kicked his left foot on the ground and dodged the blast with ease.
"Really Frisk? You think that'll st-" Frisk snapped his fingers again and the beam of pure energy took a sharp turn as though it had just collided with a flat surface. Chara's eyes widened as he tried to dodge the blast while still in mid jump. By using the shadow arms, he managed to dodge the blast, but at the cost of his right leg. Chara scream out in pain. He grabbed his thigh and squeezed tightly, trying to stop the bleeding.
"The one bad thing about having a body is being able to feel pain.. Don't you agree?" Frisk said while raising his left arm and swinging it downwards. Chara heard a quiet whirring sound above him and quickly rolled off to the side. Several bones had made impact with the ground, half their length impaling the ground without making any actual cracks, just small holes where the bones were. The remaining halves that stuck out of the ground, broke off, and flew towards Chara. Still trying to recover from his lost leg, Chara took the broken end of the bones at his back. The bones only sunk an inch deep into his back, but the impact itself was enough to force Chara on the ground. He laid on his stomach while the shadow-like arms pulled out the objects sticking out of Chara's back. He pushed himself off the ground and stood on his one leg. Chara took a step forward with his cut off leg. When it seemed like he was going to fall, the severed limb snapped back to his thigh and the two melded together by a strange black liquid that dripped from the wound.
"You jackass.. I bet you didn't know that I could heal myself, huh? Just another part of your Determination that you didn't take advantage of. Instead of leaving it alone, I ripped apart the secrets of this power. I'm much stronger than you are Frisk. Give up and just die."
"Regeneration?" Frisk mumbled and hid a grin behind Papyrus's scarf before saying, "Good.. This'll be a lot more fun the longer it lasts." Frisk slid his hands into the pockets of Sans's jacket. His right hand made contact with something inside the pocket. Without knowing what it was, Frisk pulled out the object. It was a piece of paper folded into 4 squares. The paper looked old and had a red stain on one corner. With trembling hands, Frisk unfolded the paper and looked down at what was drawn on it. His grip tightened as he bit his bottom lip, his tears dropping down the paper. This was the drawing he gave to Sans on his first run. It showed Papyrus giving Frisk a piggy-back ride while Sans was nonchalantly following behind. Without saying a word, Frisk folded the paper and put it back into the pocket he found it in. There was a massive gust of wind that flew into the hallway. The winds were so intense that Chara had to put a shield up around his eyes to see.
Frisk was gone. Chara's eyes widened and he darted left and right, trying to find where Frisk was. The violent breeze finally died down and that's when Chara froze still. Despite how cold it was, he could feel a cold sweat all over his body. It felt as though two eyes weren't looking at him, but at his soul and piercing through all of his sins. He felt the cold gaze of a killer behind him. Chara flipped the knife in his hand so the blade was facing backwards and he swung his arm behind him. He made contact with nothing but the air itself.
"Chara.. You missed.." Frisk whispered before grabbing hold of the arm Chara swung back. With his other hand imbued with magic, he focused the aura into a sharp edge and sliced off Chara's arm at his shoulder. Almost immediately, the arm reconnected. Chara used his held arm as a pivot point to quickly turn himself around. With his over hand, he balled it up into a fist and swung at Frisk with with his full momentum. Before impact, several bones erupted from the ground and created a shield to block his punch. Instead of a punch, Chara threw the knife and caught it with his other hand. The blade smoothly cut the bones down and Chara came face-to-face with Frisk. Chara's grin grew wider. Both of Frisk's arms were occupied, one holding onto Chara and the other finishing its motion upwards. He was left wide open.
"I've got you now Fri-" Chara yelled out, but stopped. His voice had died down to a quiet mutter. Chara's momentum was stopped and he coughed out a black liquid. Looking down, there was a bone that stuck out of his chest. His grin faded and was replaced by a look of pure hatred. He cut down the bone and looked up quickly. Frisk had vanished once again. Chara felt a hand on his shoulder. Before he could react, there was a feeling of his body imploding. Incredible pain began to flow throughout his entire body. Just as Chara fell on the floor, he felt his muscles and flesh ripping each other apart. The tendons began to rip apart as he felt his arms splitting open down the middle. Chara let out a cry of agony and pain as he witnessed his own bones removing themselves from his body. The bone connecting his hand to his elbow stuck out of his arm, splitting open his skin and muscles, before fully ripping itself out. Chara let out another scream as his arm just flopped to the ground like a wet rag. Frisk simply stared down at Chara and grabbed hold of the bone. There was an intense black aura surrounding it. Almost instantly, the aura disappeared and was replaced by a purple aura.
"Summoning bones is a pain and takes up a lot of energy… I see how Sans was so tired after the fight.. So I thought.." Frisk pulled down the scarf to show the world a wicked grin so menacing that it rivaled Chara's and said, "I'd use your bones instead."
This was why Chara was so terrified. The grin that Frisk showed struck true fear into his own soul, more appropriately Frisk's old soul. Chara stood up and surrounded his arm with a strange black liquid that oozed from all over his body. Soon enough, the boneless arm was fixed to new, but Chara was still panting. Even though the wound healed, the pain was still very evident. Frisk was inspecting the bone he just so easily plucked from Chara's arm. He wrapped his hand on one ends of the bone and held it up to Chara. Apparently Frisk was going to use the bone as a sword, or more accurately, a knife. It wasn't long enough to be considered a sword yet. Chara stared down at his opponent. Frisk's eyes were shifting from blue to orange to purple. The mist it gave off produced the same colors. With his presence, Chara felt as though he was fighting Gaster, Sans, and Papyrus at the same time.
"Chara.. I believed that everyone could change, even you. I thought that if someone still believed in them, they could change. I thought that if someone showed enough love to them, they could change. I thought…" Frisk looked at Chara with a genuine smile while tears streamed down his cheeks and said, "...that anyone could change." Suddenly, the smile faded and was replaced with Frisk gritting his teeth together. "But after what I saw.. I guess you could say that.. I no longer believe in you." There was a striking resemblance to Papyrus when Frisk had said the nearly perfect sentence. His scarf flowed in the wind as another giant breeze flew into the hallway. The bone Frisk ripped out of Chara hovered over him as he put his hands back into Sans's jacket pockets. Chara ran forward at Frisk, but the first step only provided an excruciating amount of pain. The moment pressure was put in his foot, he felt the bone inside his leg erupt as it suddenly burst out of his kneecap. He fell to the ground after having lost the only stability in his leg. Chara tried to stand on his other leg, but the same happened. Three bones now hovered above Frisk as he patiently waited for Chara to recover and charge at him again.
"God damn it Frisk! Come over here and fight me! I know you enjoy it! I mean, just ask Sans and Papyrus about that smile you had on your face." Chara grinned, hoping to agitate Frisk into attacking. Frisk kept his calm posture and stared at Chara.
"Chara…if you keep talking.." Chara swore that he heard Sans's voice, "You're gonna have a bad time." The hallway went pitch black, and Frisk began his attack.
Chara had a hard enough time dodging all of the blasts that could make sharp turns, but he also had to fend off the assault of bones shooting at him from above and spiking up from the ground. He would jump forward to dodge a laser and swipe his knife on the ground to cut away the horde of bones sticking up. Then he'd roll off to the side to avoid the onslaught pouring down on him. Rinse and repeat, Frisk gave no opportunities for Chara to attack. He gave no breathing space. Just when there was a slight delay in Frisk's attacks, Chara took this rare chance and made a beeline towards Frisk. Just as he was a few feet away, something stopped him in his tracks. Frisk was standing still, staring Chara dead in the eye. For only a split second, Chara couldn't move. His entire body was frozen stiff from the fear oozing off of the once harmless child. Chara felt as though if he took another step forward, Frisk, no, something was going to kill him. A demon even more terrifying than himself. And that demon was standing right in front of him. Chara reached back to hit the reset button, but before he even made the motion, both arms became incapacitated due to multiple bones holding them in place.
"Chara.. Didn't you say you wanted to have fun?" Frisk spoke quietly as he started walking towards Chara. "Didn't you tell me to attack?" Frisk's footsteps filled the silent hall when he finished each sentence. Frisk held up his right hand, which emanated a bluish mist. He closed his right eye and stared directly into Chara's soul with his left. Chara's grin faded. His lips quivered as he stared back into the soul of an angel who fell into depravity. An angel who broke from all of the death and suffering around him. For a moment, everything became hazy to Chara. He could see the faint outline of Frisk and his blue sweater. For only several seconds, pure white wings sprouted from Frisk's back. The feathers slowly dropped to the ground and when they hit, they turned into a vile black. Almost instantly after the third or fourth feather touched the ground, Frisk's beautiful white wings turned crooked and black. The feathers looked rough and unkempt. The wings disappeared and all that remained was Frisk and the eye that wasn't his.