The Five Year Run Chapter 10: 9: The Walls Come A Tumblin Down (Frisk), an undertale fanfic

It is sometimes said that one can feel when things are about to fall apart. One can tell when something will happen that changes everything… forever. An unease in the air, shattering apart an otherwise beautiful scene.

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Chapter 8: The Walls Come A Tumbling Down (1,817)

Frisk attempted a smile, as she replied, "Yeah, sure. That sounds like fun. Megan would most certainly go for it too." She let Papyrus lead her away, glancing once more back towards the blank theater screen. She knew that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe, and that was comforting.

The toy dagger in her pocket, however, kept messing with her head every time she felt it move. And it brought with it a very uncomfortable thought. In the end, it will be you killing him. Who was going to protect Papyrus from her, if she were to ever lose it again? No. Never. She was stronger now, and Chara was asleep.

Instead, she forced a smile back onto her face, just as she had been doing for several years. She wasn't going to let anybody else be plagued by her bad memories. She was going to bury them so deep that eventually, they would simply cease to exist. So she held her head up high, and walked like a lady being escorted to a ball as they walked through the theater lobby and out into the cold.

Although the blizzard was still going strong, it had decreased in ferocity quite a bit. As such, they weren't nearly as cold, and there was no need to rush. The mood was also considerably lighter. Papyrus and Frisk walked hand in hand, and Papyrus spun tales of different traps that he and the Royal Guard of Snowdin had built to catch any intruder who dared to enter their domain.

They had caught a number of innocent monsters in these traps, and no humans as of yet, but the RGS were not the types to become discouraged. They were practically all almost as eccentric as Papyrus himself was. As such, they were a fun group to hang around, and Frisk did so quite often.

"AND THEN THERE WAS THE TIME THAT THE ROYAL GUARD OF SNOWDIN TRIGGERED THE LONG BRIDGE TO BURST INTO FLAME IF ANYBODY DARED TO STEP ACROSS IT WITHOUT EXPRESS PERMISSION FROM ONE OF THE ROYAL GUARD. AND THE PERSON WHO DID WAS WELL AWARE OF IT. THE PERSON WAS…"

"Sans," Frisk replied with a chuckle. "I remember that one. He came home looking like he'd just fallen into a bonfire. He was pretty ticked off."

"YUP. AND THEN HE MADE THE GREAT PAPYRUS REBUILD THE BRIDGE. ON AFTER THOUGHT, EVEN THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAD TO ADMIT HOW STUPID OF AN IDEA IT HAD BEEN." And Papyrus started to laugh whole-heartedly. Frisk joined in. She found herself suddenly blushing, and she looked at the ground to avoid it. A relieved smile was on her face.

Her earlier worries were beginning to fade away. Normal life was beginning to take back over. Sans had whatever the shoe was involved in under control, and Gaster hadn't bothered to show up a second time. Maybe it was possible that her life could go back to the way it had been for the last several years. Maybe the feeling of dread she'd been having and thinking was what Sans and Megan had spoken about, was actually nothing more than paranoia.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY HAPPENED HERE!?" Papyrus roared. It came suddenly, out of nowhere. Rage unlike anything that she had ever before from him. His fists were clenched, and he was no longer holding her hand. Frisk was terrified of what she'd see when she looked up. Terrified of what sort of sight could bring that kind of response from Papyrus. For a moment, she considered walking away without ever looking. But that just wasn't the kind of person she was. She needed to know.

Frisk looked up and her entire world seemed to reel. The front door to Megan's house was hanging from only one of its hinges, twisted disturbingly. The front window was shattered, and the glass was scattered across the ground. No. Her mind ceased up. She started to make her way towards the house, walking unstably as if in some sort of trance. Step. Step. Step. Images were flashing through her head, one by one. Horrific things she'd done to the monsters of Snowdin. Step. Step. Step.

She found herself at the doorway, and pushing the creaking door aside, she stepped inside. Inside, things were worse. The table was knocked over. One of its legs had snapped off and was lying on the ground several feet away. Broken glass and shattered glass cups were scattered across the floor. It seemed practically ever piece of furniture had been turned on its head. Even the light bulbs seemed broken. Clearly, there had been some sort of a struggle.

Could it have been a break in? Frisk's mind was grasping at straws, frantically searching for any explanation other than the one that was screaming at her. The people of Snowdin were peaceful and content enough. There was nothing Megan owned that any of them would have wanted. Maybe Megan had just gone on a rampage and done this to herself? No… That didn't seem likely either. Megan didn't rage.

It had clearly been a while since Megan had cleaned the house too. There was a very slight layer of dust over most of the room. Nowhere near enough to really worry about, but still unhelpfully upsetting. Then she saw it, in one of the last rooms to check, a pile of dust. No. She let out an unearthly cry and dropped to her knees in front of the pile. One of her hands, now inside her coat, clenched tightly onto the toy knife that she had hidden there. Her eyes were wild, like a haunted animal.

Papyrus entered the room, eyes darting back and forth. Then his eyes turned to Frisk and the pile of dust. He froze, his breathing heavy, doing his best to remain calm. Frisk looked… scary, like some kind of demon had just been released into her body. Best to leave her alone for the time being. She didn't look like somebody who would even allow herself to be comforted. Like a mother who had lost her child, she seemed more likely to lash out at anybody who came near. So he did not.

Instead, he focused on what he could do, which was little. "WHO DARES TO DO THIS IN *MY* CITY?" He swore under his breath. "THIS IS *MY* TOWN, AND ANY BEAST WHO DARES TO DO SOMETHING SO HORRIFIC HERE IS GOING TO PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE. I AM GOING TO RIP THEM TO SHREDS." Then he turned and left the room, holding in his rage as best he could until he was out of Frisk's earshot.

His eyes darkened, making him look like quite a different person from the Papyrus that Frisk had always known. His breathing was ragged, heart beat fast, insides raging. He wanted to scream out, but didn't want Frisk to hear. "ROYAL GUARDS, ASSEMBLE YOURSELVES! WE ARE GOING TO FIND THIS BEAST… AND MAKE IT PAY FOR ITS CRIMES."

Chara was pleased, very pleased. This was a very fortuitous turn of events. Did she know what was going on here? No. Of course not. That didn't mean she couldn't use the situation to get her friend back, though. Frisk had already taken so many of the steps herself. All she needed was a little helpful push over the edge.

"The place where you heard Yellow whispering to you was right next to Megan's house. Why was he there? Why did you let him get away from you? Surely you understand now, right? He was going to kill Megan. He is going to do everything he can to break you, so that he can make you into whoever he wants you to be. If you hadn't let him get away, Megan would still be alive."

Frisk's mind raced, trying to think of any way to undue what her eyes were seeing. Maybe she'd wake up. That's it. This was just a nightmare. Her best friend wasn't dead. She hadn't allowed that to happen. She hadn't been too preoccupied with finding Gaster and going on a freaking date with Papyrus to pay attention to the warning signs. But she had.

Even before the movie had begun, she'd known that Yellow was bad news. She'd even figured out that her friends were in danger. She had known her friends were in danger, and she had known that Yellow had been suspiciously near Megan's house. How in the world hadn't she put two and two together before? She held her hands to her head and let out another cry. She couldn't even go back in time and fix it this time around. Death was permanent. This was all her fault.

At that moment, a figure stepped out of the shadows. Frisk looked up from the dirt, and growled like a wild animal protecting its injured young. With her feral eyes, and ferocious expression, she looked quite a bit like a demon. The figure stopped walking forward, and Frisk eyed the stranger up and down.

It was a human boy, probably a year or two younger than her. His hair was white, spiky, and he wore what appeared to be circular motorcycle glasses on his forehead. His clothes were filthy, so much so that she couldn't tell if it was dust… or nothing more than filth. He wore a leather jacket and black jeans. She looked down further.

Frisk's eyes widened, and she stood to her feet. Her entire posture had changed. She seemed to be smiling, albeit a smile that sent a shiver of spine down the back of anybody who looked at her. She lifted her toy knife and pointed it at the intruder. She'd sharpened it a few years back, and now she was glad she did. This boy was going to die.

The boy stepped back. "This is not what it looks like," he said calmly, holding up his hands with both palms extended. The signal to stop. But she was far beyond that point. Nothing could stop the madness that had taken hold of her. The madness that Chara had been fighting for all this time. After all, no matter what excuse the boy gave, it wouldn't explain away what he was wearing on his feet. NIKE shoes.

Chara laughed. "Don't listen to him, Frisk." She'd won. After all these years, Frisk the Genocider was finally back. The madness. The bloodlust. The longing to kill. To crush. Frisk's true self was awake. "Last time you allowed somebody to sweet talk you, your best friend ended up dead! He killed Megan. You know this. This man will gladly lie his way out of this if you let him. Stop being a fool, and dispose of him before he too can blind you with his lies. He is the enemy. "

Frisk the Genocider, the demon that comes when people call her name.

Hope you enjoyed the shocking events that have been unveiled in the latest entry of our adventure. As always, your fanship means a lot to me. Hope to hear from you.

~ Xanatos Stones