Author's Note:
Hello wonderful people! This is another very depressing chapter. It is actually the new champion for making me cry the most while writing. I cried seventeen times. Unfortunately, I think it will have a short reign because the next three chapters are going to be very sad, but we will have a happy-ish ending! Anyways, I'm so sorry for rambling. You're probably anxious to get reading. Enjoy!
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Frisk paced around the throne room, the buttercups brushing against Frisk's ankles. Something wasn't right. She could faintly hear the sounds of battle coming from the Judgement Hall. Frisk fidgeted a lot. She was scared. Why did she agree to stay here? Well, to make Chara feel better. But...
What if Chara never came back? What if Chara lived but broke her promise. Frisk found the exact spot where she had found Chara that one day. Where Chara had sat on her knees and looked at Frisk. 'I never loved you like a sister, Frisk. That was a lie,' Chara had said. Then, Chara had shoved a Buttercup in her mouth. That was one of Chara's closest to success suicide attempts. Frisk would've been afraid, but that was the only time Frisk had wished harmed upon Chara. Frisk felt so betrayed by Chara. She thought that Chara had never loved Frisk before, not that she had loved Frisk more than Frisk imagined. Frisk loved Chara more than anything, and Chara loved Frisk a lot, too.
Frisk was so, so nervous. Her anxiety was back, and worse. Why did Chara have to be fighting Bane? Frisk was so very scared. She knew that Asriel, Alphys, and Papyrus were too. Alphys was doing the thing where she would look around in all random directions muttering 'Oh my god' over and over. Papyrus was taking his gloves off and on and crying a tiny bit. Papyrus seemed very scared. Asriel was picking at his fingers. He seemed off. Frisk decided to talk to Asriel.
"Hi, Asriel," Frisk said. Asriel jumped.
"Oh, hi Frisk. I'm nervous about Chara, Mom, and Dad..." Asriel said.
"I'm really nervous about Chara. Something just feels... Off. Y'know?" Frisk said.
"Yeah. Hee hee hee..." Asriel giggled. His giggle was very, very fake and was very, very obviously fake. It seemed as if Asriel was hiding something.
Frisk decided to question Asriel. "So... Asriel. You sound like you know something, something important?"
"Heh... I do. Uh, I might know where Chara's Heart Locket I g- gave her is..." Asriel said. He started to cry.
"Where?" Frisk asked.
"The garbage dump. I s- saw a doctor throw it a- away when we were at the h- hospital..." Asriel cried. Frisk got nervous. Chara really, really cared about that Locket. Suddenly, the noises of battle faded away. Frisk and Asriel turned their heads towards the door.
"Asriel? Do you think they won?" Frisk asked.
"I don't kn-" Asriel said. He was cut off by the noise of a Gaster Blaster.
"Fr- Frisk!" Alphys yelled, but Frisk ignored her. She was too nervous to just let Chara stay there and maybe die.
Frisk only heard one thing. Chara's scream. "AAaagh!"
Frisk bolted out of the room and started heading towards the judgement hall. She felt two emotions so strong. Frisk felt her fear, anxiety, and nervousness take control of a lot of her body. Was Chara okay? Were Sans and Undyne okay? Were Toriel and Asgore okay?
The second emotion Frisk felt was love. She would kick Bane's ass to save Chara. She would get there and Chara would be fine, though. Frisk believed in that. She forced herself to believe that Chara was okay. Chara had promised to stay safe, right?
No, she didn't. Frisk realized that.
Frisk heard a gunshot. She stopped. Her heart skipped a beat. Frisk crumpled to the ground. That gunshot was very loud. Frisk felt so much sadness. She began to cry. She started to sob. Frisk hoped the Chara was alive. Frisk slowly stood up. She wiped her tears. She couldn't afford to cry while Chara might be in severe danger.
Frisk ran into the Judgement Hall. The yellow walls were covered in ash, blood, or water. The pillars were cracked and damaged from many attacks. The stained glass windows shot light out of them, casting Deltarunes all over the floor. Speaking of which, the orange, yellow, and brown tiled floor, there were bloody footsteps all around the Judgement Hall. Frisk looked directly in front of herself and saw Toriel, Undyne, and Asgore all crumpled to the ground. Sans was lying and resting against the pillar. His breathing was off.
Best and worst of all, Frisk saw Chara, alive yet wounded. She was standing alone in front of Bane. Bane had his knife out. Frisk got fearful. Chara pulled her knife out. Frisk grew very fearful. Frisk decided to join the knife gang. She pulled out her own knife. She walked next to Chara. Neither Bane or Chara seemed to notice Frisk. They were just angrily staring into one another's eyes with a desire to murder the other.
"Hello?" Frisk asked. Both Chara and Bane shook their heads and realized Frisk was there.
"Oh, another person I can kill!" Bane exclaimed.
"Frisk! What the HELL are you doing?! Get out of here! You're going to get hurt!" Chara yelled.
"I'm helping you, darn it! Now let's just fight already!" Frisk said. Everyone just stood this. This was awkward. Nobody wanted to make the first move.
They stood for a minute. Chara felt awkward. Frisk felt awkward. Bane felt awkward. Chara decided to start the battle. She shot a knife at Bane, which surprised Frisk. Bane dodged the knife and started to move towards Chara and Frisk. Chara kept shooting knives. Frisk stood behind Chara. Bane dodged all but one of the knives. The knife seemed to really hurt Bane.
Bane came right up to Frisk and Chara. The three engaged in a deadly dance with daggers, knives, and fists. Chara and Frisk constantly were shoving each other out of the way. Neither one wanted the other there, they wanted them to be back with Asriel, Alphys, Papyrus, and Mettaton.
"Frisk, head back to- watch out! Get back to where you were! Aagh!" Chara said to Frisk.
"Thanks! No! You head- watch out! Oh, that hit, sorry. You head back there!" Frisk said.
"Head back- Urk! Head back where?" Bane asked.
"Nowhere," both Frisk and Chara answered.
"Oh, so I can't know?" Bane asked.
"No, you- Aack!" Frisk said.
"You can't!" Chara finished.
"Why?" Bane asked.
"Watch out! Because, it's a surprise for y- Aagh! For you," Chara said.
"Yeah, you'll really like it, watch out!" Frisk said.
"You know, you two are really f- Urk! Really funny to watch, you guys are acting like an angry couple," Bane said.
"We are," Chara casually said. Bane then realized they were in love.
"Aw, the lovebirds are trying to kill their birdkeeper, funny," Bane said. Frisk grew red.
"Frisk, how about you- Aagh! You leave?" Chara asked.
"No! I need to- watch out! Protect you from- Aack! Protect you from Bane," Frisk said.
"I CAN KILL HIM IF YOU JUST LEAVE!" Chara screamed. She was so upset with Frisk for some reason.
"FINE!" Frisk yelled back. She started to run back to the area where Sans, Toriel, Asgore, and Undyne were, but she left at the wrong moment.
Frisk's departure gave Bane the exact right opportunity to leap upon Frisk and slit her throat from behind. Chara realized this a second too late. She saw Bane turn and jump towards Frisk, who was quickly bounding toward her friends. Chara saw Bane's malicious grin. He looked like a hungry wolf finding a nest of baby birds, excited to feast on his prey. Chara was scared.
Not scared, horrified.
Frisk would die.
Chara would be alone.
Chara felt tens of tears stream from her eyes in less than a second.
Chara couldn't reach Frisk in time. Depression. Anxiety. Self-hate. Suicidal-ness. All those emotions were screaming inside of Chara. She was scared. She was sad. She hated herself. If only she could get a bit farther, Chara could save Frisk. If only Chara could have forward just a bit faster...
'WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SO USELESS?! WHY CAN'T I JUST GO SAVE FRISK?! I'M SO WEAK AND HORRIBLE! I CAN'T EVEN SAVE THE GIRL I LOVE BECAUSE I'M SCARED AND WEAK! WHY DO I EVEN EXIST?! I WISH I WAS DEAD! IF I LIVE PAST BANE, I'M BREAKING MY PROMISE! I WILL KILL MYSELF! I'm so horrible... I just want to save her... I JUST WANT TO SAVE FRISK! I want to swap places with her...! She doesn't have to die! Frisk doesn't want to die! THAT'S ME! I'M THE ONE WHO WISHES TO DIE! WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE ME?! WHY CAN'T I JUST DIE INSTEAD OF FRISK?! I HATE MYSELF! I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT MYSELF! I HATE MY BODY! I HATE MY PERSONALITY! I HATE MY MIND! I HATE MY EMOTIONS! I HATE MY NAME! I HATE CHARA DREEMURR! I NEED TO DIE. CHARA DREEMURR HAS TO DIE! NOT FRISK! Why won't the world just let me die instead. . .?' Chara sobbed inside her head.
But, Chara realized there was one thing she could do to save Frisk. It would be a sacrifice. Chara would die, but Frisk would live. Most likely Sans, Undyne, Toriel, and Asgore would die too, but Frisk would live. Right then, all Chara cared about was making sure Frisk would live. That was the only thing she wanted.
Chara grabbed her soul. She ripped it out of her body. Chara felt the worst pain of her life, yet she didn't scream. She only silently sobbed more. Chara threw her soul forward in between Frisk's neck and Bane's knife. Chara closed her eyes and said the hardest thing for her to ever say.
The words didn't want to come out of Chara's mouth. They tried to go back down her throat, to hide. Chara wanted to let these words go away, Chara had hope to never have to say these words. These words, they made Chara cry. They made her sob. They gave her a feeling of defeat. But at this moment, Chara felt a sense of pride. She was doing the right thing. She was saving the person she cared about most. And Chara would get death. It would not happy, for Chara or Frisk, but Frisk would be alive. The words slowly came out of Chara's mouth.
Fear and depression overtook Frisk as she heard the words. She turned around and saw a soulless Chara smiling at Frisk with tears streaming down her face. Frisk then saw Chara's soul in between Bane's knife and Frisk. No. Chara was sacrificing herself. And those words she said, they left an impact. As the sharp, cold steel of the evil knife of the evil man named Bane reached the soul of the undeserving Chara Dreemurr, Bane's LOVE raised to twenty as Chara's last words echoed throughout Frisk's mind like an empty cave.
"I love you, Frisk. Enjoy our future. Goodbye, my love."