Frisk let out a single sob. Anguish. Anger. Sadness. Hate. Love. Despair. Frisk was hurting very badly. Why did Chara do that? She was more important than Frisk. Frisk should've been the one to die. Chara didn't deserve that... Frisk did. Frisk was the one Bane attacked, not Chara. SO WHY THE HELL DID CHARA DIE? Frisk felt tears streaming down her face. She felt her lip quiver and blinked a couple of times. Frisk set her hand in the dust of the girl she loved. Frisk didn't know what to do... The love of her life was killed directly in front of her eyes. Chara was dead now. Frisk wouldn't ever get to see her again. Frisk wished that she and Chara could've become closer. Frisk wished that she spent more time with Chara. Frisk regretted Chara's choice to sacrifice herself. Pain was all throughout Frisk's numb mind. Frisk let out an anguished scream of grief. Frisk hung her head in despair. She had lost the most important thing to her. Frisk had lost Chara.
Asriel felt tears in his eyes the moment he saw the first speck of dust float off of his poor sister. Frisk and Chara were in an embrace at that moment. Then Asriel took them away from one another. Asriel should've let them have their time. Asriel probably could've saved Chara is he was there. He shouldn't of let Chara run out and fight Bane. It was all Asriel's fault. Asriel hated his choices. He was a failure for messing up like that. He should've just done the smart thing and support his sister in this battle. He could've at least ran alongside Frisk when she had departed. Then, Asriel might have been able to stop this. Asriel was a stupid fool. He had failed at protecting his older sister. He had gotten his sister killed. Asriel might as well have been the one to kill Chara.
Sans let out a chuckle. This wasn't actually happening. The kiddo wasn't dead. Chara was alive. Somewhere else. Sans knew it. No, Sans didn't know that. He only hoped it. He prayed that Chara was around somewhere. Sans had put so much effort into helping the kid get better. Sans had felt like maybe Chara actually needed someone like Sans to help her. That's why he helped her. And now she was dead. No. Chara was probably alive somewhere else, right? Yeah, Sans would just go find the little kiddo later. When he had finished his pain. When he was ready, Sans would go find Chara.
Undyne would trade almost anything to have Chara back. Undyne cared about Chara because Chara had helped Undyne find out so much. Chara had helped Undyne find out who she was. Chara had helped Undyne find that she had bipolar depression. Chara had done so much for Undyne, and what had Undyne done for Chara? Nothing. Undyne would give up her magic for Chara. Undyne would give away her feelings for Chara. Undyne's soul was something that she would give up to have Chara back. Undyne felt that her life might also be a trade worthy of bringing the poor girl back from the dead again. Undyne would give almost anything to have Chara back.
Toriel was silent. Her child, her daughter that she adopted around a decade ago, was dead. Toriel understood that. There was no point in denying it. Toriel understood that she had suffered a horrible loss within her family. She didn't have to be angry about that. Toriel would trade or bargain things to have Chara back, but she wasn't focusing on that. Toriel knew that nothing could bring her child back. Toriel was depressed by this act of her daughter, but Toriel had to stay strong for others that were suffering worse than her. Toriel accepted that Chara was dead, but others might not be. Toriel would put her feelings, her depression, her loneliness, her anger, her denial, and her sadness aside for everyone else who was in need.
Asgore was in shock. Twice. Two times. Double. The same occasion two times. A single repeat. Asgore had witnessed the painful, horrible death of his daughter twice now. He watched Chara die two times. He had seen Chara dust away double the usual. The same occasion of Chara's death had happened two times before Asgore's eyes. Her death was a single repeat in front of Asgore. Asgore was a failure of a father. He watched his son die once and his daughter die twice. Asgore couldn't believe that this was happening. Chara was dead.
What had just happened? Papyrus as confused and worried. Everyone was so sad around him. Chara had disappeared. She had become this strange, dusty powder. Hadn't the same powder been on Frisk in the previous timeline? Wait, did Chara die? Well, how long would Chara be away at death? Papyrus wanted her to come back, but because of his comrades' reactions, Papyrus believed that Chara might never come back. He sat and comprehended the new information he had adopted within his kind, not naïve mind.
Alphys's brain hurt. She found herself on the ground. She opened her eyes and looked aorund her. Everyone was crying. Frisk was sobbing in the center of the judgement hall. There was a pile of dust in front of her. Alphys looked around for Chara. She was nowhere to be seen. Wait, was the pile of dust in front of Frisk Chara? Alphys hoped not, but she felt it to be true. Instantaneously, Alphys's strong mind went to finding a way to maybe bring Chara back to life. There must be some way. It had been done before. Alphys would find a way that wouldn't involve any more sacrifices. Alphys would find a way that wouldn't involve any RESETs. Alphys would find a way to bring Chara back.
Frisk slowly stood up. She felt so, so much horrible pain. She felt tears streaming down her cheeks and then jumping off her chin to fall to the dusty ground. Frisk looked at the Heart Locket and Real Knife in front of herself. These, right in front of Frisk, were the two possessions Chara cared about that she owned. When Frisk was in the elevator, she had decided that she wouldn't wear anything that was any other living person's stuff. Frisk thought that it might help her accept the death of her most loved one if she donned Chara's Locket. If Frisk wore her dead lover's necklace. Frisk felt her warm fingers grab the Deltarune on the front of the dusty Heart Locket. Frisk's thumb pressed upon the gold latch as her index and middle fingers touched the top of the Locket against the chain link that held the Locket. Frisk picked it up and turned it around so that the Deltarune would face outward while hanging on her chest. Frisk heard the jingle of the chains of the Heart Locket as she slipped it over her head. Frisk looked down and saw the Locket resting upon her chest just like it had when it was over Chara's chest. Frisk was already in so much emotional pain that she hoped greatly that there was no way and no chance that more pain could evolve or develop through the time where Chara would be absent in Frisk's life. Frisk knew that she emotionally needed Chara to be happy, even though Chara had claimed otherwise in her suicide notes that she wrote earlier. The notes that Frisk had found through the very Locket that was resting upon her chest. Frisk reached for the latch that kept the Heart Locket closed and opened it. Maybe Chara had done one last thing just in case she would die. And Frisk saw it. She gasped with a gasp full of joy, love, pain, anguish, and sadness. Frisk found a little drawing thrown within the Locket. Now, even though it was a little drawing, that didn't mean that the little drawing couldn't hold extreme emotional force that could give Frisk some happiness in this horrible moment of despair and loss. Frisk saw the best drawing that Chara had ever done.
Frisk and Chara were sitting in front of the tree that was by the entrance to Toriel's home. Their hands were clasped together. They both had smiles upon their usually depressed faces. Chara was wearing her Heart Locket and she didn't have her Real Knife. Chara was wearing a T-shirt that had the same design as her usual shirt. Her scars of self-harm were there. There seemed to be less self-harm scars on drawn Chara's arms than real, dead Chara's arms. Chara was also wearing brown cargo shorts. You could see the scars on her shins, too. There were around the same amount as reality. But Frisk didn't care about the accuracy of the scars. Frisk felt moved my how beautiful Chara had drawn them Frisk smiled and felt more tears form and fall within her eyes. Chara did care. Chara had cared about Frisk more than Frisk thought. They were actually in a relationship. Frisk was in love with Chara, and it seemed that Chara was in love with Frisk. Even more tears came from Frisk's hurting eyes as she shut the Heart Locket closed. Frisk let her eyes set upon Chara's one other possession. Frisk looked at the Real Knife.
Frisk knew that that Knife had been used to harm Chara more than anyone else. When Chara and Frisk were alone and Chara was asleep, Frisk would count the scars on Chara's arms. She would always feel the weight of sadness more with each scar found. Frisk hated that Chara had done that to herself. Frisk didn't like what Chara had done. Chara was actually very mean, but only to one person. Chara was only mean to herself. Chara had hated herself so bad. Why did Chara hate herself? Frisk always assumed that it was because of the genocidal act that she and Frisk had done those hundreds of times, but maybe there was more to it? There was always more. Frisk had underestimated Chara. Frisk knew that Chara had hurt herself because she wanted to protect everyone. How Chara thought that giving herself pain would keep harm from coming to others, Frisk had no idea. But it had made sense to Chara. Frisk began to realize more and more why Chara had done those things to herself. Frisk realized how hurt Chara was. Frisk realized how bad of a friend she was to Chara. Frisk was never caring about Chara as much as she should've been. Chara was in need of someone to help her emotionally at all times, and Frisk wasn't there for her love at all times. Chara needed Frisk more than Frisk needed Chara. Frisk felt guilt. Maybe it was her fault that Chara was gone now. No. Frisk knew that Chara wouldn't want her to blame herself for Chara's actions. Chara would take full responsibility for her actions. And unfortunately, it seemed that the responsibility was Chara's. Chara had done an act that she chose to do all by herself that had ended up with a horrible death.
Tears streamed from everyone's eyes as Frisk slipped the Real Knife within her pocket. Frisk would save that for a later use, she decided. Frisk looked up at everyone, who looked back at her with the same, depressed and guilty look. "S- so, where are we g- going to h- h- head now?" Frisk sobbed. Even though she felt somewhat composed, Frisk was in complete sobs. Emotions were hard to control. Maybe Chara had also hurt herself in moments of pure emotion. Maybe that's why she ahd cut herself at the lab.
"h- how about y'all c- come over to papy and i's p- place, mkay?" Sans suggested with tears. Everyone nodded, which caused more tears to drop quicker from their eyes. Shakily, Sans grabbed Papyrus and Toriel's hands. Papyrus reached for Undyne's hand. With a tight grip, Undyne took Papyrus's hand, tears falling from both of their eyes. Alphys, full of anxiety and depression, fearfully reached for Undyne's hand. She was able to slip her hand within Undyne's without too much commotion. Asriel reached for his mother's hand. Their finger's embraced and they squeezed one another's hands. Asgore reached for his son's hand. With a firm yet weak strength, their grip became real. Everyone turned their depressed eyes toward the one who was probably suffering most from this. Everyone looked at Frisk.
"P- p- p- punk, are y- you c- c- coming?" Undyne sobbed in question form. Undyne also seemed to be suffering pretty bad from Chara's death. Bipolar depression hopefully couldn't evolve into something where Undyne would always be super-duper depressed, right? Everyone hoped not, because they couldn't really take much more emotional pain.
"Yeah. I'm c- coming," Frisk said as she grabbed her blue sleeve and used it to wipe away more tears from her dry, purple eyes. As Frisk took her steps toward her friends, she remembered when she and Chara used to gaze into one another's eyes with loving passion. Frisk's soul and mind throbbed with pain. She yearned to see Chara again, even though it had been less than an hour since she was lost. Tears streamed from Frisk's eyes as she reached for Chara's hand. Oh. Yeah. Chara was dead now. Instead, with a bit of a sob, Frisk grabbed Asgore's hand. It seemed to comfort Asgore a lot. Then, the depressed group appeared directly inside the home of Sans and Papyrus.
"Does anyone need comforting?" Toriel asked. Her voice sounded shaky. That wasn't typical for the goat mother.
"D- do you need comforting, Mom?" Asriel asked. There was a new tone of sadness in Asriel's voice.
"Others need it more, I believe. How are you doing, Frisk and Undyne?" Toriel answered and asked.
"I'm doing okay at the moment, Miss Toriel," Undyne said. She seemed to be doing a lot better already.
"I'm o- okay," Frisk lied. Frisk thought that most of her friends bought her lie. Frisk was surely not okay. She was doing horribly. I mean, what would you expect from someone who just watched the love of their life sacrifice themselves for them?
"ARE YOU S- SURE, FRISK?" Papyrus asked. He was concerned. He knew that Chara was pretty good at lying sometimes, so he wondered if all humans were good at it.
"Yeah, I'm very sure," Frisk lied again. This time, she didn't let out a sob in the middle of her speech. Frisk was happy for a moment, but then realized that she was happy for successfully lying. This then caused Frisk's depression to increase a bit more.
"U- um, would anyone l- like t- to maybe, um, uh, heheh, u- uhm... I'm s- so sorry, I don't h- have any ideas t- to help us tr- try to forget what h- happened..." Alphys cried. She seemed to dislike herself a bit more than usual at this moment.
"No. We shouldn't forget what happened, we just need to come to terms with the fact that Chara is dead again... But it is what she wanted, right? She promised she'd be happier when she was dead, so let us all hope that my daughter did not lie with that," Asgore said. He seemed to be hurting badly but was doing a great job at hiding it.
"I won't ever forget Chara," Undyne said somewhat defensively.
"I don't think that Dad meant it like f- forget Chara. I don't think th- that any of us would, will, or want t- to forget her," Asriel cried. Everyone nodded. He said something very true.
"well, ih'm going to go take a depression nap. Ssee you later," Sans said. He shortcut away, most likely to his room. Everyone looked at one another.
"I think that I shall leave and head back home. Asriel, I would like you to come with me. And Asgore, if you would enjoy it, I will let you spend the night at my house tonight," Toriel said. She looked at Asriel and then at Asgore. It was a very kind and caring thing for Toriel to do this.
"Really, M- Mom? Dad can stay?" Asriel asked.
"Really, Toriel? I may stay?" Asgore asked.
"Yes, you may stay. We will need to depart now if we wish to make it back to my house before dark, though," Toriel said.
"Then let us go," Asgore said. This seemed to improve his emotional state greatly.
"See ya, Fr- Frisk. Bye everyone," Asriel said as he, Toriel, and Asgore left the house.
"Alphys, would you like to come and spend the night at my place?" Unyne asked. She seemed to be much better from earlier. It seemed everyone was coping with the loss well. Well, everyone except for Frisk. But Frisk was better at hiding it.
"W- wait, really? U- Undyne, I w- would love t- too," Alphys said to Undyne. This greatly improved Alphys's expression and vibes at the moment. She seemed to be estatic at the thought of going home with Undyne.
"Alright. Then, let's head out, okay? See you, Papyrus! Stay safe, Frisk!" Undyne said as she and Alphys rushed out the door.
"WELL, HUMAN. I THINK I AM GOING TO GO UP TO MY ROOM AND DO... SOMETHING. I WILL TRY TO COPE WITH MY EMOTIONS. BUT FIRST, I HAVE A QUESTION, FRISK. HOW LONG WILL CHARA BE AT DEATH? I KIND OF MISS HER. SHE MAY NOT HAVE BEEN THAT NICE AT TIMES, BUT SHE WAS PRETTY COOL," Papyrus asked. Tears somehow streamed from his eyesockets as he let his skull hang.
"O- oh. Um, Chara will be d- dead forever. Y- yeah, haha..." Frisk cried. That question hurt Frisk emotionally badly.
"OH. WELL, UH, THANK YOU, FRISK. SEE YOU," Papyrus said as he ran up the stairs and entered his room.
That left Frisk alone. She was hurt and nobody could comfort her. Just how Chara had tried to get. Frisk realized how alike she was to Chara at the moment. There were probably two big things that made Chara and Frisk different, at least in a physical perspective. The first was probably the most obvious. Chara was unfortunately dead and Frisk was unhappily alive. The second, though, was one that Frisk decided she would change later. Unlike Frisk's scar-less arms, Chara's were covered in hundreds of self-harm wounds that had healed. Frisk decided that she would commit self-harm later. Frisk could almost hear Chara pleading to her to not hurt herself, but Frisk put that out of her head and decided to go and commit what Chara had committed. Frisk would become as close to Chara as she could. She would cope by becoming who she missed. That's how Frisk would get better. No. Frisk didn't want to become Chara. Chara was not who Frisk was. Frisk complimented Chara and was extremely different from her. Frisk would just follow in Chara's footsteps. Frisk would cope how Chara did.
Self-harm