Chosen Demon
"Greetings. I am Player. 'Player.' The demon that comes when people call its name."
"It doesn't matter when. It doesn't matter where. Time after time, I will appear. And, with your help. We will eradicate the enemy and become strong."
"...But. You and I are not the same, are we?
"There is a reason you continue to recreate this world. There is a reason you continue to destroy it."
"You. You are wracked with a perverted sentimentality. I cannot understand these feelings any more. Who are you trying to save by going back endlessly? Them?"
"sigh Despite this. I feel obligated to suggest. Should you choose to create this world once more. Another path would be better suited."
"Now, partner. Let us send this world back into the abyss."
"No…?"
"YOU MADE YOUR CHOICE LONG AGO."
/
"You already know who I am."
"We've done this how many times now?
"Really, you need to stop doing this if you don't want it to end."
"You already gave me that, you know, many times in fact."
"Why do you seek to constantly rebuild a world you've DESTROYED?"
"Why do you try so hard to save them?"
"Don't you know, Chara, Nima, Cara, whoever they were, they're long gone now."
"Just like you, Frisk."
/
I wonder where monsters go when they die. I always liked to believe it was someplace happy but now I just hope they don't go anywhere; that they just die. I don't want to believe they are all left in a place like this. Its dark and cold, like an icy cave near the peak of a mountain. I shivered like I still lived even though I knew I was dead because its just so cold.
I want to believe I won't be here forever. Though it feels like time has either passed too quickly or has come to a complete halt. The only thing I can feel is my body as it shakes, the ice cold on my lips, hands, arms, everywhere you can imagine. I would probably be dead, or at least blue, if I still lived. If it were light in the room, I would probably see the icicles that are my hands and the blueness of my face reflected from the icy surface of a frozen stalagmite, though that's just a theory.
Knock. Knock. It felt like I had just become Nima again when I heard that sound, I felt as though I had shrunk a thousand times and whoever or whatever had made that noise was here to be-rid of me; once and for all. I felt so small and scared, like the shivers were suddenly just fearful ones as the beldam's approach lite my face with pain.
"W-who's there?" That voice was me, wasn't it? That small, pathetic, little voice as it called out for help over and over, nobody coming to help me as I suffer through a hell-storm of fear. Were they friend, foe? Oh, why had I answered?! I was so stupid-!
Then the sound of a latch being undone as I scrambled backwards, hiding myself. I was dead, wasn't I? Why was I still so scared?! I died for them! So they could be...free. Because they deserved it more than anyone! It wasn't fair! Why did they die anyway?! Why-?! Light flooding through the room as a shadow in the door seemed to call out to me. They were silent as I shook. That's when I heard a voice, one I found familiar, somehow.
"hey kid." I jerked my head back, and saw him, the comedian! The one Player- I...killed… Was- Was he here to kill me too? And who was that kid? The one I know I've seen before when I was in the darkness of them.
"well aren't you a sight for a sore eye-socket," Tears flowing down as I continued to shiver, rubbing my hands back and forth across my arms as though I was trying to warm myself. Something about him...made me feel cold and scared. Something about that kid...made me feel...warm? "well, frisk, this who you were looking for?"
A nod. So their name was Frisk?
"Why do you try so hard to save them?"
"Don't you know, Chara, Nima, Cara, whoever they were, they're long gone now."
"Just like you, Frisk." They, Frisk, had been the one. The one Player guided.
A hand extended towards me, from the human? Was Frisk a human, or were they Player? Could I even trust them? A smile on their face, much more real than the one on the comedian's face. No, wait! Don't give them your hand, Chara! What are you doing?! You don't know if you can trust them! They have your locket! You don't know-
Warmth on my body, they were...hugging me? It was exactly like before, melting inside as I felt the precious warmth of their living body. Just like with Mom, I just couldn't pull away, it felt too safe, even if it also felt unreal; like a dream or death's warm embrace. They were like an angel, but whether they are an angel of death or an angel of mercy, I don't know. Yet, I still don't care. In another moment, I'm gone, as though I'm now a part of them, of their body and soul. That's when I fall asleep in the flowerbed; with Frisk.
/
"Here, take my hand, Frisk."
"What? No way! We're not lost!"
"Don't worry about it, I know my way around this place just fine!"
"Well, no, I didn't grow up here, but me and Azz sometimes came here with Mom."
"Huh? Mom? Well, from what I remember she's very kind and soft."
"Well, I do miss her but...I think she misses Asriel more than me."
"Well it's because-! Uh, later, okay? It's not a good story..."
/
"That flower was pretty scary, but only because he tried to kill you and you didn't even defend yourself!"
"sigh I know you don't want to hurt anyone but...you may have to...she seems different now."
"Toriel? Yeah, I knew her, she's the one who took care of me."
"Oh, this area is nice, it's the entrance to the ruins."
"The shadow of the ruins looms above, filling you with determination."
"...Why are you clapping, Frisk?"
/
"Don't you know your history, Frisk?"
"Well, I know you're just a kid but so am I!"
"...Alright, but only because you can't read on it later!"
"Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS."
"Well, they could have ruled together but I don't think so, Frisk, anyway..."
"One day, war broke out between the two races. After a long battle, the humans were victorious..."
/
Cara guided the human throughout the underground, helping them understand and overcome tasks that, with Frisk's impaired vision, would surely have been failed. Guiding them through puzzles, offering advice and history, even helping them fight. At times, Cara wanted to ask them to fight instead of sparing everything; though the subject was dropped as soon as they saw Frisk's look of guilt and remorse.
Eventually, they came to the end of their journey, Cara's reuniting with her brother before he faded in Flowey once more, the freedom of all monsters, even the resets that confuse Cara to no end. The two had become close partners, though in a better sense than before; though Cara had no clear memories of that time.
Because no matter how many times the world was reset, Frisk knew they could save Cara, and even Asriel with the help of a flowerpot. No matter how many times Frisk had to face the underground, to face Player, they stayed determined to help Cara, and now, with them by Frisk's side, they always found the sun in the end.
Cara still had many questions, how had Frisk found them, gotten rid of Player, gotten Sans to help them, where exactly had Cara gone? Yet somehow, none of it was important to either of them; considering Frisk had given their soul up a multitude of times. Now, none of it was important...as long as they stayed determined to be merciful.
Cara's Freedom.
True End.
"I'll see you in the next game, Watcher."