DrabbleNovember, Day 13. The prompt: "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy."
"Just a minute," Frisk said, over Chara's exhortations. They flopped down in a corner of Papyrus's empty room.
They were so tired, going on fifty deaths.
After an unknown time, Frisk spoke. "Sometimes I hear voices in my head."
"Uh… hello?" They could feel Chara gesturing at themself.
"Someone else," they replied, barely smiling. "And… so far… everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy."
Nothing.
"I don't believe them! I don't want to."
"Then don't. Believe yourself." Chara's voice was firm, but mild. "We'll just prove them wrong, won't we?"
Their certainty lent Frisk energy. "Yes. Without a doubt."