None of this was supposed to happen. Frisk, Sans, and Papyrus had been so careful. How had things gone so wrong?
They had been caught. Someone had seen the three in their time together. They witnessed the friendship of two monsters and a myth. And what did they do? They panicked. The myth who saw this panicked and told the authorities, who of course, told Chara.
To say that Chara had been angry was a severe misconception. They were almost breathing fire as they walked into the Judgment hall, facing their childhood friend who was kneeling, surrounded by guards.
Frisk's hands were cased in a red magic, cutting off the power coming from their soul. There was no way to escape. Sans and Papyrus watched from a magic transmission tool that was used to broadcast the scene to all monsters and myths. This was to show others of course, what Chara would do to people guilty of treason.
Frisk held their head low, not meeting Chara's eyes as they stalked their way to the kneeling myth. Sans and Papyrus watched in growing horror as Chara's leg came back, only to come back full force, meeting Frisk's stomach with a sharp crack. Frisk was forced even lower as the pain from the blow caused blood to well up in their mouth.
Chara screamed in fury. "Deny it!" they screeched."Tell me it was just a rumor!" They were almost frothing at the mouth in rage, glaring down at the hunched myth. "You" they grit out,"Of all people to betray me, it just had to be you."
Frisk smiled bitterly. "What? You'd believe a commoner over me? Why Chara, I thought we were friends." Their sarcasm and mocking smile was only rewarded with pain. Chara kicked the side of their face, knocking Frisk over to the side. Even in a body of a child, it was apparent how much Chara's attacks hurt. Blood was beginning to drip from Frisk's mouth. Chara actually smiled as they swiped a spear from a nearby guard, thrusting the weapon deep into Frisk's thigh. Frisk let out a gurgling scream.
Sans tried to cover Papyrus' eyes, trying to stop him from seeing what that horrible thing was doing to their myth friend. But Papyrus simply held the hand back down, watching in horror as Chara continued to kick Frisk.
"You, I thought you'd be the one who'd stay with me forever. You promised me that you would stay by my side!" Chara quickly swiped at their face, masking tears as they continued to kick at the bloodied form on the ground. Frisk coughed, smiling grimly.
"And I will stick with that promise. I promised Chara that I would follow them until the end. I didn't promise whoever replaced them. You aren't the person I made that promise to. Chara would never do this."
Frisk tensed, waiting for more blows to come, yet only silenced followed. They looked up hesitantly. Chara was completely still, their head shadowing their blank face. Chara began to turn, walking away slowly. They walked, only stopping to say words that echoed in Frisk's ears.
"Take them to the White Room, I don't need them anymore."
Even the guards seemed shocked by those words. The White Room was a room that not even Chara used anymore. This was a room made for getting information out of enemies. This room was one where Chara themself would toy with an enemy, testing their power on them before leaving them in the room for an unspecified amount of time. All creatures feared this room. Of course, once released, the person was usually not even able to form coherent sentences.
What Chara didn't know, however, was that Frisk had one monster friend with a very nifty gift. And with Frisk in a room with no form of security, it would be very easy to escape after Chara left. Yet, that still allowed Chara to spend three whole days with Frisk. Even if Frisk would not be left there for their mind to break, so much time with the furious monarch would do nothing good for their physical health.
Papyrus let out a gasp as he watched the guards drag Frisk into a corridor, leaving only a pool of blood where Frisk laid. Sans tried to console his brother, turning away from the screen to wrap Papyrus into a hug.
"We'll save them bro, don't you worry."
Sans thought it all over. He had to plan everything right so that all three of them didn't die. To teleport in after the three days were up could mean saving Frisk from waiting any longer, but if Chara was still in the room, it would make things impossibly difficult to deal with.
He looked guiltily at the magic screen once again. Three days, it was only three days. It would be nothing to someone as powerful as Frisk. Yet he had his doubts that he proceeded to bury deep into his mind. Frisk would make it.
Only three days until Sans would rescue them.
Only three days that Frisk would be with a vengeful Chara.
Only three days that Papyrus and Sans would be waiting, looking at the clock, begging for time to pass quicker.
Only three days until Sans could be happy with his family again.