Hey everyone. Sorry if you were expecting another update last night, I decided to edit chapter 1 instead.
And dear Asgore did it need fixing.
I switched from present tense to past tense! Wow, I thank everyone reading this for getting through that first chapter. Even I wanted to stop reading. It was that bad...
Light hit the back of her eyelids. It was never truly night or day in the underground, but it was still a signal to tell that she had gotten out of her deep sleep. She sat up in the snow and started her normal morning routine of stretching and yawning. Chara found it strange that she had slept so deeply, after going into deep sleep so recently. She certainly didn't need to, and she wasn't sure if it was even possible to sleep deeply two night in a row until now. She decided to push aside this thought and not let it dawn on her. It's not like she was tired last night and that the sleep would be a disadvantage. Finishing her morning routine, she leaped into the air and starting floating, deciding to find where Frisk ran off to.
Her plans were smashed to pieces as she landed in the snow in a mushy thunk. Confused and frustrated, and overall in denial over the fact that she just fell down as a ghost, she repeated the action, only to once again land in the snow. She grimaced at the fact the the sound of her falling was almost audible. She tried once more before giving in to the fact that she was just destined to stay lying down in the snow.
"What the bloody Hell?" she cursed to no one in particular. She was really confused as to why she couldn't float, and frustrated that she just lost an ability most would die for to get- flight. She almost wanted to laugh at the irony at how you had to be dead to get the ability most would die for, but she was too perplexed and angry to think too much about that. She sat up in the snow, facing the path with an unhealthy scowl on her face. She crossed her arms and made a "humph" sound.
A muffled, low laugh was coming from behind her, probably laughing at how immature she looked. It sounded more like humming, as if whoever was doing it couldn't be bothered to open their mouth.
Now a little bit embarrassed at being noticed, her eyes glowed red, and she turned around to see the perpetrator. It was none other than Frisk.
"What the Hell did you do to me?" Chara was forced to notice that her voice had less power to it than it normally had, but it still sounded rather demonic. Frisk immediately stopped laughing and put her hands up in surrender.
"Nothing, don't look at me!" he defended, making sure to stay calm.
Chara tried to read his face to sense any lies, but instead, found herself looking at him. His blue and pink stripped sweater was now stained with blood, and so was his entire left sleeve. On his left hand, she noticed something rather familiar. It was a pink leather glove with studs on the knuckles, meant for a motorcycle rider originally. The pink leaver had dots of red, where the silver studs were completely soaked. The stud on the middle knuckle even had a piece of ice flesh. On his head was a hat made of ice he somehow managed to keep from melting. Her eyes softened as she realized her not being able to float was just an unlucky coincidence. She could still turn invisible if she wanted, and even sense monsters. She could sense that the 8 that were in this clearing where now dead, and 10 more were still around the surrounding area.
"You were killing monsters while I was asleep, weren't you?"
Frisk replied with a nod and what was probably his version of a cocky grin. "All for the Ghost Princess," he said in a confident, flirtatious tone.
Chara blushed. "I- I wouldn't use the word princess..." she said humbly. Her grin got wider. "I'm probably the Ghost Queen!" She laughed in a not-so-humble manner.
"Not yet at least. Every queen needs a king." Even Frisk was impressed with the smooth tone he was pulling off. And he only needed to practice on 8 monsters before bashing their faces in!
Chara was more than impressed at his tone. She never would have expected this from the Frisk she met in the ruins. Neither said nothing for a little bit, Chara unable to come up with an appropriate response to Frisk's attempt at flirting. She seemed to be the only one uncomfortable with the silence. Frisk seemed rather please with the lack of talking between the two. After a few minutes of doing nothing, Chara decided it was enough.
"So, uh, wanna move on?" she offered.
Frisk nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. He almost felt embarrassed about the amount of blood on him, like he ordered peperoni pizza in front of a vegan kind of embarrassed, as if he was doing something wrong. Even more embarrassing, the ice on his head started to melt. He wondered why it was taking so long to melt. Sleeping in the snow had probably lowered his body temperature, and probably raised his resistance to cold, for the ice cap barely felt cold on his head and the air seemed a normal room temperature to him.
Chara started laughing as the water started to drip over his hair and shirt. He did a tiny chuckle in response, too, to try and shake off his embarrassment. Frisk took a step down the path straight ahead, already knowing the other path just lead to a river and a fishing pole. As they headed to the end of the clearing, a puppy ran out into their path, and Frisk ran right into it. He felt the red mist flow out of him, signaling a battle. He was too absorbed in the puppy's cuteness to notice, though.
He pet the puppy a few times. He decided to name it lesser dog, as if he would meet full grown dogs later on. He through the stick in his pocket, and him and the lesser dog played fetch for a little. He kept petting the dog, amused at how every time he pet it, it's neck got longer and longer. He felt happy, and he wished he could keep the adorable puppy as a pet. The puppy licked it's face, but then started to growl at him as it tasted the monster blood that was on him. He was met with a harsh realization- he had to kill the puppy, too.
He took a deep breath in to keep calm, but still couldn't keep himself composed. He took the bloody glove off his left hand and took the toy knife out of his pocket. If he had to do it, he couldn't punch the poor thing to death. He took his knife and slashed it at the dog's chest. The dog through spears at him that seemed impossible to doge, and one scraped his arm. He touched the bleeding wound and hissed in pain. He dropped his knife. It was clear that this dog did not want to fight. It ran back into the woods, and Frisk felt the red mist go back in him.
His eyes explored the surrounding area after the battle and landed on a fuming Chara with eyes glowing as crimson as the blood coming out from his arm. He saw the girl walking towards him slowly. Her eyes almost seemed to leak blood and the wintery wasteland turned red with the power of her raw anger. Frisk backed away from her and defensively put up his hands to show surrender. Unfortunately, his back soon hit a tree. He was at the end of the clearing. There was no hope of him surviving Chara's wrath now.
"Don't tell me you just spared that dog," she said demonically, as if she had a bitter taste in her mouth. It was all that was needed to scare the living Hell out of Frisk.
"N-no! It was an accident- I swear!" He tried apologizing. It didn't seem to have an effect on the raging ghost.
"It was no accident- you were weak."
"Y-you're right- I was... let me find that dog and kill it and I promise it won't happen again!"
"It's too late. Load the save file- now." Frisk's expression changed from terrified to confused in a matter of seconds.
"Wait- what?" He stopped being scared of Chara, put his hands down, stood up straighter, and raised an eyebrow at the ghost. Chara stopped being mad the second the human hadn't realized his powers. The clearing went back to it's snowy self, and Chara's eyes went back to a mellow purple-red shade.
"Hold on a second- you don't know?" she asked, staring at the other in disbelief.
"I don't know what?"
"Your powers. You mean you haven't been saving this whole time? Then how come I sensed save files?" She still sensed a save file even as the human practically told her he had no clue what a save file was. It was one from right before he fought the puppy.
Frisk stared back in disbelief and udder confusion, shown by his slightly lowered jaw.
Chara scoffed at how powers like his were wasted on babies like him.
"Okay, let me try and explain this. You have special power that basically allows you to save and go back into certain times. If you go to certain places, whatever was going on at that time and everything up until then will be saved. You have been doing this the whole time, I've sensed it. I just assumed you knew," she explained, speaking slowly as not to further confused the already perplexed Frisk. He nodded to confirm he was listening.
"Now, I'm not entirely sure how to explain loading a save file. I've never done it myself, but..." She paused, thinking about how to word this. "Someone I knew also had these powers, and I had them describe to me what it was like to reset time. They said resetting and loading were two different things. Loading goes back to a save file, and resetting sends you to the back of-" Once again, she had to think about how to explain these abstract concepts to Frisk. "Loading a save file is like putting a bookmark in a book and going back to it, but resetting is like rereading the whole book," she rushed out. She begged that she made some kind of sense.
"I get it," Frisk said. Chara breathed out a sigh of relief. He thought about loading a save file as if turning back a page in a book, and-
Light hit the back of her eyelids. It was never truly night or day in the underground, but it was still a signal to tell that she had gotten out of her deep sleep. She sat up in the snow and started her normal morning routine of stretching and yawning. Chara found it strange that she had slept so deeply, after going into deep sleep so recently. She certainly didn't need to, and she wasn't sure if it was even possible to sleep deeply two night in a row until now. She decided to push aside this thought and not let it dawn on her. It's not like she was tired last night and that the sleep would be a disadvantage. Finishing her morning routine, she leaped into the air and starting floating, deciding to find where Frisk ran off to.
Her plans were smashed to pieces as she landed in the snow in a mushy thunk. Confused and frustrated, and overall in denial over the fact that she just fell down as a ghost, she repeated the action, only to once again land in the snow. She grimaced at the fact the the sound of her falling was almost audible. She tried once more before giving in to the fact that she was just destined to stay lying down in the snow.
"What the bloody Hell?" she cursed to no one in particular. She was really confused as to why she couldn't float, and frustrated that she just lost an ability most would die for to get- flight. She almost wanted to laugh at the irony at how you had to be dead to get the ability most would die for, but she was too perplexed and angry to think too much about that. She sat up in the snow, facing the path with an unhealthy scowl on her face. She crossed her arms and made a "humph" sound.
A muffled, low laugh was coming from behind her, probably laughing at how immature she looked. It sounded more like humming, as if whoever was doing it couldn't be bothered to open their mouth.
Chara's eyes opened wide as she felt an odd sense of Deja-vu. She turned around to see a cocky version of his straight faced expression on Frisk's face.
"It really isn't that hard," he said with a shrug. "I can't believe I've never heard of this before," he admitted.
Chara looked at him confused. "Did you have something to do about me losing my ability to float?" she growled. Frisk put his hands up defensively.
"It was just the monsters I killed. 8 of them," he explained quickly, now knowing how to deal with this situation.
Did everyone lose the memory except when he saved and loaded a file?
Suddenly, memories floated back into Chara's mind of this all happening minutes ago. She beamed proudly at how she was good at explainging.
"Good job, Frisk, you're pretty good at that," she congratulated.
Frisk stood near the sitting Chara confused. "At what, killing? Punching?"
Chara scoffed.
He thinks I can't remember. How cute.
She decided to see how long it would take him to realize that she in fact could remember, even if it did take a few seconds. She was curious was he would do with the power if no one was watching. So, she would play along for now.
"Killing. You haven't spared one yet." She pulled off the biggest 'I don't know anything' smile in existence to hide the evil smirk that threatened to come to the surface.
Frisk nervously laughing, trying to make it convincing. This time, when the dog came up to him, he sliced it in half the first time, not wanting to get too attached to it like in the last timeline, nor wanting to somehow remind Chara. The pair both walked down the path, after Chara almost forgetting that she had to walk and attempted to float again, which once again landed her in the snow. Frisk offered to help her up, but her hand phased right through his.
