I don't know how I should do this. I don't want to write it all from Frisk's perspective, but I don't want to do it all from Sans's perspective either. I am leaning more towards Sans since we already know the deal with Frisk/Chara. I don't know…
I hope I didn't horribly screw it up, lol.
"Of course I do."
Her voice was cold.
Sans took a step back, bones shaking so bad they were clacking together.
"What… what happened to you?" His eyes were wide. He could see her soul wolf now too, and it was splotched in black. It held her same look, baring its teeth in a cruel snarl.
No breath billowed from her mouth. Her skin was paler than usual.
"Nothing, comedian. Nothing at all." She turned and started walking away.
Is that… really Frisk? Sans's mind was at war with itself.
He took a small step forward.
"Frisk! Wait! Nothing my ass! Why did you do this?!" His voice had an edge to it now. He was hurt… and pissed.
If this was Frisk, what the fuck was she doing?
If not, who the fuck did this to his Frisk?
Frisk stopped momentarily.
"Why, I'm saving you. I'm saving this wretched world."
She continued walking.
"What do you mean?! What the fu-"
A tiny mew cut him off.
Sans turned to find Storm- how was he here?- huddled in the snow, blue eyes wide. He was shaking.
Storm? How is he… timeline inaccuracies?
Sans glanced from the shaking kitten to the quickly disappearing form of Frisk.
Frisk wouldn't… leave Storm, right? She loved the little furball. She'd never…
It can't be her. It can't be. Sans told himself firmly. But his eyes wouldn't believe him…
He bent down and picked up the cold kitten.
"Looks like it's up to you an' me to figure this out, huh?" He said sadly.
Storm just gazed forlornly after Frisk, and if cats could cry Sans was sure he'd be right now.
…
Sans paced in his room, unable to rest. His soul ached, and his mind spun.
Storm sat on his bed. He didn't care anymore. He had more… important things to worry about.
Why did she reset? What had happened to her eyes? Was it her? It had to be her. But it couldn't be…
It hurt so bad. Sans really, really wanted to distract himself with some pain, but…
He had to stop that. He had talked to Frisk, he had to stop hurting himself.
But Frisk's gone.
He just wanted to wake up in bed again and find this was all a dream. He wanted to kill that damn human and hold her close at the same time.
Storm's eyes followed him as he paced around his messy room, stepping over clothes and other trash. The kitten had been uncharacteristically shy and quiet. The thing must be scarred for life.
Sans looked out the window. It was getting dark.
It was around the time Papyrus had brought the human back last time…
Wait.
That wasn't the right human.
Sans froze. His bones locked in dread.
Something screamed at him, intuition.
Something was wrong.
Horribly.
Sans dashed out the door the second time that day, going as fast as his skeleton legs could take him.
Gotta tell Paps to stay away, Gotta get him home, gotta figure out this mess.
He noticed Snowdin was oddly empty.
The wind blowed as he neared the bridge.
He looked down and realized there were footsteps through the snow, Frisk's.
Crunching distracted him.
He turned around briskly.
"Paps- oh…"
It was Rocky. His eyes were low and sad.
"Are you Sans?"
"Yeah. I don't have time, I'm looking for-"
"Everyone who has gone into Snowdin Forest today was found dead." The dog said flatly. "The Royal Guard has received orders to prevent any pedestrians from going in and to investigate. They say a human was sighted."
Sans felt his soul go cold.
What?
Papyrus couldn't… Frisk would never…
Why hadn't he thought of this before!?
Sans turned and started sprinting, ignoring the dog completely.
no No NO!
Paps can't be dead a second time!
He kept going, though it got darker and darker…
He stopped as a blaze of red came into view just beyond the ice puzzle.
He walked up to his brothers remains… feeling like he was in a trance.
Papyrus's scarf shook with the cold wind, and the snow was stained gray with dust. Most of it had blown away.
Sans dropped to his knees, feeling like his soul was being ripped apart.
Dear god, did he want to end it. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to die!
But all he could think of was determined green eyes telling him everything would be okay and familiar hands pulling the bone away from his soul.
…
Chara yawned. Frisk was tired.
She couldn't understand. Frisk couldn't understand.
Her soul felt like it was being torn in two. She couldn't stop thinking of Papyrus, his kind face, his arms outstretched in acceptance as Chara had-
Wait, didn't she do that?
It was her body, she could feel every move. She could feel the dust on her hands. She could feel the tiredness in her limbs, though… she had started to feel an odd numbness in her body.
It was the worst feeling ever to feel so much pain, to hurt so much inside and not be able to cry or do anything to release it. She was a puppet.
Chara had laughed. Laughed over his dust. Had Frisk laughed?
She wanted to go back.
Chara played with the blade, running Frisk's finger along the edge. It left a small cut, blood dripping from the tiny wound.
Chara smiled and licked the cut.
How lovely. I can hardly feel a thing, can you?
Frisk didn't respond.
I have made astounding progress. My LOVE has gone up significantly… well, I guess it's your LOVE too. Really, this is all yours. This blood, this body… these sins. Chara chuckled and looked back down at the fire she had built.
Frisk couldn't stand it. But she couldn't do anything about it.
She would have shuddered if she could, thinking off all the dust, all the blood…
There was rustling ahead.
Chara looked up, smile never leaving her lips.
Oh? Another treat? How delightful…
Frisk felt her soul drop as Rocky came out from the brush.
She didn't know if she wished to see recognition on his face, or for him to never remember her again.
Rocky… run! Frisk realized Chara was moving her body.
Rocky held up his spear.
"By the name of the Royal Guard, Human, you are required to come with me!" Any friendliness she remembered was gone.
Chara stood.
Rocky took this as a surrender and walked over, sniffing.
Rocky, No! Frisk tired to talk. It was no use…
"You know, little dog… maybe you'll find a mate… in another life!"
Rocky tilted his head before realizing and trying to leap away as Chara swung at him.
Frisk wished she could close her eyes or turn away.
Rocky didn't deserve this. Papyrus didn't deserve this.
No one deserved this.
…
Sans couldn't tell if hours or days passed. Everything was hazy and gray. Nothing seemed bright anymore, and the silence in the house was too loud.
Storm didn't meow or cry anymore. The kitten just sat next to him and stared blankly at the wall.
Frisk had done so much to save Papyrus before… even killed herself to reset. Why would she kill him with her own hand now?
The TV was on. At least it was a tiny distraction, though… he couldn't focus on it for long. He had a vague thought he should probably eat or drink something… but he couldn't muster the energy to get up.
Not like the thought of food was appealing anymore.
Mettaton was rather grim for the news, and Sans couldn't blame him. He noticed this was the same clip from earlier this morning. Must not be anything new to comment on.
"A human has been spotted once around Snowdin. They are confirmed to be the one involved in the recent mass murder of many monsters in the regions of Snowdin and surrounding. Many Royal Guard members have been killed, as well as brave passerby such as a monster named Undyne, whose sacrifice has allowed us to confirm through leftover blood in the area of the fight. Monsters are urged to follow Doctor Alphys and Captain Dogamy into shelter at once, and to not go out alone. They human was last sighted in westward Blizzardland."
Sans huffed. Yet another past friend lost to… whoever the hell. All logic dictated it was Frisk, but… his heart wouldn't let him believe it.
"… pathetic, huh. I let my guard down… and this is what I get. That's where caring gets you." Sans grumbled, perhaps to Storm or just no one in particular. He was actually somewhat grateful for the kittens company… it felt like he was going through the same thing Sans was. And frankly, he had nothing to hide from anyone anymore…
His phone started to ring again, and he knew who it was. Alphys had been calling and calling.
Storm looked down at his pocket and padded it with his paw.
Sans looked down numbly. It was getting annoying…
He finally pulled it out with as minimal effort as possible and hit receive call.
"…what." He was sure his voice was as hollow as he felt.
"Oh my god, Sans… finally. I was getting worried…" Alphys sounded clogged. No doubt from Undyne's death.
"About what? Tons of other people died already, what's it matter if another joins 'em."
"Sans! Don't talk l-like that! L-look… I k-know how you feel… I… I-I'm sorry about… but I w-was looking through my data, a-a-and s-something's not right… time is all m-messed u-up…"
"Figures. I know that already."
"I-I know… so… I-I need to a-ask you something…"
"Alphys, I'm staying here." Sans growled.
It sounded like Alphys was pacing on the other side.
"That's n-not… w-we need y-your help… Silver i-is d-dead, a-and the human is getting closer to t-the capital… Mettaton is a-waiting for t-them… b-but he s-says he can only s-stall… we need you, Sans… to help us."
Sans closed his eyes.
"So you want me to fix your mess?"
"N-no… We need you to save monsterkind, Sans. Y-you're the strongest…."
"King?"
"H-he's guarding the s-souls…"
"Cause he's a coward. He doesn't want to leave that damn throne."
"Sans, please…" Alphys was crying now, he could hear horribly suppressed sobs on the other side. "I-I know how much Papyrus m-meant to y-you… but doesn't e-"
"You don't get it! He wasn't the only thing I lost! And There's nothing I can do!" Sans yelled, making Storm jump in surprise.
Alphys was quiet for a moment.
"B-but S-Sans…"
"But nothing! You'll never get it! I'm the only one who ever will, and you don't understand how painful that is! So just let me suffer in peace! Either fix your own fucking problems for once or just deal with it!"
Storm was cowering at the opposite side of the couch.
"… at least I try, Sans. A b-bystander who does nothing is just as guilty as the criminal… I c-can't force you… but I feel like this is just as important to you as it is to the rest of monsterkind. Goodbye, Sans."
The phone clicked off as Alphys ended the call.
Sans let the phone slip out of his hand.
He shouldn't feel anything now…
So why did he feel so much pain?!
Storm mewed quietly and looked at him with his wide blue eyes. Sans could see his ghost wolf form on the other side.
Sans grabbed his skull forcefully.
Damn these animals…
Sans felt a twinge of anger.
She was the reason he was like this!
But… was it her?
He needed to know…
Sans groaned and forced himself up, and the kitten followed him silently.
…
Frisk would never had guessed Mettaton could be so… selfless? Brave? Neither?
She never thought he could transform, either… he looked almost like the statues in MTT, except with wings and cannons… leopard parts and all.
But Chara had gotten too strong. One blow was all that was needed.
Frisk's body felt like ice. Numb, cold. She had been cold ever since Chara took over… no warmth.
Frisk had stopped struggling a long time ago. Chara was getting stronger and stronger… the more she struggled the more it hurt. Undyne had been by far the toughest… she had an unnatural amount of Determination for a monster. She just wouldn't die… Frisk had hoped that Undyne would kill her. But no- Chara kept going till Undyne died of her own Determination.
Silver had been almost as tough. In the rough Blizzardland, fighting in the snow… Frisk had thought Silver would win, but...
The dog pack came. The second Chara looked at them they had fought alongside her and tore Silver to shreds…
Toriel's dying face was etched into her mind, so full of guilt and grief…
Chara stepped over the shards of metal left from Mettaton, some of them cutting through Frisk's worn down shoes and cutting her foot. It didn't hurt… Frisk didn't know what was happening. Chara had called it EXP and LOVE… she didn't know what that meant. Frisk didn't care…
She just wanted to fade away.
Everything she had worked so hard to save, the people she had grown so close too…
All gone in the span of about three days.
Chara hardly ever stopped to rest. Frisk's body was tired and battered from all the walking and fighting… but the growing numbness had started covering that as well.
They went through an elevator beyond the end of the Core. It was a long, melancholy ride… the elevator spat and rumbled in effort to make the journey.
It was so cold out here…
The elevator finally sputtered to a stop, and Chara walked out silently. Frisk didn't know her body could be this quiet, but… it made sense when being controlled by a spirit.
The path they arrived on was long and narrow, held above what she assumed was the capital. Everything was quiet and empty… what she had thought was the life of the underground was lifeless. There was no snow here, only ridiculously freezing air and harsh wind.
The path was made out of rough blue bricks. It was long and winding, leading up to a pointed building. Behind it Frisk could see a magnificent blue tower, cracked and ancient looking. It got darker and darker as it reached up, and she couldn't see the top that disappeared into the darkness.
Finally… the Royal Tower…a top it sits the king and the Wolf stone… also known as the Crystal of the Moon… there, I will reach the peak of my power… and with it, we can erase this world…
"Hey, Chara!"
Flowey…
Flowey popped up by Chara as she kept walking, through the winding hallways. There was a stairway that lead down to a lower level that looked like Asgore's basement.
Flowey followed, going into the ground and popping back up a few feet away.
"This is so exciting… hehehehe… you know Chara, I'm glad you're back. I remember… when I first woke up, after being dusted. I was so afraid, Chara. I had no arms, no legs… I cried out for help. But… nobody came."
What? What is he… Frisk didn't understand. What did he mean? What sort of past did Chara and Flowey share… made sense, the two evilest people she knew also knew each other.
Chara kept walking, virtually ignoring the flower.
"Eventually, Dad came. I told him what happened, and… he took me back. But, I couldn't feel anything. No love, or joy, or happiness… I had no emotions, Chara. So I went to her… I thought Mom of all people would be able to make me feel, but… she failed."
Dad? Mom? Flowers have parents?
"So I went to join you again… but as I left this mortal world, I thought- what happens after you die? I got scared, and, suddenly, I was back in the garden. Where I first woke up. I had Reset. I found I had full control of the timeline. I could Save and Reset and Load. I have read every book, and burned every book. I've done everything this world has to offer… but I never could predict you! I've been waiting for you… trying to bring you back… and failed, time and time again. And… you know, now that I think about it… just living on the surface with you, Chara… that seems okay."
Chara stopped. Frisk could feel a dark aura around her…
Flowey… this is all your fault and I hate you… but you might want to leave… She'll kill you… and everyone. She killed everyone.
"The best thi- hey. What's with the face?" Flowey asked.
You… have forgotten… wretched creature. You are nothing to me…
Flowey couldn't hear Chara talking in her head, but he started to shake.
"S-stay back! Chara, what… wait… you're still not the Chara I knew, are you? I don't like this anymore! Just… just go back! Chara?" Chara took a step forward.
"GO BACK!" Flowey shouted before fleeing underground.
Chara dismissed him with a huff.
Worthless coward.
He… he really likes you… and he looked up to you. Is that why he did all this, for a demon like you? Frisk asked nastily.
I don't know him. He is not Asriel. He is simply a soulless flower. Nothing more. And I may be a demon… but at least I don't come when called, like you, White Wolf.
Frisk wondered who Asriel was while mentally wincing.
Did she… did she kill them? Was it Chara, or her?
Is this hate I feel mine? All this… is it mine?
Chara walked on in the silence. The footsteps echoed through the emptiness.
They turned and entered a huge hall. The floor was made of shiny pale blue panels, and the walls out of the same blue bricks as the path. The hall was lined with windows to one side. It was dark outside, so the only light was the bright blue flames from the torches mounted on each of the pillars lining the walls. Little blue dots of magic danced through the air carefree, as if the horrible darkness of the world around them was nothing more than an illusion.
There was someone standing in the hall.
Frisk's soul leaped as she realized who it was in cold terror.
Sans.
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Help me.
This got so dark and I love it. And hate it.
Frisk doesn't know wtf to think anymore and neither does Sans. Also… theorize whatever you will about Alphys, and what the end of her phone call meant ;).
Remember Frisk has no idea who Asriel is.
Get ready for a bad tiiiiiiiime, next chapter!
Listening to Jenny's fan cover of megolovania is also a just for next chapter. It's actually how I imagine Frisk's voice to be like. Well, as close to the voice in my head for her anyways. How do the characters come off in your head?
R.I.P: Rocky, Papyrus, Silver, Toriel, Mettaton, Asgore, all the other monsters, Sans and Frisk's friendship and possibly Flowey's roots because if flowers could pee he'd have peed his roots back then XD