'thoughts'
"Speech"
"Other"
Being forced back in time is not a pleasant feeling, and Chara can attest to that. Of course this is assuming you can live that experience, most can't.
It's as if something is trying to forcefully make you forget everything after the last SAVE POINT. However, if your someone like Chara, the sensation is little more than an insignificant headache.
This time is different.
Something just feels off. She can't really describe it accurately. It's just different, and that is a problem.
After what, hundreds, thousands, of RESETS, one would think that Chara Dreemurr would know everything about the Underground, about the strange power that keeps her in this never ending hell.
Apparently not.
So she wasn't too surprised when she opens her eyes and see that she's not in Judgment hall, but some darkly lit metal corridor lined with consoles and other miscellaneous materials. Of course the surprise is still there because something like this has never happened before. Not when Frisk first fell into the Underground, not when she got to the barrier, not after her first reset, not after the Genocide, and not when she regained some measure of "morality."
Not wanting to dwell on the past, Chara moves down the hallway, with each step echoing throughout the passageway.
After a short walk, Chara freezes.
A few feet in front of her is a small pool of blood. That sets off multiply alarm bells in her head, as the only people who bleed in the Underground are Frisk and Sans, everyone else simply turns to dust after they take to much damage.
Now more wary, Chara continues until she finds a large mechanical door blocking her path, with a button to the right of it. Pressing the button causes the door to slowly open upwards into the ceiling, allowing light to flood in and temporarily blinding her.
Opening her eyes Chara prepares to continue walking only to stop in pure shock.
Ahead of her is an enclosed walkway leading to identical mechanical door as the one she just opened. The walkway gives her a view of what's outside of her current residence.
A very large desert can be seen below, along with two cliff sides that the walkway she's currently on connects.
Chara pays no attention to this.
Instead her focus is on the clear blue sky above.
'I'm on the fucking OVERWORLD.'
A million different thoughts go through her head, causing her to almost pass out from the flow of information going through her head.
'This isn't real, this isn't real' she tries to assure herself.
"It was Real~"
On the verge of a panic attack, Chara jumps from the inhuman voice inside her head.
'Who are you, what is this place?'
"Slaves. We are Slaves~"
The sound of gunfire, a sound Chara have not heard since she watched that action movie when she was still alive in the Underground, interrupts her before she can respond.
Suddenly she moves towards the other side of the catwalk, not of her own free will, but automatically, like someone is controlling her. Now the door stands right in front of her, with the sound of battle coming from beyond it.
Unable to move back, Chara slowly brings her hand to the button and presses it.
After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opens revealing what's on the other side.
Humans. All dead, killed by either bullet wounds and or blunt force trauma. Blood and entrails cakes the entire hallway.
The humans are all wearing pitch black uniforms sporting armor protecting their vital organs. Goggles can be seen on all of the dead spec ops, with rifles and pistols scattered around the floor, or in some cases still in there dying grips.
Chara has seen blood, Frisk has been killed more times than she can count, weather it be from impalement, laser's, magic, or any other attack thrown at her. But this is on a completely new scale. There's just so much. It almost makes her sick. Sure their humans, but the sight still give off bad vibes.
"This was where it began, this is where it began..."
A new figure can be seen walking through the bloodshed.
Covered in blood, garbage, and so many other things that she can't put a name to, the new figure looks a lot more like a soldier you would see in those action movies she used to watch. With a slim vest covering his entire torso, tied up combat boots, and wearing a green camouflage uniform. A tool wrench is gripped in one hand, and a large pistol in the other.
The most striking detail however, is the head.
A gas mask with green lenses and a helmet cover his face, leaving only his neck and black hair visible.
A groan is heard from below Chara's feet. One of the humans is still alive.
"We are all slaves,"
The soldier walks up to the dying man, and aims his pistol at the person below him.
"But he will set us ALL free."
A loud bang is heard before Chara's vision fades to black.
In a never ending void, a V-22 Osprey flies forward with an unwilling occupant.
It's been an hour since Adrian Shephard beat the giant worm that threatened all of Black Mesa. It's been an hour since the nuclear warhead went off, killing everyone except him. It's been an hour since that businessman placed him on this never ending flight.
And in that time, Shephard has had nothing to do, but remember everything.
His life as an orphan, the time he joined the marines, The Livonian "incident", the death of all of his squadmates, Training for the HECU, and finally, Black Mesa. So much, in so little time.
He's 19 for fucks sake and he probably has the highest kill count of any US soldier in history if you count interdimensional aliens.
It doesn't matter now. He stuck because some teleporting, lawyer thinks he's too much trouble.
And as if on cue, the cockpit door open to reveal a swirling ball of green energy with the same "man" from an hour ago walking through.
"Corporal Shephard, we meet again. I apologize for the long wait, I simply had other...eh loose ends."
If he could, Shephard would get up and punch the bastard, scream at him, anything. But he can't, for something stops him from being able to move, to speak.
He can only listen.
"I do however bring news that you will find… delightful. For you see, my employers have a task that needs to be done, and well, I thought that you would be the perfect choice for completing said task, and they agreed."
The lone HECU soldier stays silent, glaring at the thing in front of him, for that's all he can do.
"The task, should you choose to accept it, is to bring to us six items of high value to my employers, as they've been creating some… distractions."
The thing brings it's hand up, a cartoonish shaped heart hovering over it.
"To acquire these items, you must go through several um… obstacles. How you deal with these… challenges is up to you. I assure you that this will be quite an easy assignment for someone of your caliber."
The force holding Adrian down is suddenly gone. Noticing this, the soldier stands. Nodding to the monster disguised as a man, as doing anything else would simply be futile.
"I knew you would make the right choice."
He steps aside, heart still hovering above his hand.
Adrian Shephard, walks towards the green ball of energy coming from the cockpit door.
Looking back to the interdimensional businessman, only to see that damn smirk that it always have..
Before he can take another step, the monster speaks.
"Till we meet again Corporal, and remember to… stay determined throughout your travels." The thing chuckles.
So Adrian, hoping there will be something on the other side to get him out of this hell, walks through the portal, causing everything to flash green and then suddenly dark.
"Rise and Shine Corporal Shephard, Rise and Shines."
Sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy.
