MachUPB: Omigandalf thank you! That makes me very happy because, of course, I want to leap right through the screen and cuddle her too. Youaregoingtohatemyendinghuehuehue
AyeJimmy123: Noice Moice
So I'm doubting my chapter plan now. I have 19 chapters, and if I do all the main bosses in one chapter each that will be 6 (?) more? So I might just take my time with this. I don't think I'm ready for Undyne anyways XD. What do you guys think?
And okay I was talking with my friend, who also has a fanfic, and she said our characters were like our babies. Her child is a "loving helping child" and mine is "Is a murderous insane kid with a best friend that is a ghost and is depressed." I felt that was accurate, and proceeded to call Frisk a depressed piece of trash. Cruel, I know.
So then she suddenly realized she was reflecting herself into her child. I just kinda paused and then screamed "OOO SAME!" over text.
"SAME!?"
Hahah. Not really I promise guys XD.
While Chara mourned, Frisk began to feel her limbs. Or, rather, feel the fact that she was completely numb all over, having lost all sensation to feel pain long into Snowdin. She yearned for relief; certainly pain was better than the numbness. At least pain would cancel out the exhaustion racking her legs and feet. And now, as the human stood there, she began to feel her legs caving in. Fear brought her to suddenly kick into gear, somehow shoving herself forward on her failing support.
Chara watched in tears, wanting nothing more then just go back. That wouldn't happen though, she told herself for the last time. If Frisk's plan was anything close to what she thought it was then Chara might never see home. People always told her to not dwell on the past, but to focus on each day as it came.
But they never said what to do if the past was better then the future. Chara hugged herself, floating after the sprinting human, deciding it would be better to dwell on her life on the surface. Even with Frisk's unease and guilt, there were some nice moments there. They had been friends. Siblings, even. Life had been good.
Even now, as Frisk stumbled into the surprisingly warm Waterfall, the heat hit her like a truck. It felt good and hideous at the same time, and she wished the temperature change had been more gradual, because as she continued to stumble forward her legs began to slow. Her steps dragged and her limbs began to burn. She could barely move her fingers.
Even now, Chara still loved Frisk. She would sacrifice her life for her friend, and if death was what Frisk wanted above all, then so be it. But yet she found herself conflicted. Chara didn't want to die, and even with Frisk as her top priority, she couldn't leave all of the monsters trapped in the Underground any longer. A moment of resolution hit the ghost, and as she watched Frisk's body collapse to the stony ground, she chose the monsters over her sister.
It might have been because of the LV that she watched the next events unfold without offering any comfort to Frisk.
Or, it might have been that in her daze the human had opened their connection, using her strength to send a message across, and accidentally sent all of her pain and emotions over. Chara help. She begged, sprawled across the ground, her body shaking with sobs.
But Chara couldn't help. She could only watch, her eyes open as even just a few seconds of the physical and mental pain Frisk was feeling drifted over. Her body shook. She was petrified, and found herself wanting nothing more than to collapse upon the ground and sob too. But the feeling of utter abandonment, floating in the air, was similar to that feeling when she really needed a hug.
Chara always needed a hug.
She could never have one.
Her heart lurched and she closed her eyes, clenching her fists and taking shaking breaths. She knew what Frisk was feeling. It was so overwhelming, and the only word she could find to explain it was death. It felt like death. Frisk had been so numb that she could never sum up enough emotion to cry, and now so was so inanely numb she could do nothing but cry and mourn. Weep and sob. Feel completely and utterly worthless.
As much as Chara loved Papyrus, she hated him in that moment. She would always hold a grudge against him for uttering the words that brought Frisk over the edge. She had been teetering on the side of a cliff for years, and he shoved her off with a single phrase. Chara's anger burned fiercely, and she cursed the skeleton in his innocence and naivety.
It spurred her past paralyzation and she floated over to her friend, squatting down and placing her hand out. "Frisk…." she muttered, staring intently at her friend.
The human looked up and met her gaze, tears running down her face. A crooked smile began to grow, and the LV that Chara sent back over numbed her pain. She found the strength to stand and wipe her tears. Her health bar slowly increased and she let out a shaky sigh of relief. Chara was lucky her friend didn't notice her LV was lower than before.
Even though she loved her sister, she couldn't let her go through with this terrible plan.
"Get your soaking butt up and let's go, howabout it?" Chara joked. She hovered in front of Frisk, surprised at how much strength she had to sum up to smile.
It was returned with villainous ease. Frisk nodded, relieved to have someone on her side for once. Chara had always been on her side, of course, but recent events had caused her to doubt their bond. Of course there would always be tension, and she knew Chara didn't agree with her plan but went along with it anyways.
It was shameful how Frisk was treating her friend. She may have wanted nothing more than to die, but that would be killing Chara too, who she hadn't even asked. The whole thing was selfish, but the poor child couldn't think anywhere close to straight. Her thought process was marred and had been burned to ashes, and now was filled with a darkness that forced her to have to focus on one goal in order to remember it. That goal? Death.
Frisk had wanted that for years, and she reveled in how close it was.
Chara wanted to stay loyal, she really did. She would sacrifice her life for Frisk, but she would not sacrifice the lives of others. And maybe not the lives, for the monsters would probably live, but just continue to be trapped in the underground for forever. She couldn't let them endure that, even though Sans might be the only one who knew. No, she would counter Frisk's plan.
She would make it better; give it a good outcome. Hopefully.
Together they set out on the path. It wasn't a very long walk before a familiar looking kid ran up to them, his smile beaming with excitement. He had been older up on the surface, but now was back to his adorable, naive self, overflowing with happiness. Oh, and with thoughts of Undyne.
Their conversation was brief. Frisk had cut it short with a rude, "I don't like Undyne," before walking off. Monster kid wasn't deterred. He ran up behind the two, only seeing the usual one, and skipped a couple of times to keep up. "Hey, man, I know you don't mean that."
"You're probably just jealous. I mean, don't worry, I am too. Like, Undyne is SOOOOO cool! I don't blame ya! I wish I was like Undyne all the time!" He looked up at the human, grinning wide. He understood completely, of course.
Frisk just sighed through her nose. Don't you dare hurt his feelings, Chara scolded, glaring at her friend. She received an eye roll in return before her friend stopped and turned to Monster Kid.
Frisk smiled and waved. Monster kid waved his tail. "I know, Undyne is prettyyy cool," she sighed, shoulders drooping. "I could talk about her all day! But you had better get home to your parents." She spoke the word without seeming suspicious, and only grinned like a worried friend.
Monster kid, who had been about to speak, shut right up. He nodded and turned around, running the opposite way. In the process of doing so he fell on his face, but quickly got up to finish his escape. Frisk just chuckled in amusement, though her smile had fallen the moment her turned around. It didn't take long before they were on their way, both equally glad to be rid of him.
Frisk had gotten along well with Monster kid as a child, but he was very annoying at this age. When they had first met it was okay, especially consider Frisk was more immature at that timeline, but after all those timelines she had matured a lot.
With the kid headed in the opposite direction, although he was undoubtedly going to appear soon, Frisk walked on. Her limbs still hurt and her fingers were stiff, but she was more mobile now. It was easier to walk, and he clothes were slowly beginning to dry. She was still cold, and the caves were slow at warming her up completely. They were warm, sure, but only compared to Snowdin.
Chara and Frisk didn't talk much. They just went on and on, or at least it seemed like a long ways, but in reality the walk was brisk. Painful, but brisk. A familiar silence hung over the air, and the human couldn't help but slow as she approached the long hallway where her first encounter with Undyne had given her nightmares.
Dear Asgore, now might even be more terrifying. She was frozen stiff, almost literally, but mostly figuratively, at the thought of seeing Undyne in her armor. The guard hadn't worn it much, if at all on the surface. It had always scared Frisk for reasons she couldn't quite understand.
Now she dug deep into her slowly draining pit of Determination and dragged herself forward. There was a phone ringing, and she dove forward into the bushes. She landed on the ground, covering her head in her hands and shaking, taking deep breaths.
Monster Kid watched with a raised eyebrow, while Undyne didn't even notice. She was busy answering her phone. "Hello?" Undyne growled, crossing her arms.
She had been waiting for Papyrus for several minutes. That was several minutes too long! He knew she hated tardies, and yet here she was with no skimpy skeleton in sight. "Sans? What do you want?"
"What? Is he okay?...Just sick? Are you sure? Does he need a visit? No? How about I bring him some of his favorite spaghetti! I still have it leftover from the last time we cooked." There was a long silence, and Undyne just listened. She felt a pang of sorrow for Papyrus, who had gotten such a terrible fever and failed to notify her. How did skeletons get sick? Magic, obviously.
"Alright. If you say so. Tell him to get better so we can train!" She finished with a shout, pumping her fist in the air for an added effect that no one would ever see. Silly, she knew, but it filled her with enough determination to not get angry that he wasn't here. Papyrus was sick, and he deserved a break.
She leaned back on her spear, sticking her phone back in the pocket of her armor and sighed. It was a pretty nice day in Waterfall. A bit chilly compared to hotland, but hotland was hell so she didn't mind. The silence stretched on, filled barely with the rushing water that gave the place its name. With so little noise, she easily picked out the rustling beneath her.
Undyne went into panic mode, swooping up her spear and marching down towards the main path. There was a drop between her and the pile of grass and she glared, scanning the reeds intently. It took a moment, but she spotted Monster Kid. There was someone else in the grass too, and she stared at them to no avail. Just him and another little brat he had dragged into spying on her, obviously.
She growled, lowering her spear and turning on her heel to march away.
The warrior was long gone by the time Frisk managed to pull herself back to the path, standing and brushing the dirt and mud off her worn-down clothes. Monster Kid was literally shaking when she finally realized he was still there.
He met her gaze and grinned. "Yo….did you see the way she was staring at you?!" Frisk shuddered. She had felt it. "That…...was AWESOME! I'm SOOO jealous! She was just standing there waiting FOREVER and then you just…! C'mon! Let's go watch her beat up some bad guys!" In his excitement the kid rushed off. He fell on his face once again, letting out a small whimper as he used his tail to push himself up. The momentary pain didn't stop him, however, and he continued running.
Frisk couldn't help but let out a long groan. "I've seen her beat me up plenty of times," she sighed, her shoulders dropping in a wave of sadness. THey shook in fear, and she closed her eyes. "Chara I don't want her to kill me again."
There was a sigh in response, and the ghost floated in front of Frisk. If you get enough LV by the time we get there you won't be afraid anymore. That was a definite lie. Chara knew Frisk wouldn't get enough LV, and the stuff didn't stop one from feeling fear. It just took their compassion away.
Frisk opened her eyes, nodding, and drew more from her pit of Determination. She walked over to the electrical spark and saved. THey had always been confusing in the past, but reading about Gaster's studies had really helped her know how they worked. That had been such a long time ago, and yet it was in the future.
The two walked onward, looking for more monsters to kill. In all of the timelines she had murdered, which was actually all of them, it had been easy to memorize the number of monsters in each section. She had 18 left, and Aaron was the next victim.
He approached around the corner, flexing his muscles, and then noticed her. His grin grew and soon they were knee-deep in combat. Chara had always been confused as to why Frisk killed her friends the fastest. All it took was one hit, while the others, and Undyne, all took several tries to defeat. Frisk did it because she couldn't stand to fight the scary ones for long. Undyne was the only one so terrifying that she couldn't sum up enough strength.
The battle was still over quickly, and Aaron's dust floated away. Both girls felt the LV roll in, and Chara snuck a little bit away from Frisk without getting noticed. It was getting easier to steal it.
"Frisk, you know how Gaster figured out all of the stuff? Like with the core, and the sparks, and memories?" Chara asked, eyeing the telescope that they passed.
"Yeah, I guess, what about it?"
"He must have been pretty smart."
"Definitely," Frisk agreed. Her steps were more hurried now, having recovered mostly from the cold. Her clothes were still damp, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. She was functioning properly.
"Where did he go then? And why has no one ever mentioned him before?" Chara questioned. She had intended to distract Frisk, but now had a lot of questions herself.
There was a pause, and Frisk's footsteps echoed among the gentle flow of water. "I'm not sure….."
Chara didn't respond. She sighed, staring at the ground. It was a dock now, and the footsteps were hollow and wooden sounding. It was slightly muted because of the water underneath, and she looked up to scan the dark area around them. Waterfall had always been beautiful, but it took on a very dark tone as she remembered where they were. "Frisk watch out!" She cried, wanting nothing more than to grab her friend and drag her back. Frisk let out a scream and stumbled backwards nonetheless, narrowly avoiding the bright spear that came hurling out of nowhere.
Her anxiety skyrocketed and she barely kept her footing, her heart rate beginning to spike. There was not a single second to spare as Undyne appeared, smugness and confident just radiating off her armor. Her spear disappeared and three more appeared above the human, who found the strength to drag herself into a sprint.
LEFT! RIGHT! NO STOP! STOP! OKAY GO! Chara screamed orders through their bond, floating above Frisk and watching the arrows whiz by. She couldn't prevent the spears nearly grazing her friend, but nothing mortally wounded her. At this rate she would get by with a few scratches and bruises, as well as a small about of health, but it would be better then complete death.
She sprinted along the winding dock, Undyne following along at a casual pace.
The grass wasn't that far, and she used a final burst of energy to fling herself forward amongst the tall bushes, straight towards her awaiting friend. The spears whistled overhead and she used their noise to grab Monster Kid and shove him in front of her before diving down in the grass behind him.
The footsteps got closer and she slapped her hands over her mouth, trying to hide her gasping for breath. Her lungs ached and heaved but she tried to stop herself from taking air, only causing her heart to race all the more. She took another deep breath before Undyne stopped, silence seeming to grasp Frisk like a knife.
Her lungs burned and tears stung her eyes while Chara watched. She's grabbed him! Chara cheered, relief flowing through her. But Frisk wasn't out of the woods, or grass, yet, and continued to hold her breath while it felt like a knife was skinning her lungs.
Monster Kid was in awe. He couldn't talk. Not just because of his kind friend that sacrificed her want to see Undyne, but by the act that Undyne actually TOUCHED him! He wanted to squeal, but the moment was over as soon as it started and she was walking away.
Hs tail shook with excitement and he finally let out a cheer, turning around to face his friend. Where was she? Oh! There! She was shaking, and he peered closer when she suddenly jumped up, wiping her face and running off through the grass. He followed behind, being careful not to trip, and jumped through the grass, letting out a laugh. "Yo...did you see that?"
He was shaking in excitement too. "Undyne just…...TOUCHED ME! I'm never washing my face ever again…! Man, are you unlucky." He giggled, not realizing Frisk was being driven insane by his endless ranting.
She shut him out, not wanting to listen to the idiotic idolizing. If she been just a little bit closer, she would have been dead. A few moments later he was running, tripping, and then running away again, no doubt going to brag to his other friends. She gasped for breath and exchanged glances with Chara. They waited a bit before continuing on the path.
A couple hours later Frisk stood alone, or at least it would look like it to any passerby, in front of a statue. It stood abandoned, rain pouring over it, and the little child reached up and place the umbrella above it. Shortly after, as she stood waiting patiently, music began to drift from it.
Frisk and Chara both wore sad smiles as they listened intently to the sweet song. It was a beautiful lullaby, and at one point they had made words to it together.
The rest of their journey was made in a melancholic silence, though they hadn't talked much before hand either.