So, last chapter we saw poor Kristen being forced to do something she would rather not. This chapter, Frisk gets Judged, Sans and Papyrus get a shock of their life, Chara may or may not get her way...but whether or not it ends happily is up for debate. You'll just have to see! Will Gaster free Kristen from Chara's control? Or will Chara kill the Good Doctor and then turn on the heartbroken Captain's family?
Frisk and Chara are girls here. I don't want to hear any griping or complaining about how they're 'genderless' or 'they can't be girls!' My story, my rules. They are the manifestation of the player themselves, so my Frisk and Chara are girls because I'm female and I think it fits the story better (plus it's easier on me to put he/she rather than they/them when referring to a single person).
*NOTE* CAPS does not mean that the character is shouting. Paps speaks in all caps, Gaster does too.
"Bold Italic" would be the wingding font that Gaster speaks in. All skeletons can speak it though Gaster is the only one who can't speak any other language, so he uses magically conjured hands to speak with other monsters.
I do not own Undertale, all I own are Kristen (the brothers' mother), Lucida and Boli (the brothers' aunt and uncle) Triton and Sedna (Undyne's parents), Drake and Serran (Alphys parents) and Betus and Gammet (Alphys' siblings).
Chapter 11
Frisk walked into the next room, open-mouthed in awe at the high ceiling, the golden tiles and the beautiful stained-glass windows. It looked…It looked like something out of a fairy-tale church.
She touched the golden locket around her neck, clutching it so hard she could feel her own pulse through the now warm metal. Her footsteps echoed loudly in the silent hall, she could hear the birds singing from outside, smell the scent of flowers wafting on the breeze…all in all, it was a beautiful day outside…
And that's when another set of footsteps made themselves known.
Frisk looked up, her blue-green eyes wide as she saw a small, hooded figure seemingly step out of thin air and stand in the middle of the hall. The bells rang, solemn and yet painfully beautiful at the same time.
"So you've finally made it," a low, male voice murmured, the marble tiles taking his voice and rebounding it through the hall so many times that discerning the identity of the speaker was nearly impossible, "The end of your journey is at hand. In a few moments, you will meet the king,"
Frisk's heart pounded in her chest as the room threatened to waver into something far, far worse. But she kept her focus on the figure before her, trying to figure out who it was.
"Together," the figure continued, "You will determine the future of this world. That's then. Now. You will be judged. You will be judged for your every action. You will be judged for every EXP you've earned.
"What's EXP? It's an acronym. It stands for 'execution points.' A way of quantifying the pain you have inflicted on others. When you kill someone, your EXP increases. When you have enough EXP, your LOVE increases.
"LOVE, too, is an acronym. It stands for 'Level of Violence.' A way of measuring someone's capacity to hurt. The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others."
Frisk's soul felt heavy as a spark of teal light flashed within the folds of the hood the figure before her war. She felt as if she were at the doctor's, being examined by an x-ray…nothing was hidden from this figure, but it didn't feel invasive. The magic that she felt through the air was gentle, soft, but it had an underlying hardness…like a blade hidden under a pillow…
Until it pulled away and the shadowy, hooded figure stepped into the light, revealing a familiar blue hoodie, black shorts, and fuzzy pink slippers.
"…Sans?" Frisk blinked as a gloved hand pushed back the hood of the hoodie, revealing her friend's familiar face.
"…but you," he replied with a smile, "you never gained any LOVE. 'course, that doesn't mean you're completely innocent or naïve. just that you kept a certain tenderness in your heart. no matter the struggles or hardships you faced…you strived to do the right thing. you refused to hurt anyone. even when you ran away, you did it with a smile,"
"Or yelling in fear…" Frisk smiled, making Sans chuckle as they both remembered her running away from Undyne.
"you never gained LOVE," Sans told her, "but you gained love. does that make sense?"
He gave a short laugh and shrugged.
"maybe not," he admitted, "…now, you're about to face the greatest challenge of your entire journey. your actions here... will determine the fate of the entire world. if you refuse to fight... asgore will take your soul and destroy humanity. but if you kill asgore and go home... monsters will remain trapped underground. what will you do?"
Frisk's face fell…truth be known…she had no idea. She didn't want to die…
"well, if i were you," Sans told her, "i would have thrown in the towel by now. but you didn't get this far by giving up, did you? that's right. you have something called 'determination.' so as long as you hold on... so long as you do what's in your heart... i believe you can do the right thing."
He stepped towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder…only for Frisk to hug him, her shoulders shaking with her sobs as tears ran freely down her cheeks.
"alright, we're all counting on you, kid," he smiled, stroking her back, "good luck,"
"I'm…I'm going to miss you, Sans," Frisk sniffed, "You, and Papy, and Undyne, and Alphys…everyone…I…I guess this is goodbye then…"
"hey, no goodbyes around me," Sans told her, tipping her chin up to look him square in the eyes, "just…see ya laters,"
Frisk gave a soft laugh and nodded, hugging the skeleton one last time before letting go and continuing on her way to the throne room.
Sans watched her go, giving a soft sigh. This…this was how things were supposed to go…but that didn't mean he wanted it to go that way. Someone would die by the end of this…and he was fairly certain that it would be this little human child that had somehow found a way into his cracked soul.
He closed his eyes, leaning against a pillar, not even noticing the flash of violet and white that barreled past him, flames sputtering around the figure's hands as they darted into the throne room.
"SANS!"
Sans' eyes flashed open and he was greeted by Undyne's slender form, Alphys' short and stocky form and Papyrus' tall and lanky form as they stood before him, panting slightly.
"You had one job," Undyne teased, "and you fall asleep,"
"I did my job already," the Judge shrugged, "Judged Frisk, found her innocent…she's…with the King at the moment…"
"She's what!?" the Executioner sputtered, shoving past Sans, "Outta the way!"
She bolted past him, skidding into the throne room and beyond right as Alphys came up, her shorter stature making it hard to keep up with the much faster Undyne.
"U-Undyne! Wait for me!" she squealed, chasing after the Captain of the Guard.
Papyrus looked at his brother, tapping his foot against the ground and crossing his arms.
"SO THIS IS THE JOB UNDYNE'S BEEN TELLING ME ABOUT," he deadpanned, "HONESTLY, SANS, YOU JUST STAND HERE AND WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO COME HERE TO MEET WITH ASGORE?"
"yep," Sans shrugged, "easiest job in the world,"
"…SOMETIMES I WONDER ABOUT YOU," Papyrus huffed…
"sans? papyrus?" a female voice asked.
Both brothers froze, eyes going dark as they recognized voice.
"TH-THAT CAN'T BE…" Papyrus stammered, looking around, "S-SANS…SHE…SHE'S…"
"she's dead…" Sans whispered, also looking, "she can't be here…but…i coulda sworn…"
"you two have gotten so big!" came the female voice as a glowing, fully armored, cerulean shade stepped out from behind a pillar, making both boys freeze as the shade took off her helmet…
Revealing Kristen's face.
"m-m-ma-" Sans stuttered, completely floored.
"MAMA?" Papyrus finished, staring at the shade.
The shade's scarlet eyes glowed happily.
"yes, my little warrior, my little comedian…it is me,"
"YOU'RE BACK!" Papyrus cried, dashing forwards…only for his soul to turn royal blue with a light 'ping!' and get yanked backwards as Sans' good eye burned with teal light, "SANS! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! DON'T YOU SEE? IT'S MAMA! SHE CAME BACK!"
"pap…when did mama ever call us little warrior and little comedian?" Sans asked slowly.
Papyrus' eyes narrowed as he stared at the smiling, open armed form of his mother.
"I'M SURE SHE JUST…DECIDED TO CALL US THAT…RIGHT?"
"i don't think this is mama, paps," Sans growled, "i think it's a trick,"
"sans, it is me…there is no need…"
"SEE BROTHER! IT IS HER! SHE CAN UNDERSTAND YOU AND…"
But Sans wasn't convinced…his ribcage ached along the scar and an unbidden memory flared up.
"Oh, surprised I know your secret language? Come, now, Sans…you would think that after all those years we spent together, I'd learn to at least translate your language…"
The memory faded and Sans' good eye flashed as magic started to flame around his hand.
"what was the last thing you said to me the day you died,"
The scarlet gaze narrowed and a flicker of darkness washed over her frame before she answered.
"…i told you i would see you again…"
Ping!
Her soul turned royal blue and she was slammed against the far wall.
"SANS!" Papyrus shrieked.
"heh, that may be true," Sans growled, "but the last thing my mama told me was that the ketchup bottle that belonged to her better not be empty when she got back. and she never called me little comedian or paps little warrior. i was her lil' funny bone and paps was her lil' chef. i dunno who you are…but you ain't my mama…and you're not gonna hurt me or paps,"
He grabbed Papyrus' hand and dragged his little brother out of the hallway…right as a flash of blued-orange light blazed through the Judgement Hall.
The two brothers made their way into the outer battlement and started towards the Throne Room. A nagging feeling tugged at Sans' soul and he turned around back towards the Judgement Hall.
"…pap, you go on ahead…i'll catch up,"
Papyrus looked at his brother, frowning.
"WHAT ARE YOU…"
"don't worry 'bout it," Sans reassured him, "i'll be right behind you, just…give me a couple minutes,"
He teleported back into the Judgement Hall…just to see a battle and a half before him between a darting cerulean blue light…
And a darkness that was darker than dark.
"Hahaha, your son is certainly perceptive," Chara sneered as she dodged the deadly blaze of light from the blaster hovering over Gaster's shoulder.
"YOU WOULD BE CORRECT ON THAT," came the calm reply, "BUT, LIKE I TOLD YOU EARLIER…I WILL NEVER ALLOW YOU TO TOUCH THEM AGAIN,"
His hands burned with orange and blue light and the world turned greyscale…but what he saw? No words could describe the sickness that wormed its way into his soul.
He saw the cerulean blue form of his beloved wife, in her full plate armor and helmet, standing at ready in the ready position used by fencers, feet positioned in an 'L' shape, arms slightly raised as her rapier shone in the dim half-light. That alone wouldn't have bothered him, he had sparred with Kristen before and had seen her fighting style…
It was the tendrils of shadowy, tar-like substance that was wrapped around her arms as a smoky black form hovered above her, scarlet eyes, cheeks and twisted smile glowing brightly.
"What's the matter Doctor? I thought you wanted to kill me!" Chara sneered.
"I WILL END YOU, CHARA," Gaster swore as Chara took the first turn.
She raised Kristen's arm towards the four squares and smiled.
FIGHT *ACT ITEM MERCY
*Dr. W.D. Gaster
*Check
*Dr. W.D. Gaster- LV 5 AT-66666 DF- 66666 HP-666666
You took his wife from him, now he will end you.
"You're a tough one," Chara smiled, readying Kristen's rapier as Gaster in turn checked her.
FIGHT *ACT ITEM MERCY
*Chr/isten
*Check
*Ch/risten- LV 20 AT-112 DF- 101 HP-100
Chara took your wife…Kristen would want you to end her.
Chara had taken Kristen's stats and added them to her own, while Kristen's stats were abysmal…Kristen had a few tricks up her sleeve that made her a formidable opponent…
Mainly her uncanny speed and the Karmic Retribution that surged in her marrow much like it did in Sans'. If she hit Gaster, Karma would slowly drain at his health because of his LOVE 5 stat.
But, they were both even when it came to one thing. Neither had items to heal with. If they got low enough…they would die.
Gaster gave a sad sigh, his liquid form letting the rapier that slashed at him phase through his shoulder, dealing no damage.
"Clever! Very clever!" Chara sneered as light danced around Gaster's palms and a blaster took form, opening its 'mouth' and spewing deadly light at the pale form of the duelist.
"KRISTEN…FORGIVE ME," Gaster whispered as he summoned a set of bones and hurled them at the shade.
Chara hissed in pain as one of the bones nicked Kristen's paldron, carving a thin gash. The shade gave a soft moan, shuddering as Chara's 'puppet strings' forced her to attack the Doctor, driving the point of her rapier through the skeleton's shoulder, followed by a halo of dim blue and dirty white bones that shot towards him. Gaster grunted as the rapier reached for his soul, knocking a few points of damage off his health and Karma draining his health as the other bones made contact.
Gaster turned Kristen, no, Chara's soul blue and threw her down the hallway, hurling a complex maze of bones at her while two blasters took form above him, raining navy and orange fire down upon the shade.
He summoned a long, slender bone staff and brought up to eye-height as Chara charged out of the smoke, armor dented and scorched, her health brought to about half it's total. The silver rapier flashed, clashing against the staff and snapping it in two, sending shards of bone spraying through the air as Gaster teleported backwards, hurling another storm of bones at Chara, only for Chara to tap into Kristen's abilities and shoot forwards in an astonishing speed, stabbing and summoning bones to rush down at Gaster…only for him to shove her back.
Chara raised Kristen's rapier…only to suddenly stop.
"...'dings…please…" Kristen's voice rasped as the helmet shattered into cerulean blue shards of light, exposing her pained face and her bright blue eyes, "i can't…hold her…please, kill me…"
"KRISTEN…NO…I CANNOT LOSE YOU…NOT AGAIN…"
Kristen gave a sad smile before grabbing at her chestplate, where her soul hid.
"if you don't…she'll kill you," Kristen whispered, "please…i can't let her kill you…she'll go after our boys…"
Gaster shook his skull, his orange and navy eyes dimming slightly.
"I CANNOT LOSE YOU, KRISTEN…"
Her blue eyes suddenly blazed red and Chara gave a sick smile.
"How sweet…" she sneered, raising Kristen's rapier, "Now, good Doctor…it is time that we end this…"
"yeah, you're right,"
There was a sickening crunch and Chara gasped…as a single white bone speared through her chest plate.
The blackness around Kristen's arms suddenly burned away as an eerie shriek tore through the Judgement Hall. Kristen's glowing form toppled forwards into Gaster's arms…
Revealing Sans, standing behind her, his left hand still outstretched and shaking as the bone spearing through Kristen's chest shattered.
Gaster looked up at his son, whose eyes were dark in fury, opening his mouth to thank and apologize to him…right as the world shifted and he and Kristen were alone in the Judgement Hall, Sans nowhere in sight.
"timeline…shifted…" Kristen's weak voice murmured, "this battle…has not happened…Chara…is dead…and…"
Gaster gently stroked Kristen's skull as her form flickered and began to fade.
"heh, to think…i'd be in this situation…twice now…"
"KRISTEN…PLEASE…" Gaster begged, holding her close.
"i never got to tell you…that day," she murmured, "i…i love ya, gaster…always have, always will…we…we promised that, right? Until…until…"
"UNTIL THE STARS TURN COLD," Gaster finished, "AND THEN SOME…"
Kristen gave a weak laugh, shakily putting her hand on Gaster's cheekbone.
"y' remembered…" she smiled, "'dings…i'll…i'll see ya again…i know that…"
A loud crack sounded in the Judgement Hall and Gaster's skull shot up, staring at the Void-black crack that snaked towards the couple.
"ack…'dings…i can't…i can't keep you here…" Kristen coughed, "you…the void's takin' ya again…i can't…i can't keep your body stable here…anymore…
"I DON'T CARE," Gaster said firmly, "I WOULD STAY IN THAT PLACE…IF ONLY IT MEANT I COULD HAVE YOU WITH ME…"
Tears streamed down Kristen's face as she sobbed, her light dimming so much that she was barely an outline in Gaster's arms.
"…i'm sorry,"
And she was gone.
Gaster didn't even have time to grieve…as the crack widened and he fell back into the Void, the crack sealing without so much as a trace as Sans made his way into the hall and awaited his time to Judge.
And so the demon dies, Kristen dies (again), and Gaster is brought back into the Void while his son has no memory of what happened. Next up...well...let's just hope and dream that everything goes fine. I mean, it's not like I'm going to summon a demon flower and torment everyone...right?
Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.