Undertale - Post Genocide Chapter 17: Battle of Determinations?, an undertale fanfic

Chapter 17

Battle of Determinations

Chara and Frisk both stood in the forcefield quietly, awaiting for the fight to start up again. Frisk held her stick in both of her hands, having no other weapon, but believing that she could be able to defeat Chara, even with just that. Chara held his sword quietly, the yellow eye it had staring at Frisk quietly, as if awaiting for her to do or say something.

All of Frisk's friends and Chara's brother watched in anticipation, holding their breaths as they waited for the fight to continue again. They had just literally watched their friend stand up from an assault that surely should have killed her... any other one of them would surely have died from that assault. But Frisk's determination burned stronger than that of anybody else in the room.

"...In all honesty, I'm not even sure why you continue to fight for these beings." Chara said as his sword's eye seemed to widen. "You could have been saving yourself and all your friends a lot of pain if you had just given up and came to me peacefully."

"...Maybe so." Frisk said. "But I would be causing the entire world so much pain if I did... this isn't just about destroying all of the humans in the world. You wouldn't stop at just destroying every last human on the planet. You and I killed all those monsters in the Underground once... there's no doubt that you wouldn't mind doing that all again if you were given the chance."

"Is that so?" Chara said with a hum. "...So, you're fighting for both the sakes of the monsters and the humans... good. Then that will be two races that you let down as soon as you lose."

"That's not going to be happening." Frisk said as she spun her stick around in her hand. "Let me tell you what's going to happen, Chara. You can either give up here and now, and release the souls inside you, and we all can go about our merry lives... or we can fight again, and you can be defeated by me."

"You're making a terrible mistake if you think you can beat me." Chara said as he tightened his grip on his sword and brought it behind him once again. "I will admit, I'm quite impressed that you were able to survive my first onslaught the way you did... but this time, I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen. If I have to cut you into a hundred pieces and crush every single one of them until you die, I'll do it. Either way, your soul is mine."

"We'll see about that. I'm not going to give up, no matter what. Even if you crush my body into a million pieces, I will never give up."

"Bah! I've heard enough out of you." Chara said as his tail began to sway fast and irritatedly at Frisk's words. "You've had more than enough time to talk and more than enough time to live... the time of mercy and hope for the world is over. Now... now it's time for the two of us to decide the fate of the universe."

"Cut!"

The sudden yelling of cut caused both Frisk and Chara to look away from each other and look to the person who was responsible for yelling the word. They looked over and saw the writer of this story sitting with the script in his right hand, his other hand scratching his chin slightly in irritation.

"Chara... that's not your line." he said as he pointed at the script. "You're supposed to say 'it's time to fight', not... whatever it was you just said."

"...I, uh... I knew that." Chara said as he looked around. "...I just thought that the fate of the universe would sound much cooler."

"Trust me, it doesn't." the writer said with a shake of his head as he sat back down in his chair. "...Alright... let's try that again, shall we?"

Chapter 17

Battle of Determinations

(Take 2)

"We'll see about that. I'm not going to give up, no matter what. Even if you crush my body into a million pieces, I will never give up."

"Cut!"

Both Chara and Frisk once again looked away again and back to the writer, who this time, had his one hand tapping against the arm of his chair impatiently.

"No, no, no." he said with a shake of his head. "You're supposed to say 'it's time to fight'. You weren't even close to being right that time."

"I, uh... I knew that." Chara said with a nod as he looked at Frisk again with a chuckle. Frisk just looked at him and shook her head with a sigh. "I was just seeing if you and Frisk were paying attention... looks like you both were."

"Listen, Chara... could you please take this seriously?" Frisk questioned. "We're way behind on getting this chapter out, and we can't afford to waste any more time."

"Yes. Please listen to Frisk. We don't have all day with this." the writer said with a sigh and sat back in his seat again. "...Alright... from the top."

Chapter 17

Battle of Determinations

(Take 3)

"Bah! I've heard enough out of you." Chara said as his tail began to sway fast and irritatedly at Frisk's words. "You've had more than enough time to talk and more than enough time to live... the time of mercy and hope for the world is over. Now... I hope you believe in the heart of the cards, Frisk. Because this is no ordinary game-"

"God damn it, Chara! Stop the recording!"

Frisk gave an irritated groan, and Chara looked at the writer again. This time, he was practically forcing himself to not stand up and go over there on set.

"First of all, once again, you weren't even close! Again!" the writer yelled, having lost virtually all patience with Chara. "Second of all, 'heart of the cards'?! What the Hell are you talking about! This story has absolutely nothing to do with cards!"

"Oh... well..." Chara said as he looked around. "...Could have sworn we had a card game thrown in one of the..."

"Look, Chara. I'm not understanding what's going on here." the writer said with a shake of his head, trying to calm down. "You've had plenty of time to rehearse this. How are you forgetting this stuff so easily?"

"Uh... heck, I don't know." Chara said with a dismissing shrug.

"You DID look at the script and practiced, right?"

"Of course." Chara said with a scoff. "...I mean... I glanced at it from time to time."

"...What?..." The writer began to twitch, his his hand carrying the script beginning to furiously shake. Had his whitish-blonde hair not been covering his eyes, they would have the fiercest of fires in them. "...Glanced at it?... You... GLANCED at it?"

"Well... yeah." Chara said with a nod. "I didn't take the time to read the whole thing. I was busy playing some of my Pokémon games. Actually got a Pokémon of mine trained up to Level 100 in two days, so..."

The writer finally got up. Even without being able to see his eyes, both Chara and Frisk knew that if looks could kill, Chara would be dead. "...You... probably shouldn't have told him that." Frisk said

"Chara... I want you to understand something." the writer said as, despite his original attempts, he began to walk on the set, his entire body shaking in rage. "...I've worked for weeks on this script... spent time and time again, tediously looking at the script, compared to all the other chapters I've done so far, to find out what will work and what won't... and now... now after all that hard work, in one of the most important chapters in the entire story... you... didn't... even... LOOK AT THE FUCKING SCRIPT?!"

"...Pretty much, yeah." Chara said with a nod.

The writer gave a yell of the purest of rage. Had his yell been any louder, Chara and Frisk's ears would have started bleeding. He was not at all happy with Chara's refusal to rehearse during the time he had to do so.

"Hey, hey. Don't sweat it, Porks." Chara said with a nervous chuckle. "I don't need that script to help me out... I'm absolutely amazing and improvisation. I'll be able to improvise this whole thing." He waved his hand dismissively.

"Somehow, I have my doubts about that." the writer said with a sigh. It was either he try again and keep going with this, and pray to God that Chara got it right, or at least somewhere close enough that he could pass it off, or stop then and there, and leave the story with another chapter needed yet.

With a sigh of defeat, he returned to his seat and sat down. "...I honestly don't know why I'm bothering to try this..." he muttered as he gave a gesture to have the cameras roll again.

(Take 4)

"...Oh, I'm gonna beat the Hell out of you, little gal!" Chara exclaimed as he raised his sword up in the air. "I'm gonna cut you into so many pieces, I'll be able to send you to every country in the world!"

"What... the... fuck..." Frisk mouthed without saying anything. She wasn't one to curse at all, but this was simply too ridiculous.

"Hey, here's something your determination can help you get through: kissing my demonic ass! Spankety, spankety, spankety!"

"Cut! Cut! CUT!"

Frisk gave a shudder and smacked her face with the palm of her hand, shaking her head as Chara once again looked at the writer of the story.

"Are you freaking kidding me?! What the Hell was that supposed to be?!" the writer questioned.

"That's my impersonation of you, Porks." Chara said as he pointed at the writer. "Maybe next time, you'll reconsider portraying me as a whiney little puss in a nightmare when I'm supposed to be a powerful, demonic bad ass."

"...Jesus Christ, you're awful." Frisk said as she didn't even lift her eyes out of the palm of her hand.

The writer sighed angrily and wanted so badly to just throw his script at Chara. "...Just try to get this right..." he said as he looked at Chara. "Please... I need to get this chapter out to the story today..."

(Take 5)

"I have no idea why I look like a transgender in this form." Chara said as he looked at his body that he took when he took all of the Human Souls. "I mean, does this tail make my butt look big?"

(Take 6)

Chara stood there, thinking of what to say for this take, when he felt the weight of his sword slightly lean to the left. When he looked at the sword he held in his hand, after a few seconds, the sword literally broke off the handle, falling to the ground with a very loud thud.

"...Pfft." Chara began to laugh from this, but Frisk and the writer were nowhere close to amused.

(Take 9)

"Hey, look at me! Look at me!" Chara said as he was swinging his sword around in figure eights in his air, each swing he made making a dark red aura follow, which formed the figure eight. "I guarantee you, no other character in this story is gonna be able to do what I can do."

(Take 15)

"Why the Hell do Sans and Papyrus get all the fans? Why does nobody like me?" Chara questioned as he began flexing his arms and performing poses that were seemingly to show off. "I mean, look at me! I've got the power, the intelligence, and the sexy looks that should make all the fan girls chasing after me."

(Take 19)

"...He always told me not to play with any of the devices that he built, and I just never listened." Chara said with a chuckle, while Frisk was leaning on the barrier, her eyes drooping as she was trying her best not to fall asleep. She didn't even know how long they've been trying to do this now. "And so, after one accident, I ended up causing a crack in his head and holes in his hands. Personally, I thought he looked better with them."

(Take 20)

After swinging his sword around in figure eights for another couple of minutes or so, Chara ended up accidentally dropping the sword mid-swing, and it landed on his foot, going through it. Chara's eyes widened and his mouth twitched as he felt the huge blade stab his foot. He held his foot in his hands and began to jump around on his other foot, screaming out any curse his mind could possibly muster.

(Take 38)

"You know, you and I could probably be the best models." Chara said to Frisk with a chuckle. "I mean, since our genders are up to anyone's interpretation, we can literally be whatever our babies want us to be, know what I'm saying?"

"That is it! I have had enough of this bull shit!"

Both Chara and Frisk looked as the writer was standing, his body shaking angrily once again. "Sans! Get some dragon skulls out!"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Sans questioned. "They're called 'Gaster Blasters'."

"I don't give a shit what they're called! I'm the boss here, I'll call it whatever I please!" the writer yelled. "Now get them over here now!"

"Ugh... fine." Sans said. With a snap of his fingers, an entire ensemble of dragon skulls appeared, pointing at Chara, making his eyes widen and give a little yelp.

"Here's what's going to happen." the writer said sternly as he crossed his arms. "You're going to go to your dressing room... you are going to read the rest of your script, memorize each and every letter to a t, and you will not come back out here until you get this right. Got it?"

Chara hesitated for a few seconds, looking at the dragon skulls, Sans and the writer for a few seconds before making a run for it, running into his dressing room and locking the door to begin to memorize his script.

"...Ugh..." the writer said as he sat down and covered his forehead with the palm of his hand. "...Where the Hell is Mettaton?" He looked around and began to yell, "Mettaton!... Mettaton! Get your effeminate robotic ass over here now!"

"Uh... Mettaton isn't around here." Frisk said. "You told him you didn't want him to be in this story, remember?"

"Well, if one of you see him, tell him to come over here, and make sure Chara memorizes this script." the writer said as he got up and began to walk away. He needed a serious break.

Author's Note: You probably figured this out by now, but in case you don't understand, no. This is not the actual chapter 17 of this story. I just decided that I wanted to do a little late April Fool's thing. It's pretty late, I know, but better late than never.

Alright, I'll get working on the actual chapter again now. No more jokes like this for the rest of the story. I promise.