(AN) So just a little heads up, my attempt at using Wingdings this chapter kinda made my google docs a little glitchy, so I couldn't get my spell checker to work on this chapter. Also, I don't think the Wingdings is even going to be fully work on FFN, because I did a little test and it seems like half of it disappears when put on FFN. So towards the bottom of the chapter I have a little translation key that goes in order of what Gaster says. So the first translation will be the first sentence he says. That's all I really have to say right now besides I really enjoyed making this chapter and God bless.
Jeremiah was roused out of his sleep by someone shaking his shoulder. "What is it?" He groaned out, his eyes still closed. "Brother Gable needs someone to deliver this mail to Father Greene, and seeing that you're doing nothing but sleeping…" Jeremiah sighed and pulled himself out of the bed, doing his best to not glare at Brother Cross. Brother Cross was always looking to shirk some duty into Jeremiah, if Jeremiah was meaner, he would accuse Brother Cross of being slothful. But Jeremiah liked to think Brother Cross just really trusted him to get the job done.
As soon as he was standing up, Brother Cross pushed a small bundle of letters into his hand. Some of them looked like they were written on the finest of papers, while others were clearly just written over the ancient currency known as the Dollar. "Do you know who the letters are from?" Jeremiah asked Brother Cross. The older man just shrugged. "None of my business." Jeremiah looked up at Brother Cross then looked back down at the letters. Who in the world would be sending letters to a random monk in a monastery in the middle of nowhere? Not only that, they're obviously all from different people. "Can I read them?" Brother Cross scowled at him. "No." Jeremiah deflated slightly but he figured he could just ask Father Greene about it.
It didn't take Jeremiah long to reach Father Green's room. He knew he didn't need to, but he knocked on the door for politeness' sake. "Come on in." Jeremiah wasn't too surprised to hear Father Caiaphes instead of Father Greene. If Father Caiaphes was like his… well father, Father Greene would be like his grandfather. The pair were rather close with each other as well, Father Greene was the one who converted Father Caiaphes after all.
Jeremiah pushed the door open and stepped inside the room. The pair were in their usual position hunching over a desk, with Father Greene sitting in the chair facing towards the door, while Father Caiaphes had his back to the door. But they both looked up from the desk to look at him as he stepped into the room. Father Greene's eyes landed on the bundle of letters in his hand and he gave him a wide and toothless grin. "Brother Cross push his work onto you again?" Jeremiah hesitated for a moment before nodding. Father Greene let out a laugh. Father Caiaphes didn't seem to find it nearly as amusing. "He really needs to stop making children do his work for him." Father Greene let out another laugh. "But isn't that what you were just asking for permission to do?"
Jeremiah looked over at Father Caiaphas, confused as to what Father Greene was talking about. Father Caiaphes for his part just seemed slightly more annoyed. "I'm not looking to shirk my duties onto the boy, I just want him to have a chance to leave this place and get a chance to see something else besides dusty old books." Jeremiah just stared blankly at the pair, wondering what they could possibly be suggesting. Father Greene just waved his hand at Father Caiaphas dismissively. "I'm just teasing you. I realize we can't have the boy cooped up here for his entire life. Besides, I think you'll enjoy this Jeremiah." He turned around to face Jeremiah as he said the last bit. Jeremiah didn't know why, but he felt nervous as he asked. "What do you mean?" Father Greene, still smiling, answered his question with a question. "How do you feel about going on a mission trip?" Jeremiah's eyes became as wide as saucers. "Now?" He cringed almost as soon as he asked the question, he hadn't meant to yell it out. But the pair didn't seem to mind too much. Well, Father Caiaphes seemed annoyed but that seemed to be directed at Father Greene.
But when he turned his glare towards Jeremiah, it softened. "Of course not now. We won't be leaving until next month." Jeremiah shook slightly and asked in a voice barely above a whisper. "Leaving?" Father Caiaphes's glare fully disappeared and a soft smile took its place. "Me and Father Greene have been talking about this for a while now, and we both think this would be for the best for you. Not only that, we both fully believe you'll enjoy this. But we won't force you to go if you don't want to, the choice is ultimately yours after all." Jeremiah uncounsinly began to wring his hands and he suddenly found the floor very interesting. "I know I should go. But I have the Blight, won't that scare whatever savage tribe we're trying to convert?"
"Jeremiah! What did I tell you about using the S word?" Jeremiah looked up at the now irritated Father Greene in surprise, but he quickly realized his mistake. He looked over at Father Caiaphas and muttered out an apology. Father Caiaphas just laughed and said. "It's ok Jeremiah, no offense taken. I know I used to be the most savage of savages." Father Caiaphes had made that claim before, but always refused to elaborate on it. Jeremiah had a pretty strong feeling that it was just a joke, Father Caiaphes probably just used to be a herdsman or something. "Anyways, you don't need to worry about any of the members of the Thunderbird tribe. They're quite friendly to our missionaries so far and they don't have any major superstitions about the Blight. Not only that, I asked their Chief Judge if it was alright for you to come, and he said it was."
Jeremiah was silent. He knew what he wanted to do,
what he needed to do, but he didn't know if he had the courage. This would be the first time he had ever left home, going out into the vast wilderness to convert supposedly friendly savages. Eventually Father Caiaphes spoke up. "You don't have to decide now." Jeremiah sighed in relief. "Thank you." With that, Jeremiah went to leave the room, but Father Greene spoke up before he did. "Jeremiah?" Jeremiah turned around and saw Father Greene was holding up the bundle of letters. "Do you want to stay here and read some of these letters with me and Father Caiaphes?" Jeremiah smiled. "I would love to." He took a step forward and the world around him dissolved.
Jeremiah let out a yawn as he opened his eyes. "Sleep good?" Chara asked. Jeremiah nodded, causing Chara to feel smug. "I told you that you needed sleep." Jeremiah nodded again and admitted. "You were right, thanks for telling me about this spot." Chara felt slightly satisfied that she got him to admit he was wrong and told him it was no problem. He then got off the bench and started to leave the room. "Hey Chara, how long was I asleep?" He could feel Chara shrugging. "I don't know, it's not like I have a watch or something. It felt like an awful look time though. Then again, that could just be because I had nothing to do but sit and stare at you sleeping… so it was pretty boring. By the way, did you know, you snore really loudly?" Jeremiah blushed. "You could've just read my Bible if you were bored." Chara was silent for a moment before asking. "You do realize I don't have a body, right? I couldn't flip the pages… or even take it out of your bag." Jeremiah felt stupid for a moment but quickly recovered. "I could read it to you, if you like." Chara let out a nervous chuckle. "But then you won't be getting any sleep." Jeremiah shook his head. "No, I know I can't read it to you when I'm asleep, but I was thinking I could just read it to you later."
Chara was silent and he could tell she was uncomfortable. Jeremiah had no idea why though. He tried to come up with different reasons as to why she would be uncomfortable and he felt stupid once he realized it. She actually lived in ancient America, so she can definitely read ancient English way better than him. She probably just couldn't be bothered listening to someone butchering her language and was too embarrassed to tell him. Feeling humiliated, Jeremiah backtracked. "I can just flip the pages for you and you can read it." Chara hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Sure." Jeremiah's humiliation was dampened by his excitement. Finally, he had someone who wasn't an old man to be a Bible study partner with!
Jeremiah completed the bridge sprout puzzle with ease. Chara had taken back her earlier refusal to help but Jeremiah politely declined her help, wanting to do it on his own. He was telling Chara a joke about a Cowboy and a Mormon when he walked into the next room. The punchline died on his lips when he saw what was inside. "Oh… oh… oh my." Chara chuckled at his shock and asked rather proudly. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jeremiah didn't really need to answer her question because the answer was obvious. The roof of the room was covered in bright bluish silver gems that bathed the room in light. Being honest, if Jeremiah didn't know he was deep under a mountain, he could've easily mistaken them for stars. Did Saint Tolkien get the idea for the Silmarils from these gems?
He eventually forced himself to look away from the beautiful gems and tried to gather his wits. As he did so, he took note of a plaque that read, "Wishing room." He blinked in confusion. Chara took note of his confusion and explained. "Monsters have been trapped down here for a really long time. So most monsters have never seen an actual star before, they've only ever had these little gems. Not sure if they still do this, but back in my day they use to make wishes to these gems for freedom." Jeremiah frowned at what she said. The fact these savages believed in astrology shouldn't have surprised him, but it still left him feeling disappointed. But another thing she said disturbed him far more than monsters practicing astrology, something he needed to ask her about. "Chara… what do you mean by the monsters being trapped down here?"
He could tell Chara was surprised by his question, but she was quick to recover. "Well that's a bit of a long story. Do you remember how Toriel mentioned a war between humans and monsters?" Jeremiah was confused by the question but took a moment to try and remember what she was talking about. Once he did, he snapped his fingers. "I do. Wasn't that literally right before she revealed that she was a witch?" Chara groaned, she really didn't have time to debate her mother's innocence with Jeremiah. Well she actually did but it was starting to get extremely repetitive. "Yes, it was right before you took a panic attack and accused her of child murder." Jeremiah cringed slightly at the memory and tried to shove it out of his head as quickly as possible. It wasn't just because the memory made him feel guilty, he also needed to focus on the memory of that book she read to him. It didn't take him long to remember the part that would be relevant to his question. "The humans trapped them down here with magic?" He could feel Chara nodding. "But didn't Toriel say that war happened before Columbus landed?" Chara let out another sad sigh. "Yes."
Jeremiah did some quick mental math on how long that would've been at the least. The higher the number for how many years they've been trapped down here got, the more sick and empty he felt. "They've been stuck down here for at least a thousand years?" Chara nodded grimly, causing him to let out a small gasp of shock. Being stuck down here for a thousand of years without ever seeing the sun, moon, or stars… that's- "Terrible?" Chara finished. Jeremiah didn't respond, he just looked down at the ground sadly.
He stood there quietly for what seemed like forever, until he eventually asked. "Why would they trap them down here like that? I know that since they were using magic, whatever tribe locked them down here couldn't have been good people, but…" Chara answered before could finish asking his question. "The next room has a few plaques explaining the war a whole lot better than I can." Jeremiah sighed and gave the gems one last glance. Somehow, they seemed a lot less bright now.
He then went to leave the room. But when he went to go walk down the hallway that he assumed would be the exit, he saw a wall blocking his path. "It's a fake wall, just give it a little push and the exit will appear." He did as she said and lo and behold, an exit appeared.
Calling the next room just a room would be wrong. For starters, this was probably one of the bigger rooms Jeremiah had seen down here yet. Furthermore, it was less of a room and more of a lake with a wooden platform built on top of it. "Chara, do you think this is safe to walk on?" Chara just laughed and pointed out it couldn't be any worse than the bridge to Snowdin. Jeremiah winced at the memory and admitted she had a point. He took a step onto the wooden platform and started to slowly walk down it, making sure to only walk on the middle of the platform. He didn't want to fall into the water again and couldn't count on the River Person saving him a second time. It didn't take him long to reach the first of the plaques Chara had told him about. Written in ancient looking carvings were the words. "The war between humans and monsters." The softer side of Jeremiah tried to prepare himself for what had to be a tragic train wreck of a story that resulted in these poor souls being trapped down here. While the part of him that loved to study history was practically leaping with excitement.
Jeremiah took his time reading every single one of the plaques. Every sentence he read had left him with a million more questions. Questions like, Why did God make human souls stronger? Why would God create something capable of stealing someone else's soul? And finally, How does absorbing someone's else's soul make something stronger? He felt tempted to barrage Chara with all of those questions, but he stopped himself. Those five little plaques had given him a lot to think about, it would probably be for the best if he thought about what questions to even ask her first. Of course, that wasn't even getting started on the image of what a monster with a human soul looked like. The carving looked like something out of the nightmares of a madman, or maybe something from the deepest pits of Hell.
Chara had been silent ever since he started to read them, he figured she knew he had a lot to process. So they both continued on their journey silently. Jeremiah enjoyed the silence since it gave him time to think. So the humans were afraid of getting their souls stolen, understandable. Especially since the monsters are trying to steal my soul right now, and they've apparently already have done it six times before. Despite Jeremiah knowing it should be that simple, something was screaming at him it couldn't be that simple, there had to be more to this. Chara lived down here for a while, why didn't they kill her? Maybe they did and she just doesn't remember? Or maybe Toriel and her friend protected her… that seems likely. She also seems to think Asgore couldn't have murdered any children… maybe he protected her as well? It was at this point Chara chose to speak up. "I guess you could say the three of them protected me. Also I do remember how I died, it wasn't anything too crazy, I just got sick." She sounded nonchalant but Jeremiah could feel what she was saying was upsetting her. He was about to apologize when Chara told him not to bother.
The pair eventually reached the end of the bridge. What awaited them was another patch of tall purple grass that Jeremiah couldn't see the end of. Jeremiah couldn't help but be nervous as he walked through the grass, with how tall it was, he could never be certain if he was going the right way. Not only that, he had an odd feeling something else was in the grass… watching him. "Don't worry about it, I don't see anything in there with you." Jeremiah raised an eyebrow at Chara. "Can you see anything with all this grass?" Chara just let out a nervous chuckle, which he took as an answer. He started to walk faster. He looked from side to side, wondering if Papyrus or this Undyne person was waiting here to capture him. Jeremiah suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Did you hear that?" He asked Chara. Chara just sighed and asked. "Hear what?" Almost as soon as she asked, there was a rustling of grass followed by the sound of someone breathing. Chara's nonchalance vanished in an instant. "Ok, I would probably start running now." Jeremiah didn't need to be told, because he was already running away.
Jeremiah ran down the hallway as fast as he could. "Jeremiah you need to find someplace to hide!" "And where would that be?" He asked her in a panic. Chara was silent for a moment before shouting. "There's a door to your left!" He looked to his left and there was a white door, just like Chara said. He ran up to it and twisted the knob. At first, much to his dismay, nothing happened. But after the third attempt the door opened. He quickly ran inside and slammed the door shut.
Monster Kid just stared at the weirdo running down the hallway. "Wonder what got him so worked up?"
Jeremiah let out a sigh of relief as he locked the door. "Oh thank God we're safe." Chara let out a dark chuckle and said. "Not really, I was always going to be safe. I'm already dead, remember? So the only one who was in danger was you." Jeremiah turned around and gave Chara an unimpressed look. But almost as soon as he did this, he realized something pretty big. "Chara… why can I see you?" Chara looked down at herself, seemingly surprised. After a moment, she replied. "I don't know." Suddenly, Jeremiah could hear something or someone speaking in his head. "✋︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎⬧︎⬥︎ ︎❒︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ" He had no idea what they were saying and unlike when Chara spoke to him, it hurt to listen to. It felt like someone was trying to crack his skull open with a chisel. Chara didn't seem to be in any pain, but did seem worried about him. "Are you ok, what happened?" She offered her hand out to him, causing him to realize he had fallen on the ground. He accepted her hand and she helped pull him up. After a moment of trying to gather his wits, he answered her. "Yes, I'm fine. Did you hear that?" His answer just seemed to make her even more worried. "Hear what?" Jeremiah was just about to wonder if he had gone insane, when the words appeared again. "? ﾸﾎ□︎❒︎❒︎⍓︎? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎□︎⧫︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎◆︎❒︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ ✋︎⬧︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎□︎❒︎❍︎ □︎ ︎ ︎□︎❍︎❍︎◆︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎□︎■︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎⧫︎ ︎❒︎✍︎"
Unlike last time, when the words were formed in his head, this time they appeared in front of him and in midair. Chara took a step back, making sure to pull him with her. "Is that what you heard?" She asked. Jeremiah nodded. Chara was just about to reach for the doorknob when even more words formed in front of them. "? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ ◻︎●︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎ ︎□︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ●︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⍓︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎ ︎❒︎ ︎■︎✏︎ ︎⧫︎❼︎⬧︎ ⬧︎□︎ ●︎□︎■︎ ︎●︎⍓︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎✏︎" Chara stared at the words for a moment before she seem to remember something. Once she did, any worries she had evaporated. She let out a chuckle and nudged Jeremiah. "Don't worry about this guy, I can't believe I forgot about him." She then turned around to face the floating words. "Waddup G man? It's been a while. Where you at?" Jeremiah cringed at Chara's sudden loss of vocabulary, but felt some relief that she apparently knew this person. " ︎ ︎ ■︎□︎ ︎⧫︎❼︎⬧︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎? ﾸﾎ ? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ? ﾸﾎ? ﾸﾎ ◻︎●︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎ ●︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎□︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ⬥︎ ︎■︎⧫︎ ︎■︎⍓︎ ❖︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎⧫︎□︎❒︎⬧︎? ﾸﾎ"
Chara smiled and said, "So, you're at the back of the room?" Chara started to march towards the back of the room, still holding Jeremiah's hand, forcing him to come along with her. "Have to say, living in a random empty grey room in waterfall is kinda a downgrade from living in the royal lab. Did Papyrus force dad to fire you or something?" Jeremiah looked at Chara confused. "Dad?" He asked. She just ignored him. "? ﾸﾎ ︎□︎ ︎⬧︎ ◻︎ ︎◻︎⍓︎❒︎◆︎⬧︎✍︎ ︎□︎⬥︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ?￢ﾙﾓ︎■︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ︎□︎ ︎■︎⍓︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎✍︎ ⬥︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ? ﾸﾎ? ﾸﾎ ︎⬧︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ⬧︎ ︎■︎⬧︎❼︎⬧︎ ︎❒︎□︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❒︎✍︎" Chara stopped walking for a moment to read the words, but once she finished she frowned. "So Papyrus did force Dad to fire you. Also yes, they are brothers." Jeremiah blinked in surprise and looked at Chara. "Wait can you understand what he's saying?" Chara didn't ignore him this time, instead she flashed him a smug grin. "Yep, he used to be the royal scientist so me and my friend would visit a lot. He taught me how to read his language after I asked him."
" ︎□︎? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ■︎□︎ ⬧︎◆︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ✋︎ ?￢ﾗﾆ︎⬧︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ︎ ︎□︎□︎? □︎■︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ❍︎ ︎⧫︎⧫︎ ︎❒︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ □︎■︎●︎⍓︎ □︎■︎ ︎ ︎✏︎" Chara let out a whimsical sigh. "Thanks again for those lessons G man." Eventually they reached the end of the room, yet there was still no sign of this "G man." Jeremiah turned his head left and then right, but he still couldn't see Chara's friend. "Hey G Man, where are you?" There was a pause before more of the strange symbols appeared before them both. "? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎ ︎" Then with a pop, a pile of black ooze appeared in front of them. At the top of the ooze was a skull leaking what Jeremiah assumed to be more of said black ooze. Jeremiah felt his heart leap out of his chest and felt tempted to run away right then and there. It wasn't only because the person in front of him was so freaky looking, or even his sudden appearance, but something about him felt… off, like Jeremiah was looking at something that shouldn't exist. But Chara's apparent comfort being so close to this person stopped him, (also the fact she held his hand so tightly he couldn't let go was another reason). Chara let out a low whistle. "Woah, what happened to you, G Man?" Somehow, the skull's smile turned into a frown. Jeremiah wasn't sure if that should comfort him or freak him out.
"✋︎ ⧫︎❒︎ ︎◻︎◻︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎●︎ ︎■︎⧫︎□︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎◆︎⬧︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ●︎ ︎⌘︎⍓︎ ●︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎⬧︎ ︎⬧︎⧫︎ ︎■︎⧫︎ □︎ ︎ ❍︎ ︎■︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ⬧︎ ︎■︎⬧︎? ﾸﾎ ❒︎ ︎ ︎◆︎⬧︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ◻︎ ︎ ︎? ◆︎◻︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ⬧︎□︎ ︎? ﾟﾓﾬ︎" Chara's eyes widened. "Sans is your son? And he pushed you into the core? Why?" Jeremiah blinked in surprise and asked. "Wait, does that make Papyrus your son too? Why would he have her dad…" He glanced over at Chara. "Wait, if he was the royal scientist wouldn't the king be the one to fire him?" Chara winced as he asked the question but nodded anyway. "So does that make your dad the…" Chara nodded again but seemed annoyed. "Can we talk about this later?" Her voice didn't imply much of a choice so he nodded. She then turned back around to face the former scientist once again. " ︎□︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⍓︎ ︎❒︎ ︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎ ︎❒︎ ︎■︎? ﾸﾎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎? ︎□︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ︎■︎ ︎❼︎⬧︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎⧫︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ □︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ □︎■︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎⍓︎ ⬥︎□︎◆︎●︎ ︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎❖︎ ︎■︎ ︎□︎ ︎■︎⍓︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ⬧︎□︎❍︎ ︎□︎■︎ ︎ ❍︎◆︎❒︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ◻︎ ︎◻︎⍓︎❒︎◆︎⬧︎? ﾸﾎ ︎■︎⍓︎⬥︎ ︎⍓︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎❖︎ ︎■︎ ⬥︎ ︎■︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ⬧︎ ︎■︎⬧︎? ﾸﾎ ︎◆︎⧫︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎❍︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❍︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❍︎? ﾸﾎ ︎□︎ ●︎□︎□︎? ︎⧫︎ ❍︎ ︎✏︎ ⬧︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎⧫︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎❒︎□︎◆︎ ︎ ︎□︎◆︎⧫︎ ⬧︎◻︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎❍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎◆︎⬧︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎□︎◆︎●︎ ︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ◻︎ ︎ ︎? ◆︎◻︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❍︎■︎ ⬧︎□︎ ︎?￢ﾜﾏ︎"
Chara let out a gasp and a look of horror fell over her face. Jeremiah looked at her and asked rather nervously. "What did he say?" Chara didn't reply, instead she was shaking her head and muttering. "There's no way he would do that to mom." Jeremiah eventually had to shake her back to reality. She blinked in surprise before a look of anger fell upon her. She let go of Jeremiah's hand and pointed at the former scientist. "You homewrecker!" "? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎⧫︎✍︎" Jeremiah looked between the pair completely bewildered. "You just told me you and my dad had an affair and Papyrus and Sans were the result of it!" "? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎⧫︎✍︎" Jeremiah took a moment to process what such a relationship would entail and felt some bile come up his throat. "Wouldn't that make your dad a necrophile?" Chara whipped around to face him. "What?" She yelled at him. Jeremiah cringed and explained. "Well… he's a skeleton… a skeleton is just a really decomposed body… so if your father had a relationship with one… that would be considered necrophilia." Chara's expression became a strange mix of terror and anger.
Chara took a deep breath and Jeremiah realized he was about to get screamed at, when the homewrecker spoke up again. "✡︎□︎◆︎ ?￢ﾖﾠ︎□︎⬥︎ ⬥︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎✍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎? ︎□︎⧫︎ ︎ □︎ ︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎? ﾸﾎ ✋︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎□︎⧫︎ ︎□︎⬥︎ ❍︎◆︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ □︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ◻︎ ︎□︎◻︎●︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ✋︎❼︎●︎●︎ ︎ ︎◻︎◻︎ ︎●︎⍓︎ ︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ︎? ⧫︎□︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❒︎? ❖︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ⬧︎□︎ ︎ ︎□︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❒︎□︎◆︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎⧫︎⬧︎ ●︎ ︎?￢ﾙﾏ︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎? ﾸﾎ ︎□︎⬥︎ ⬥︎□︎◆︎●︎ ︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⧫︎⬥︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎⧫︎⬧︎ ?￢ﾙﾓ︎■︎ ︎●︎⍓︎ ●︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ❖︎□︎ ︎ ︎✍︎" Almost as soon as the words appeared, the floor underneath them vanished and they found themselves free falling into a dark abyss. They never even got a chance to scream before the world around them seemed to snap, and when they opened their eyes they were back in waterfall.
Jeremiah looked around in a panic. "How did we get here?" He asked Chara. Chara just stared at him in confusion. "We walked here, duh." Jeremiah's panic slowly disappeared… and despite his best attempts, he couldn't remember why he had been afraid in the first place. He let out an embarrassed chuckle and said. "Sorry, I don't know what just came over me." Chara shrugged. "Happens to the best of us." She then tried to put her hand on his shoulder, but her hand just went straight through it. She blushed and apologized but he told her it wasn't a big deal. Despite the fact that she was just a ghost only he could see, the idea of her being by his side and helping him the best she could, filled him Determination.
(AN) So I got this chapter done pretty quickly, that's mainly because I finished the first draft in one day, thank God. I really enjoyed making the Gaster scene, but I don't know if the Wingdings are going to work on , so I have a translation for what exactly Gaster is supposed to be saying below.
Gaster Translation
✋︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎⬧︎⬥︎ ︎❒︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ = "I︎ h︎a︎v︎e︎ the answer f︎o︎r︎ t︎h︎a︎t︎.
"? ﾸﾎ□︎❒︎❒︎⍓︎? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎□︎⧫︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎◆︎❒︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ ✋︎⬧︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎□︎❒︎❍︎ □︎ ︎ ︎□︎❍︎❍︎◆︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎□︎■︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎⧫︎ ︎❒︎✍︎" = "S︎o︎r︎r︎y,︎ I forgot t︎h︎a︎t︎ c︎a︎n︎ h︎u︎r︎t︎.︎ I︎s︎ t︎h︎i︎s︎ f︎o︎r︎m︎ o︎f︎ c︎o︎m︎m︎u︎n︎i︎c︎a︎t︎i︎o︎n︎ b︎e︎t︎t︎e︎r︎?︎"
"? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ ◻︎●︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎ ︎□︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ●︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⍓︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎ ︎❒︎ ︎■︎✏︎ ︎⧫︎❼︎⬧︎ ⬧︎□︎ ●︎□︎■︎ ︎●︎⍓︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎✏︎"= "Wait, Pleas︎e︎ d︎o︎n't l︎e︎a︎v︎e︎ yet c︎h︎i︎l︎d︎ren!︎ i︎t︎ 's so lonely i︎n︎ h︎e︎r︎e︎!︎"
" ︎ ︎ ■︎□︎ ︎⧫︎❼︎⬧︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎? ﾸﾎ ? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ? ﾸﾎ? ﾸﾎ ◻︎●︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎ ●︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎□︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ⬥︎ ︎■︎⧫︎ ︎■︎⍓︎ ❖︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎⧫︎□︎❒︎⬧︎? ﾸﾎ" = "O︎h︎ n︎o︎ i︎t︎'s y︎o︎u︎.︎ U︎h︎h︎.︎.︎.︎ p︎l︎e︎a︎s︎e l︎e︎a︎v︎e︎,︎ I d︎o︎n︎'t w︎a︎n︎t︎ a︎n︎y︎ v︎i︎s︎i︎t︎o︎r︎s︎.︎"
"? ﾸﾎ ︎□︎ ︎⬧︎ ◻︎ ︎◻︎⍓︎❒︎◆︎⬧︎✍︎ ︎□︎⬥︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ?￢ﾙﾓ︎■︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ︎□︎ ︎■︎⍓︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎✍︎ ⬥︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ? ﾸﾎ? ﾸﾎ ︎⬧︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ⬧︎ ︎■︎⬧︎❼︎⬧︎ ︎❒︎□︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❒︎✍︎" = "W︎h︎o︎ i︎s︎ p︎a︎p︎y︎r︎u︎s︎?︎ Ho︎w︎ c︎a︎n︎ h︎e︎ f︎o︎r︎c︎e︎ t︎h︎e︎ ki︎n︎g︎ t︎o︎ d︎o︎ a︎n︎y︎t︎h︎i︎n︎g︎?︎Wa︎i︎t︎.︎.︎.︎ i︎s︎n︎'t h︎e︎ t︎h︎a︎t︎ d︎e︎a︎d︎b︎e︎a︎t︎ s︎a︎n︎s︎'s b︎r︎o︎t︎h︎e︎r︎?︎"
" ︎□︎? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ■︎□︎ ⬧︎◆︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ✋︎ ?￢ﾗﾆ︎⬧︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ︎ ︎□︎□︎? □︎■︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ❍︎ ︎⧫︎⧫︎ ︎❒︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ □︎■︎●︎⍓︎ □︎■︎ ︎ ︎✏︎" = "N︎o︎,︎ I d︎i︎d︎ n︎o︎ s︎u︎c︎h︎ t︎h︎i︎n︎g︎.︎ I︎ ju︎s︎t︎ g︎a︎v︎e︎ y︎o︎u︎ a︎ b︎o︎o︎k o︎n︎ t︎h︎e︎ m︎a︎t︎t︎e︎r︎ t︎h︎a︎t︎ y︎o︎u︎ r︎e︎a︎d︎ o︎n︎l︎y︎ o︎n︎c︎e︎!︎"
"? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎ ︎" = Sigh
"✋︎ ⧫︎❒︎ ︎◻︎◻︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎●︎ ︎■︎⧫︎□︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎◆︎⬧︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ●︎ ︎⌘︎⍓︎ ●︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎⬧︎ ︎⬧︎⧫︎ ︎■︎⧫︎ □︎ ︎ ❍︎ ︎■︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ⬧︎ ︎■︎⬧︎? ﾸﾎ ❒︎ ︎ ︎◆︎⬧︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ◻︎ ︎ ︎? ◆︎◻︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ⬧︎□︎ ︎? ﾟﾓﾬ︎" = "I︎ t︎r︎i︎p︎p︎e︎d︎ a︎n︎d︎ f︎e︎l︎l︎ i︎n︎t︎o︎ t︎h︎e︎ c︎o︎r︎e︎ b︎e︎c︎a︎u︎s︎e︎ t︎h︎a︎t︎ l︎a︎z︎y︎ l︎a︎b︎ a︎s︎s︎i︎s︎t︎a︎n︎t︎ o︎f︎ m︎i︎n︎e︎,︎ s︎a︎n︎s︎,︎ r︎e︎f︎u︎s︎e︎d t︎o p︎i︎c︎k u︎p︎ h︎i︎s︎ s︎o︎c︎k."
" ︎□︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⍓︎ ︎❒︎ ︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎ ︎❒︎ ︎■︎? ﾸﾎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎? ︎□︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ︎■︎ ︎❼︎⬧︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎⧫︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ □︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ □︎■︎ ︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎⍓︎ ⬥︎□︎◆︎●︎ ︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎❖︎ ︎■︎ ︎□︎ ︎■︎⍓︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ⬧︎□︎❍︎ ︎□︎■︎ ︎ ❍︎◆︎❒︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ◻︎ ︎◻︎⍓︎❒︎◆︎⬧︎? ﾸﾎ ︎■︎⍓︎⬥︎ ︎⍓︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎❖︎ ︎■︎ ⬥︎ ︎■︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ⬧︎ ︎■︎⬧︎? ﾸﾎ ︎◆︎⧫︎ ︎⬧︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎●︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎❍︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❍︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❍︎? ﾸﾎ ︎□︎ ●︎□︎□︎? ︎⧫︎ ❍︎ ︎✏︎ ⬧︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎⧫︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎❒︎□︎◆︎ ︎ ︎□︎◆︎⧫︎ ⬧︎◻︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎❍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎◆︎⬧︎ ︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎□︎◆︎●︎ ︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ◻︎ ︎ ︎? ◆︎◻︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❍︎■︎ ⬧︎□︎ ︎?￢ﾜﾏ︎" = "N︎o︎ t︎h︎e︎y︎ a︎r︎e︎n︎'t︎ m︎y︎ c︎h︎i︎l︎d︎r︎e︎n︎,︎ t︎h︎a︎n︎k g︎o︎d︎.︎ O︎n︎e︎'s a︎n︎ i︎d︎i︎o︎t︎ a︎n︎d︎ t︎h︎e︎ o︎t︎h︎e︎r︎ o︎n︎e︎ i︎s︎ a︎ d︎e︎a︎d︎b︎e︎a︎t︎.︎ H︎e︎ p︎r︎o︎b︎a︎b︎l︎y︎ w︎o︎u︎l︎d︎n︎'t e︎v︎e︎n︎ d︎o︎ a︎n︎y︎t︎h︎i︎n︎g︎ i︎f︎ s︎o︎m︎e︎o︎n︎e︎ m︎u︎r︎d︎e︎r︎e︎d︎ his brother.︎ Anyway, I d︎i︎d︎n︎'t e︎v︎e︎n︎ w︎a︎n︎t︎ t︎o︎ h︎i︎r︎e︎ s︎a︎n︎s︎,︎ b︎u︎t︎ a︎s︎g︎o︎r︎e︎ f︎e︎l︎t︎ b︎a︎d︎ f︎o︎r︎ h︎i︎m︎ a︎n︎d︎ f︎o︎r︎c︎e︎d︎ m︎e︎ t︎o︎ h︎i︎r︎e︎ h︎i︎m︎.︎ N︎o︎w look a︎t︎ m︎e︎!︎ Sc︎a︎t︎t︎e︎r︎e︎d︎ t︎h︎r︎o︎u︎g︎h︎o︎u︎t︎ s︎p︎a︎c︎e︎ a︎n︎d︎ t︎i︎m︎e︎ b︎e︎c︎a︎u︎s︎e︎ t︎h︎a︎t︎ d︎e︎a︎d︎b︎e︎a︎t︎ c︎o︎u︎l︎d︎n︎'t b︎e︎ b︎o︎t︎h︎e︎r︎e︎d︎ t︎o︎ p︎i︎c︎k u︎p︎ a︎ d︎a︎m︎n︎ s︎o︎c︎k!"
"? ﾸﾎ ︎ ︎⧫︎✍︎" = "What?"
"✡︎□︎◆︎ ?￢ﾖﾠ︎□︎⬥︎ ⬥︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎✍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎■︎? ︎□︎⧫︎ ︎ □︎ ︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎? ﾸﾎ ✋︎ ︎□︎❒︎ ︎□︎⧫︎ ︎□︎⬥︎ ❍︎◆︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎ □︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❒︎ ◻︎ ︎□︎◻︎●︎ ︎? ﾸﾎ ✋︎❼︎●︎●︎ ︎ ︎◻︎◻︎ ︎●︎⍓︎ ︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ︎? ⧫︎□︎ ⧫︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❒︎? ❖︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ⬧︎□︎ ︎ ︎□︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ⧫︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❒︎□︎◆︎■︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎⧫︎⬧︎ ●︎ ︎?￢ﾙﾏ︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎■︎? ﾸﾎ ︎□︎⬥︎ ⬥︎□︎◆︎●︎ ︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⧫︎⬥︎□︎ ︎ ︎ ︎□︎⧫︎⬧︎ ?￢ﾙﾓ︎■︎ ︎●︎⍓︎ ●︎ ︎ ︎❖︎ ︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ❖︎□︎ ︎ ︎✍︎" = "Y︎o︎u︎ kn︎o︎w︎ w︎h︎a︎t︎?︎ I h︎a︎v︎e︎ t︎o︎ t︎h︎a︎n︎k b︎o︎t︎h︎ o︎f︎ y︎o︎u︎.︎ I︎ f︎o︎r︎g︎o︎t︎ h︎o︎w︎ m︎u︎c︎h︎ i︎ h︎a︎t︎e︎d︎ o︎t︎h︎e︎r︎ p︎e︎o︎p︎l︎e︎.︎ I︎'ll h︎a︎p︎p︎i︎l︎y︎ g︎o︎ b︎a︎c︎k t︎o︎ t︎h︎e︎ d︎a︎r︎k v︎o︎i︎d︎ s︎o︎ I d︎o︎n︎'t h︎a︎v︎e︎ t︎o︎ b︎e︎ a︎r︎o︎u︎n︎d︎ i︎d︎i︎o︎t︎s︎ l︎i︎ke︎ y︎o︎u︎ a︎g︎a︎i︎n︎.︎ N︎o︎w︎ w︎o︎u︎l︎d︎ y︎o︎u︎ t︎w︎o︎ i︎d︎i︎o︎t︎s︎ ki︎n︎d︎l︎y︎ l︎e︎a︎v︎e︎ m︎y︎ v︎o︎i︎d︎?︎"
So, does anyone else get a feeling Chara isn't as good as a translator as she thinks? Also, one of my favorite things about Undertale is the music, and one of the few things I really like about the Undertale Fandom is the remixes of said songs. I dislike the million AUs all revolving around Sans, but I do like a few AUs, like storyshift. Underfell I mostly dislike except for the idea of Flowey being good and that one Asgore boss fight uploaded on youtube. I realize this seems like I'm just rambling, but there's a point to all this. After listening to hopes and dreams for probably the millionth time, I asked myself how Jeremiah would react to being stuck as a soulless flower. So this little here omake is just that.
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Omake: Your holiest teacher
Chara's eyes fluttered open. She couldn't see anything besides the color red. She almost panicked, but realized she was laying face down on the ground. She rolled onto her back and felt a sharp pain shoot through her whole body. She bit her own lips to stop herself from screaming. Can't let anyone think I'm weak. Once the pain passed, she actually could focus on figuring out where she was. She could see a distant light above her. Chara blinked in confusion. What happened? She asked herself. Then she noticed the rock ceiling. Did I fall into a cave, why? She tried to remember the answer to that question. It didn't take her long to do but she didn't like the answer. I jumped down a hole to avoid them. Wasn't the smartest choice in hindsight, that fall could've easily killed me. Wait, why didn't I die? She looked to her side and found her answer. She had landed on a small patch of red flowers that must've cushioned her fall. She stared at the flowers for a moment before giggling at the absurdity of it all.
She lay there giggling until she heard something, or rather someone speak. "Hello, my name's Asriel. What's yours?" Chara barely registered anything they said because she was far too focused on the fact that someone was in the room with her, and they sounded like they were extremely close to her. So in a panic, she jumped up to her feet and drew a blood stained knife out of her back pocket. "Stay away! I'm not afraid to hurt whoever you are!" The way her hand shook disagreed with her words, but she ignored them. She stood there, knife poised to strike at anything that she saw. "Woah, calm down, I'm not planning to hurt you."
Now that she was actually paying attention to the voice, she could tell it sounded like a boy about her own age. That brought her some comfort, but whatever comfort it brought her was far outweighed by the fact she couldn't see where the voice was coming from. "Where are you?" She yelled out, ignoring his claim to not hurt her. There was silence, leaving Chara with nothing but her rapidly beating heart and her own thoughts. He sounds too young to be with them… he could just be some tribesman. No, I'm in some cave right now, I highly doubt a full tribe lives down here. Maybe he's another runaway? That wouldn't be good, he could sell me right back to them and I refuse to go back there. The grip on her knife tightened. Am I really willing to do this? Sure I stabbed a guard to escape, but he was an adult. This is just a kid, like me, am I really willing to just kill him?
She thought about it for a moment, remembered how hellish her life had been back there, and decided that yes, she was willing to do anything to preserve her newfound freedom. It didn't even matter if the kid even intended to turn her in. The people after her would probably just torture the information out of the kid, or just replace her with him. So she was honestly doing the kid a favor. "Uhh… can you please not do that?" Chara was shaken out her thoughts by the kid's question. He sounded pretty afraid, which made her feel pretty bad for what she had to do. But despite knowing that talking to the kid would only make what she had to harder, she couldn't help her curiosity, (and she still needed to figure out where he was). "Do what?" Asriel was silent for a moment before speaking up. "Can you please not kill me… I'd rather not die again."
How'd he know I was planning to… She looked down at the knife in her hand. Oh. Wait, what did he mean by again? "I mean I've died already. Pretty sure I'm a ghost." Chara snorted. "Ya right, next thing you'll be telling me you can read my thoughts." Somehow, despite not being able to see Asriel, she could tell he was shrugging at her. "Actually, yes, I think I can." Asriel sounded like he was right behind her, so she whirled around on her feet and stabbed the air behind her. Which was a problem because she wanted to hit a person, not air. Chara was starting to get pissed off, and not that she was willing to admit it, but she was also starting to get afraid again. "Prove it, what color am I thinking of!" Almost as soon as she laid down her challenge, Asriel answered. "Yellow." Chara blinked before yelling. "That was just a fluke, what number am I thinking of?" Asriel sighed. "Seven hundred and forty nine."
Chara's heart beat faster and she took a step back. She was going to yell something else at Asriel, but she was interrupted by a loud popping sound. She jumped up and dropped her knife, causing her to curse. She almost immediately began to fumble around the field of red flowers she landed in for her knife. What the hell was that, was it a gun? She almost immediately shook her head. That didn't sound like a gun, it wasn't nearly loud enough. So what the he… "Howdy, my name's Esau, Esau the Tulip." Chara immediately looked up from the flowers she had been looking at only to see another flower… a flower that had a face… and apparently had just talked. She stared at the flower and suddenly, everything clicked. "I hit my head on the way down and I'm hallucinating." She said that aloud, even though she knew there wasn't anyone really in the room with her. She then started to laugh.
She laughed so hard, the voice in her head kept trying to interrupt her, but she ignored it. But eventually, she laughed so much she started to cry. She felt something begin to pat her own the back, causing her to pull herself together for a moment to see what it was. It was a long green vine that seemed to move on its own… that would've normally bothered her but she couldn't bring herself to care. "There, there, you haven't gone insane." Chara looked back at the talking tulip, it's two beady black eyes were looking straight at her, while it's thin black lips were in a small frown. "Well, you were screaming and yelling into empty air, so maybe you hit your head a few times on the way down." Chara stared blankly at the talking tulip. "Thanks for the confidence." She muttered out before mentally slapping herself. Don't acknowledge the hallucinations. The talking tulip didn't seem to detect her sarcasm and smiled. "Gee, thanks friend."
It then glanced up towards the hole that Chara had fallen down and then back down at her. "Huh, you must think you were pretty blessed to survive that fall. If those flowers weren't there, you probably would've died." It then let out a small squeaky chuckle. "It's funny how provindence works, isn't it?" Chara didn't answer, causing the talking tulip to continue. "First God saves your life, then he makes sure the two of us meet. I honestly thought God hated me, but if he brought you here…" The tulip paused for a moment and looked down at the ground. "No, no, he couldn't love me. But maybe…" The tulip looked back up, it's grin now predatory. "Maybe he hates you too!" The vine that had been tapping her back suddenly stopped and wrapped itself tightly around her neck. She let out a gasp of pain and surprise. "Are you alright?" Asreil shouted at her. She never answered, too busy trying to rip the makeshift noose wrapped around her neck. She didn't even care if any of this was real or a hallucination anymore, she just didn't want to risk dying to a friggin tulip incase this was real.
But no matter how much she struggled, it was no use. The vine was wrapped too tightly around her neck. Her world started to darken and Asriel screamed at her to keep fighting. Suddenly, the vine's grip on her vanished. She began to greedily breathe in air as soon as she got the chance. "What a horrid creature, torturing such a poor and innocent youth."
(AN) So I hope you enjoyed the omake plus the actual chapter. I think I may do a few more omakes of Jeremiah in Asriel's place, probably just the photoshop Flowey boss fight and the final pacifist boss. Also, in case you were wondering why I named him Esau and made him a tulip, there's a reason for all that.
I imagine a Flowey Jeremiah to never actually abandon his beliefs even in the event of being soulless. Instead, he would think God was punishing him for something. And after he reset a few times, he would be convinced God hated him and had predestined him for hell. So let's explain his name. Esau in the Bible was the older twin brother of Jacob (who was later named Israel) who sold his birthright to Jabob/Israel for a bowl of soup. Romans 9:13 says. "As it is written, 'Jacob I loved, but Esau I hated." I've personally seen that verse be used to support the idea of Calvinism, which brings us to why he's a tulip.
What's tulip? It's an acronym. It stands for Total depravity, Unconditional Election, Limited Atonement, Irresistible Grace, Perseverance of the saints. It's used to summarize the core tenants of Calvinism. What's Calvinism? I̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶ ̶a̶c̶r̶o̶n̶y̶m̶ Essentially, Calvinsts believe that man is too evil to believe in God on their own. So God has decided since before time began to make certain people believe in him. They also believe God doesn't do this because the elect (the people saved by God) are better than anyone else, they just think God loves them. That's a very limited and poor summary of Calvinism, so please don't get your Theology lesson from a fanfic writer, please?
So the reason I made a reference to Tulip, is because Flowey/Jeremiah/Esau thinks he's on the other side of that coin, the unelect/vessels of wrath. So he thinks nothing he can do will save him from hell because God has predestined him to go there. Being honest, I've worried about this very thing before, so that's why I went with this approach.
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