Chapter 44:

Handy Trash

I, or Chara as me, laughed and reached for the nearest object to become a weapon. Unfortunately, being that we were within a wall of a kitchen, it wasn't surprising they found a knife close by. They took a lunge at Sans, who was quick to react and jumped out of the way.

"Miss me trash bag?" Chara grinned, using the knife to wave in greeting.

His eyes darkened and one turned a crystal blue. "Chara."

Gaster cast his hands forward again to grab my/Chara's wrists but Sans threw bones his way. Chara took the opening and dove forward once more. In a flash Sans was gone, using his ability to get behind me. He used his blue attack to hold me to my spot and tried to move his attention to his father. Bones and hands flew at each other for a solid minute before Chara broke free once more. As Sans went to fix the issue, Gaster took off in a black mist, gone from the room. Cursing under, Sans was now left to deal with Chara.

"Give me back Frisk." Sans stated.

It was easy to see he wasn't going to stand for Chara as his girlfriend, but right now he had no way of switching us out.

Being trapped in a blue aura that held them a few feet off the ground, Chara spoke. "Too bad. She's mine."

I yelled at Chara, hoping it might do something, but they brushed it off. There had to be a way to gain back control, at least for now.

Chara smirked at Sans, "Now go play with Daddy while I dust the place."

"I doubt you'll clean the place up. Now. Give. Me. Frisk." He growled.

I dug deep into my soul and tried to find an answer. Chara's soul was attaching itself to mine , slowly suffocating it with LV. I needed to pry myself from them and become free. I couldn't host two souls in one body. If I tried, it'd kill me. Our souls were side by side, a dark menacing red soul next to a bright shiny one. One was going to overpower the other at some point, darkness over light or light over darkness. Using all my will I put some space between the two, enough to allow me control over my bright soul once more. I could only hope I could make it last a while.

Imagine being shocked by a light socket or tasered, that was the feeling of regaining control of your body and soul. My legs went numb and turned to jelly, probably sending me on a one-way trip to the floor if Sans hadn't been holding me in place. As soon as he noticed the change of character he released me, saving me with his arms from the floor.

"Frisk...?"

"Sans, I think we have a lot on our plate."