Howdy everyone! It's me, Ulquihimefan1 here with a new update. My Goal for this one was to try and get it finished and posted on Sunday, but life got in the way unfortunately. It's almost 1 AM while I'm typing this and posting it BUT I'm to much of a Night Owl to let that stop me from finishing a new chapter... I'm gonna regret it in the morning though as I've gotta get up early for classes.
Anyways I hope you enjoy this new chapter!
Chara walked through the leftover dust that was once their adopted mother Toriel, only pausing to pick up the large leftover robes from the boss monster. Remembering how cold Snowdin and the forests around it with the snow and nearly getting frost bite the first time around (a little RELOAD fixed that problem) the child then ripped the large robes up a little and decided to backtrack into the house above.
One thing I'm glad she taught me years ago was to sew, Chara thought as they entered the now abandoned home before entering the room with the fireplace and rocking chair. Glancing over they spotted a basket of knitting supplies and sighed.
"Should have expected this," Chara dropped the large ripped up robe near the chair before digging around in the basket looking for their prize. Finally at the bottom they found what they were looking for, a simple sewing kit. Pulling it out they sat down onto the chair and pulled the torn fabric to their lap and began their work on making something out of it that would keep them warm long enough to go out of the Ruins.
If there was a top five list of things I hate, it would be 1. That god damned skeleton, 2. Buttercups, 3. Snow and anything cold that isn't ice cream, 4. That moment you stub your toe on the most inconvenient thing in your way and finally 5. being people screwing over my ever impressive kill streak. All not in that exact order but easily interchangeable. Chara mused to themselves as they began their project. With surprisingly careful movements the child sewed the fabric together, pausing every so often to make sure it would be the correct size to fit them in the end.
While they were sewing a smile unknowingly crossed their face. Not the sadistic, gleeful one they usually wore, rather it was a calm relaxed looking one. Their thoughts started to drift off as their hands worked with a careful grace on their own.
Their thoughts drifted off, back to a time when they had their own body… their real body. Back when they weren't devoid of actual emotion and feeling. They were barely even eight years old at the time of their memories, a little over two months since they fell… or rather were thrown down into the underground by their birth parents. Back then things had been so simple, their adopted mother taught them and their best friend Asriel a lot, their adopted father Asgore played many games with them when he had time and Asriel…. Asriel was what kept them going back then.
Looking back on these memories one would usually expect an emotional reaction to them. Chara however felt nothing, no joy at the memories with the family that they had loved at one point, no hatred for the biological family that left them for dead all those years ago… no sorrow from when Asriel died after their plan to free their family, their friends had failed. Chara was empty on the inside.
Chara had been that way since their second death, when their soul was combined with Asriel's. own. Their soul was forever lost, leaving them alone and for whatever humanity that their own essence of life gave them to fade away into the same dust their best friend did. They felt nothing at all… until they met Frisk.
Chara at first could have cared less about the child, but as they had nothing better to do besides just sit around they had followed the lost child on their journey through the underground. Then they felt something for the first time in years, they felt surprise. Actual honest to goodness surprise. Having not felt anything, anything at all for so long only to feel something again was almost an addicting thing to the fallen child.
Chara soon felt something else… something they knew all too well as Jealousy. It rose up as soon as Frisk made it to Asgore.
Why…? What's so special about that child? They had thought as they heard their adopted father offer the child everything they once had… then an idea came to them. It would take a while they were sure but if they could catch the child at a point where they were most vulnerable mentally and emotionally… maybe just maybe Chara could live again through them.
When the time did come eventually Chara was in full control as part of the agreement. Chara at first attempted the same kind of "run" that Frisk did, a Pacifist run. That was soon thrown out the window when they got annoyed by Toriel and straight up killed her. After killing their adopted mother something changed…. Chara felt a little more alive and for once in a very, very long time… they felt joy.
Chara knew that they should have felt something else… something like guilt, especially from the screams they heard from Frisk when the dust hit the floor. But at the same time it was those screams of pain… the hurt look on their mother's face… the ability to actually FEEL the dust on their skin. It was enough to make an honest to god laugh to come into play. Immediately after killing their mother they "Reset" everything and began killing everyone.
That was the first Genocide run they ever did. That was also when they found out that being able to even feel a tiny amount of emotion once again… it was addicting to them. Anytime they felt something even just the smallest amount of fear or guilt, it would bring a smile to their face and they would want to feel more and do anything just to feel it again.
The feeling of something pricking their finger was enough to snap Chara out of their memories and bring them back to the present. They took a look at their work and nodded in approval. It was a simple looking Pancho yes but there was a slit in the front so Chara could bring their arms out easily and kill the other monsters outside of the Ruins.
It's time to kill~
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Sans was in his usual station near the Ruins, the instructions his father gave him clear as day inside his skull.
If the human child comes through with dust on their hands, make sure you and Papyrus stay far away from them and let me know.
little hard to keep paps away from here, especially on sentry duty, Sans chuckled humorlessly to himself at these thoughts. He casually was making his way, via shortcuts, to the door to visit the old lad- no Toriel for the usual knock, knock joke session they would have around this time.
As he approached something was wrong with the snowy scenery. Footprints that were not his own disturbed the snow, that was the first sign that the human had left the Ruins. If it was possible, Sans's permanent grinning skull would have turned into a frown when he saw them. From the calculations and normal evaluations of the time line… the human was supposed to have left earlier than now. Then again he was kinda late today because of some catching up he did with his old man.
Narrowing his eye sockets a little he followed the footprints with the white pinpricks of his eyes before noticing the small figure about 10 to 13 feet ahead and still walking. Eye sockets narrowing a little Sans decided to follow through with the standard routine, follow till they got to the bridge, and pull out the old Whoopee Cushion in the hand trick to see if they had any dust on them at all. If they did, he would be sure to end them and not get any of his family involved again.
Cautiously and carefully, the skeleton used his shortcuts to make sure he wouldn't be spotted by the child and could get behind them right as they reached the bridge.
"Human," Sans started using his much more serious voice. The human child couldn't see it at the moment, but the pinpricks of light that usually made up his eyes were gone and a slight blue glow was threatening to escape from his left eye socket out of barely hidden anger. The child stopped and their expression hidden from Sans, and with the large purple pancho around their frame it made it harder to tell just what was on their mind at the moment…
wait a second… i don't ever remember there being a pancho around the child before… Sans thought and was silently grateful that the child was already turning around because he more than likely wouldn't have continued on with his usual greeting with his confusion. Instead he held out his hand with the whoopee cushion on it, he still had to check for dust after all. The child's smiling face looked like it was almost permanently etched onto their face and their half open eyes had an appearance of almost glass with how little life was in them. If Sans didn't know better by this point he could have sworn the human was nothing more than a corpse with how lifeless they seemed.
They reached out their hand as well and took his bony one into their own, activating the whoopee cushion prank and allowing a good view of their hands. A small amount of dust was barely visible on their hands and even though he had no skin to feel it, he could tell the child's hands were a little moist, telling him that they had recently washed their hands and didn't get them dried properly.
"heh the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick," Sans started, deciding to at least try to be a little normal to not set the hellspawn disguised as a child off.
Chara simply smiled at this, oh this was to easily predictable for them by this point. Even after doing this a multiple amount of times in the past, they would greatly enjoy taking the short skeleton out in the end.
"though i'm surprised you haven't gotten sick of the same old trick by now," these words surprised Chara. This was new to them, even more so by the dark look in Sans's eye sockets here at the beginning rather than after killing the monsters around Snowdin.
Chara narrowed their eyes at the Skeleton, silently daring him to make a move as they were slightly curious themselves on what would happen.
"you know, i would normally just let this whole shebang run it's course like usual… and i still will."
Chara frowned at this, the skeleton finally did something new, said something new and yet… he chose to let things just happen. Just then an idea came to them as a sickly sweet smile crossed their features. They pulled the Toy Knife they picked up into their hands beneath their homemade poncho and charged at Sans, activating the "Battle" phase. If it was possible for the skeleton, he would have frowned at this as he watched the child practically break their own FIGHT option out of an eager need to cut him down.
"to think i was sparing you right off the bat," Sans sighed as he dodged the swipe of the toy knife easily. His left eye instantly took on a blue coloration that flashed yellow a few times as the human's red soul turned blue and was thrown around with ease. The snow around them barely doing anything to cushion the blows. Sans's turn ended then as the child staggered up to their feet, a smirk on their face.
"What can I say… I'm curious to see what happens if I kill you first."
FIGHT was chosen again as they swung their plastic knife at the skeletal monster who simply dodged once again.
"well i shank you for your reasoning. but you need to cut it out already," Sans joked as he summoned out a row of bones to strike the human, whose soul remained blue. Chara jumped and ducked as best they could but still got hit a few times and hissed from the continual damage the skeleton's "1 Attack point" could do. The skeleton's turn ended once again and this time Chara chose ITEM and pulled out a Monster Candy they took and popped it into their mouth, healing them up.
"wow that must have sweetened the deal for you huh?" Sans chuckled as Chara's eyes narrowed, full concentration activated as they saw some Blasters incoming. Twisting and running around did wonders with avoiding their deadly beams, aside from when one grazed past their arm and left the lingering damage inflictor.
Inside Frisk finally noticed the battle going on and smiled at who it was they were fighting. Some tears of joy would have fallen down their broken up face if their tear ducts hadn't already dried out from the mourning they did for the monster who became the mother they always wished they had. Their lower lip quivered a little from pain and the need to cry again, but despite that they smiled as they saw Chara's health bar lowering fast thanks to the Skeleton's lingering damage.
Seeing Sans kicking Chara's butt before anything else terrible happens fills them both with DETERMINATION and a SENSE OF JOY.
So now we get to know a little more about Chara, we get to see an early Sans fight (Pap will be coming in Next chapter I promise) and Frisk is happy to see their... Friend? Dunkle? Second Awesome Skeleton BFF who sleeps alot? Eh, you take your pick what you want it to be, (Though in this fic there's no FriskXSans... seriously Frisk is a CHILD)
On a side note I'm quite pleased with the Puns in this one. Though in the morning they might... get under my skin~ hehe
God I need to get to sleep.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed this update.
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~Ulquihimefan1