I have a surprise! To make up for the… iffy update schedule as of late, I have three chapters at once! I will answer reviews and stuff in the last one, just so you know. Because they are all going up at about the same time. I really should have spaced it out, but this one was supposed to come out earlier. It was postponed because of snow and now I have all these chapters ready. Expect a clunky schedule for the rest of winter, due to things like weather.
I completely skipped over the party, and everything between then. It's a really jarring and rushed timeskip, sorry. I had lost motivation at first but as I started writing and literally feeling the chills from this chapter (you'll see) I was like holy damn. I've been waiting for this forever lol.
Poor, poor Frisky.
Hope you weren't too attached to anything, at all. Ever.
Frisk groaned and sat up. Where was she?
Last thing she remembered was crashing on the couch after the party at MTT. The Hotels still weren't open yet and Sans teleported them back. Not after going to five different places of course because he was drunk out of his mind.
Frisk was surprised she was the one that crashed first, but then again this was her second experience with alcohol. But nevertheless it was fun. She didn't like all the people but there were plenty of uninhabited corners.
Now, though, she was in a land of black. The couch was gone. It was… like the void where she reset. Only she could feel a floor, and her own body. The silence was deafening.
Frisk blinked and shook her head. She was no longer fuzzy and light headed. She was back to normal. Was this a dream?
A flash of white caught her eye and she looked to the side. It was her spirit wolf.
She was snarling.
Frisk stood up and followed her eyes. It was staring at nothing.
Suddenly, she realized something was blended with the darkness. It was black, almost melting into the void.
It had no shape, but it started to gain one. One of a person.
Frisk felt an overwhelming sense of dread, chills running down her body.
"Isn't it nice to meet again?"
The voice seemed to come from everywhere. Frisk was wrong. This wasn't a dream.
It was too bone chilling to be real. She could feel every cell in her body screaming in terror, and she wanted to do the same.
"W-who are you! Where are w-we?"
The dark haze snapped.
Now stood a girl, who looked to be her age. Beside her, a large black wolf.
The girl had deep crimson eyes and chestnut brown hair to her chin. Her skin was sickly pale, though she had a bit of red to her cheeks. She wore a mangled heart locked around her neck and a green and yellow sweater.
She had a set of wolf ears and tail, just like her. Except, they were black.
The wolf was well muscled with similar red eyes. A blaze of dirty white stood out on its forehead among its black body.
Frisk gulped.
It looked like the amalgamated wolf…
The girl smiled, showing off sharp teeth.
"You already know me, and I already know you, Frisk."
Frisk's ears flattened.
"No, I don't know you!"
"I am Chara. You know that, silly white wolf."
"Ch-Chara?" Frisk blinked.
She remembered Flowey's cowering face.
The first fallen human…
Chara blinked slowly, and her gaze was chilling.
"Yes, you've finally gotten it. How very smart, white wolf."
"White wolf?" Frisk had meant to think it, but the thought suddenly verbalized.
Chara chuckled deeply.
"Here we meet at the boundaries of your mind and the physical realm. Your thoughts are just as real as your words. And your soul is a white wolf, is it not? Shining with kindness and mercy… save for the one splotch of darkness, that is."
Frisk took a breath.
"…" Frisk stared at Chara, trying to find what it was about her…
"Why are you here?" She finally asked.
Chara crossed her arms and closed her eyes.
"I was given form after being shattered in the Core. However, being shattered with that much Determination allowed the pieces of my soul to pull together and stay in this world, albeit as a spirit. This form is not… suitable, for me. Not for my… plan."
"Plan? What do you want, and why am I involved?" Frisk bristled. She didn't like any of this. She just wanted to go back, back to the warm couch.
"I made a plan, long ago. A plan to save this world. In this world, destruction is on the same coin as creation, only on different sides. This world is ruined. By human filth, by darkness. I wish to create a world of my own… a perfect world. And to do that…"
Frisk felt increasing panic as a static noise hit her ears. It sounded like a broken TV, and it was more deafening than the silence from before. It sent a cold terror deep down to her core, and cold sweat was beading up on her neck.
Chara's form began to glitch, like a broken video game.
"I need to ERASE!"
Chara opened her eyes. Black liquid ran down her cheeks, and the wolf beside her snarled.
Frisk's breathing hitched as she took a step back.
"Y-y… you can't…no… s-stop!"
Her eyes were wide with terror, and her heart slammed against her ribs, like it was trying to escape from this demon.
Chara took a step forward.
"Oh my precious white wolf… so precious, so innocent. The answer is never mercy. To get anywhere, to get anything, something must be lost. Even if that is this world… to gain LOVE, we must K I L L. KkkiLl EeveRyTinG hEerrErr!" Static flashed over her face as her voice changed, glitched.
Frisk raised her arm protectively.
"Stay away from me!"
Chara kept on approaching, and Frisk scrambled back in desperate terror.
The wolf beside Frisk followed, cowering as Chara's wolf bared her fangs.
"WwhaT's wRonG Wh|t£ W0Lf? YyUo wonT F3El thIIINg!"
"I SAID STAY BACK!" Frisk screamed. The static sound was roaring now, and she covered her ears to try and block it out.
"cCowArd!"
Chara took one step too close.
Without a second thought, Frisk made her hand into a fist and threw it at Chara as hard she could, using all of her body behind it.
Chara's form faded slightly as her arm went right through.
Frisk fell to the ground.
There was a huge yellow star in front of her now. It had a red center, and a faint red glow seeped through the rest of the star as it fluttered.
"This is the }UlTrA SssAv3. It exists here, only. Now."
Frisk felt a foot press into her back, and her heart leaped.
"Oh no oh no oh no…" Frisk's frantic thoughts came out as words.
Chara bent down to her ear, and whispered into it.
"Time to RESET."
Frisk lost all feeling of her body as everything faded away in front of her eyes.
…
Frisk smelled something sweet in the air. A floral scent.
Everything was cold.
Why am I so cold? Frisk asked. She had the feeling she was warm a little bit ago. Where was she? Did she die while falling down the hole?
Frisk opened her eyes.
She was laying in a patch of big powder blue flowers. It was soft.
A shaft of sunlight reached down from the roof, warming her face.
Frisk tried to move her hand and bring it up to her head.
Only, she couldn't move.
Her heart jumped as she tried harder. Her arm felt like led. It wouldn't…
Since when were you in control?
Everything came rushing back.
I'm… I'm… this is… no… please, oh god no!
She was back…
Did she just erase everything?
Everything?
Frisk felt a horrible wave of pain and grief.
Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Rocky…
Sans…
Everything was gone.
Suddenly, Frisk stood up.
She didn't move her own body, though…
She could feel her body, but someone else was moving it. Like a puppet.
Ch-Chara? Are you…
Yes. This vessel… it's in my control now.
Chara brought her hand up and wiped Frisky forehead.
Frisk couldn't cry. All this pain, and she couldn't cry…
N-no… p-please, bring it back, PLEASE!
Why? You won't have to do anything. I will kill for you, dear white wolf.
There was a tiny meow from below.
Chara turned her head down.
Storm? How is he…
It was the little kitten. He looked scared and confused.
Hmmm, seems the kitten has an anti-time ability. He retains his memory and stays nearest the person he was with last. Too bad it's useless.
Don't hurt him… please… Frisk begged.
Chara smirked, and Frisk felt her mouth twisting against her will.
Don't worry, it's not worth it. Completely useless…
Storm padded Frisk's foot, meowing again.
Chara kicked him off without a second thought and began walking down the hallway.
Frisk felt another pang of pain.
Storm… I love you… I'm sorry. Please know this isn't me, please…
The kitten cried out questioningly before following, but keeping a distance. He was unsure.
Flowey was where he had first been.
"… Chara? Is that you?" His eyes scanned Frisk's face.
Chara grinned.
"Yes. I have taken this vessel as my own. To… save this world."
Flowey smirked.
"I'm glad it's you this time! Then, let's go… what a wonderful idea, friend!"
Flowey disappeared with an ear splitting laugh.
Frisk was cold to the bone.
What are you going to do… she whimpered.
You will see soon, White Wolf. You will not be white much longer.
Chara waited. Soon, Asgore came.
Frisk felt a rush of nostalgia and sadness seeing the old kings face. So kind…
"Oh? A human! Are you alright, little one?" He rushed over.
Chara was still smiling.
Watch close, wolf.
Chara had a blade.
Where did she have a blade?!
It seemed to materialize from nothing, and there was a slight pain in Frisk's fingertips from it being summoned.
Frisk felt a growing horror and tried again to move. But she was trapped down, her body controlled by Chara now.
She was powerless as Chara raised the blade and cut across Asgore's throat in a single swipe.
His eyes widened and he fell to his knees, blood pouring from his torn throat. Blood dripped for, his mouth.
She could do nothing as the light in his kind eyes faded and his body turned to dust.
…
Sans woke with a start.
He felt disoriented…
What day was it? Saturday, right? He just came home from a party… no, that was wrong. It was supposed to be Monday!
Sans groaned and rubbed his head. He grabbed his phone and turned it on, wincing at the light.
No, it was certainly Monday.
The skeleton sat up, realizing his clothes were different.
Wait, hadn't that shirt gotten ruined by blood?
Sans froze.
No… it couldn't be…
Everything came back. Frisk. The human. Everything that happened between them…
Sans couldn't move as he realized.
Reset.
Sans rushed out of bed faster than he ever had before.
"FRISK!?"
He looked over the railing down into the living room.
The couch was empty.
Papyrus came out of his room, looking puzzles.
"What is it brother? You look frightened! Did you have a bad dream? What is a Frisk?"
Sans looked down, eye sockets wide.
"N-nothing, bro… I'm cool. Just need a little snack, that's all."
"Well, hurry up! We've gotta get to Snowdin Forest to keep watch for humans!"
Sans walked back into his room and laid his head in his hands, shaking.
It was worse than he thought…
Why would she do this to him? Was she unhappy? Or…
What if something happened with the resets, and-
The thought left Sans cold to the bone.
…
He remembered how much of a pain that door was.
It hurt to lean against. But, better than nothing, right?
He stared intently ahead, listening to try and hear her coming.
She'd come, right?
What if it was a few days before she got out?
Sans shook himself.
No, she'd come today, he knew it.
She had to.
It felt like days he was there in the soft falling snow, waiting… waiting…
Sans jolted as he sensed something.
It was quiet footsteps… almost silent. They didn't sound like Frisk's, but…
They had to be.
Just in case Sans hurried behind a tree, peering out from the shadows.
The door groaned as it was pushed open.
Frisk rushed out. She was back in her old sweater, though it looked a little gray…
Was that dust?
Sans shook his head and rubbed his eye sockets. No… this was Frisk. She wouldn't have monster dust on her. Must be dirt.
Frisk was moving differently. Frisk normally moved with overthought steps, not naturally paced. This was calm yet brisk, full of purpose. It reminded him of one animal hunting another.
Sans swallowed and began to follow. He got behind her at the bridge, just like last time.
She froze, just like last time. He sensed no fear.
"Human… Frisk. Remember me?"
Something was wrong. Something screamed in his skull. Something was chilling him down to the marrow. He could see his ghost wolf from the corner of his eye, and he wasn't happy.
"Turn around… buddy." Sans's voice was quiet.
Her ears twitched slightly, and for a moment Sans swore they turned black.
Frisk turned around slowly.
Sans's breath stopped.
It was Frisk, but… so, so different. Her eyes were no longer that deep shade of green he couldn't get enough of… they were red. Crimson red. Her right eye wasn't a normal human eye, it was an actual wolf eye. Black and all. Black liquid dropped from it and ran down her cheeks.
She had a small grin and a darkness in her eyes that made him start shaking unconsciously.
"Of course I do."
OH NO
HIT THE ABORT BUTTON, MISSION ABORT MISSION ABORT
Dear god are things going down hill. I actually got goosebumps thinking of Chara… ugh.
Scawy woof.
Just so you know when it says Chara, it's referring to Frisk's body being controlled by Chara.
Welcome to the genocide.
I was thinking of actually having the rest through Sans's pov. Because there's not too much point in writing everything in from Frisk's POV. Just major deaths… until a certain point.
What will happen? Stay tuned :)