Chapter 7: FIGHTing the Demon

"Frisk, who is Chara?" Isabella asked.

"Yes, Frisk. Tell them about how we cooperated in the past." The voice said.

"hey! that wasn't Frisk's fault and you know it, you little brat." sans said.

"No of course not. That was all the fault of that strange voice wasn't it? That voice that told you what to do and where to go. Strange how at first it told you to befriend everyone just for it to make you kill them later."

"Shut up." Frisk said.

"And do you really think that it's satisfied? It's been quiet for a while sure, but sooner or later they'll get bored. And when they do, they'll send you all right back underground."

"I said SHUT UP!" Frisk screamed.

"Look, Chara. I don't know who or what you are but you have no right to do this to Frisk." Phineas said.

"Oh Phineas, don't pretend we haven't met. I'm well acquainted with everyone in Danville."

"What are you talking about?" Adyson demanded.

"Every patch earned, every attempt to 'bust', every 'Big Idea' completed, every day seized, that feeling you get? That's me. The feeling of power, of progression."

"But, you're just a voice." Phineas said.

"You expected something else? Something like, this!"

Without warning, a dark tendril shot out from shadows and struck Phineas, sending him flying into the wall. The shadows gathered together into a vaguely human-looking form that sent chills down everyone present. And in the center of the shadows, a blood red face was smiling.

"I am the demon that comes when you call my name. I am the power that destroys. I am DETERMINATION INCARNATE! Now, it is time to FIGHT."

"welp, i've heard enough."

A half-dozen blue beams fired into Chara.

"Not bad, but it'll take more than that."

"And I will gladly provide it, if you will have my hands in battle old friend." Gaster said.

"anytime buddy."

"Don't forget about us, we're not going down without a fight!" Phineas said.

"About time this Jian patch came in handy, even if it is with a wrench." Adyson said.

"Then death to you all."

Several tendrils emerged from the shadows and attacked. Frisk back-flipped out of the way of one while Buford struck down another. Isabella and Gretchen grappled with their own while Phineas and Ferb handled another. Baljeet, not the best fighter of the group, desperately tried to evade Chara's attacks.

"Frisk, how on earth did you get so good at dodging?" Baljeet asked.

"I don't fight, so it was kind of a necessity." They said.

"Did you ever try getting better at taking the hits?" Adyson shouted over the din of battle.

"Once." Frisk said quietly.

Gaster and sans, meanwhile, were a sight to behold. Beams of energy flashed in all directions as bone-shaped projectiles cut the air. Years of non-existence had done nothing to dull Gaster's abilities, and now Chara was truly witnessing his wrath.

"Get up sans, we have to keep going!" Gaster said.

"gimmie a break G, i only have 1 hp."

"Wait, hp. As in hitpoint?" Phineas asked suddenly.

"Yes, it is how we measure our health and durability in battle." Gaster said as he fired another volley.

"Isn't that only used in video games?" Phineas asked.

Gaster was too preoccupied to respond, but Ferb could see where his brother was going.

"You think the voice that commands is related to the eyes that watch?" Ferb asked.

"That's my thinking." Phineas said.

"What are the eyes that watch?" Frisk asked as they dodged another attack.

Phineas had to deal with several tendrils, so Gretchen answered for him.

"It's what we call the feeling we get whenever someone seems to be watching us."

"It's always there, like hundreds if not thousands of people are watching you every day." Ginger added.

Frisk was so preoccupied with this new information that they nearly missed another of Chara's attacks. For a few moments everyone was so busy with the fight that they couldn't discuss the matter further, but every mind was racing with this new revelation.

"Do you think these 'eyes' might be able to help us?" Gaster asked when he had a moment.

"Desperate times." Ferb said.

There was a brief pause, before…

"Will you help us?" Gretchen asks you.