"People find meaning and redemption in the most unusual human connections."

- Khaled Hosseini

I had a weird dream, that night I went to see if the human girl was alright. I keep insisting she is human while knowing I was one but ... I cannot exactly what am I anymore. Human? Monster? Ghost? None of the above? Really, I just do not what I am, except being a killer of course.

That was sometime when I fell, and there I thought I died on my first time, a shame really. I could have just died and not hurt more people, but I woke up in that same flowerbed I happened to float on this time around. She was there, I couldn't see or feel her yet, but a little voice inside my head rang as some flower tried to attack me.

The girl was cold, harsh, and a little distant at first, although she nearly broke down in tears when she saw her "mom". Truth is, I enjoyed her company since I heard her in my head, at least I was not completely alone in some forsaken monster land.

Her name was #&×€+

Right, I can't remember that one either.

She warmed up after a while, being a touchy-feely kid had its perks too. Although she pushed me back as a "ghost", she slowly gave in to hugs, then tears, then kisses. Pretty sure she liked to be the lead role in these things, but I digress.

We met her sane mom already and fought our way through after she had me killed. Yes, you see, she wasn't herself at that time. At least, she wasn't herself yet, just some girl with her demons gnawing at her SOUL.

/ ^ * was crying on my limp body, cursing herself for being someone that cannot attain redemption. My hazy mind wanted to hug her, tell her all is right, and make her stop crying. My body refused to move though, trapped in another dream.

A bloody one, one I saw before. Monsters we passed by dying by my hand, me going through many a phase before accepting my predicament, my mindless body raining slices on bystanders, the girl's mom ... hugging me?

Did she ... hug me before I killed her? I couldn't tell at the time, I was just ...

Lost.

Broken.

Corrupt.

I just wanted to get back what I lost, fix what was broken, and cleanse what was corrupt. I've lost my SOUL, I've broken my body, I've corrupted my mind by my own hands. My limbs drowned in black mud, burning them to a crisp and then patching them messily. My mind drunk in black liquor, taking what it thought was theirs. My body broken by black bones, trying to protect my demons from fading.

What never faded was the atrocious headache, the nauseating feeling in my chest, and my trembling hands whenever I managed to kill something. I was maybe frenzied, hysterical, or perhaps genuinely enjoying what I did, but I hated doing that for every moment I was in.

Before my mind gets overwhelmed by genocide, something warm snuggled me, the feeling was familiar, but I could not place it. It was probably her, but I couldn't tell anyways, I haven't heard her name in ages.

"Howdy, "

Or did I?

"Please take care of her like you always did."

Some monster showed up, one gentle and quiet, one the girl knew of.

"Please take care of Chara."

Ah, yes.

That was her name, I remember now, it was a lovely name.

I remember saying it to her when I was ...

Back from the dead.

Frisky was there, he was really there. He wasn't completely dead, he could still be SAVE'd. Happiness filled my newly revived SOUL, the one that lives thanks to this human. I wonder what I could have been without him, lost in the path of killing one more human to get their SOUL perhaps. I did kill him, I hated it, but what I hated most was how trifle he thought his life was. He loved a killer like me more than anything, just like I did. He was never to blame when he took the same path I did, the one I hated the most.

He seemed troubled in his sleep, clenching and unclenching his now-grown, rough hands. I did not want to scare him, I would lose him again if that happened. No one knows how hard will it be for me to lose him again, after many hardships. My hand wanted to touch that slightly dark skin, feel his fingers embracing mine, give warmth to his seemingly cold body. I wanted him, I yearned for him, for that small window of him being flesh and bones.

When he started shivering, holding his head with his hands and screaming silently, I knew the dream turned into a nightmare. I knew what those were made of, I felt the same when I was in his shoes, I could not sleep because of them. What helped me was his embrace, a light spooning like he knew how to do it. I hesitated to close the distance, the last time I did was when I ...

Killed him.

My arms slowly embraced the now wheezing chest of my Frisk, after pausing a few times before getting there. I clutched onto a fabric I knew almost intimately, it was the one I got rid of every time I ate him up. A blush crept into my cheeks as I spooned Chocolate, putting my hand on his shoulder, and sticking to him to feel his touch. my SOUL felt content, and he seemed to relax.

"Chara."

Tears flowed down my cheek before I realized why they did.

He remembered my name.

I couldn't be happier.