Krissa stood in the far never ending whiteness. This place hadn't changed except for the fact her younger self wasn't here. She was lying down, wearing her new nightie. For some reason she felt exposed.
She turned her head see to see a pair of feet standing there. Her eyes travel up to see the same child that was there last time. But unlike last time, she wasn't viewing her younger self. It was gone. She had forgotten about this kid. Krissa sat up. "You again…"
"Hello reflection."
"Um…"
"Oh! I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. You can call me Chara." Wasn't that the name Flowey kept calling her?
"Why are you in my dream? I never met you before."
"True. I have been observing your life for a while now an-"
"What?! How?"
"Hush. You see, Krystal, I am a ghost. I have been watching that group of monsters ever since they were freed. When you came into the picture, I was surprised. There you were, a girl with my features, lying in a clearing filled with buttercups."
"So you haunt them?"
"Well, yes. Yes I do. Frisk is the only one who sees me and hears me. Sometimes I need someone to talk to. Anyway, recently just watching hasn't been enough. I want to feel things again."
Krissa scooted away.
"No, no, no! Not a possession unless you will it. Trust me... I would rather not do that to someone again."
"You have once?"
"Yeah… Learned that lesson long ago."
"So what will you do?"
"I want to latch on to you. What you touch, I feel too. And what you eat, I can taste. So and so forth."
"Why?"
"Well… Toriel and Asgore are… my adoptive parents. I was the first human to fall down. They took care of me with their son Asriel."
"I didn't know they had a kid."
"He died with me."
"Oh… Sorry. I understand. So, I agree. Promise me one thing."
"Okay!"
Their cheerful relief at her agreeing brought a smile to her lips. "If you are able, can you turn the sense sharing on and off?"
"Yes."
"Then do that when I ask okay?"
"Deal."
She reached out and took the smaller pale hand and everything goes black.
Krystal sits up awake that instant, her mind swimming. It took her a second to gather her thoughts.
Okay. So I got home, watched a movie with Sans. He a-asked me out. That was exactly three days ago and she still felt like it just happened. Tonight she had the dream where there was….Chara. She gets up and sees herself in the mirror. Now today was Halloween. The past two days were busy at the shop. So many people were buying fresh pumpkins.
She puts on her witch costume and twirls around. The glitter sparkled like stars on the dark fabric. She replaced her choker that had an amethyst oval shaped gem at the center. It suited the costume more than the yellow flower would. She digs up a box of makeup Dayna left behind.
Krissa dusted her eyes with pale lilac and silver eyeshadow. Her lips were painted with a cherry blossom pink. She looked at her reflection and for a moment, she wondered if Chara had really opened up some sort of mind port that they can dock whenever. Have they already.
Yes.
The voice was quiet and had a wispy quality to it. She looked at the mirror closer and she saw that her image was replaced by her shorter doppelganger. They grin up at her with what she can only describe as gratitude. She smiled back and pressed her hand against the mirror, Chara doing the same to meet her.
You have no idea how thankful I am for this.
"Just you wait. Your first day back is on the best day to get candy."
Like chocolate?
"Especially chocolate."
Their red eyes twinkled with anticipation. She's guessing that they love chocolate just like her.
Nice costume.
"Thank you. Should I decorate the house with candles? Set the witch's hut vibe?"
Chara nods and the image ripples until it returns to her own reflection. There was a tingling in her chest that she chalked up to being them. She finds a box of fake LED candles and starts placing them in groups of threes like the trinity signs in her wicca book. Krissa wasn't going to draw any pentagrams since they can be taken the wrong way. The triple moons however, were her favorite signs.
She wonders if that sort of magic was possible. Sure, monsters have their own but what happened to the mages? Did they learn through this practice. So many questions. "Chara? Do you know anything about mages?"
Only that they were humans that unlocked their magic potential. Magic was everywhere before the war. In the trees and soil and every living person. Humans were able to wield it because of their strong souls.
"Is it possible to do so now? We forgot everything and created fictional stories. I doubt humans are possible of such things anymore."
Who knows.
There was a knock at the door and then the sound of thumping feet. Chara's presence vanished. She watched Sans come around the corner. He was wearing a grey t-shirt with black words written in comic sans font saying '404' below it had the words 'costume not found.'
She stared.
He stared.
Krissa broke into a fit of giggles. "Y-you can't be serious. It doesn't even count as a-" She couldn't even finish as she leans against the wall, laughing.
Sans' skull flushed blue across his face. "you look...uh. you look good. great actually. very… i'm gonna stop." She shook her head with a smile. "witch huh?"
"Mhm. I just got done with decorating. Turn the lights off and see."
He did as told and the room went black save for the many candles casting a warm orange glow all around the room. She picked up one of them and held it under her face to cast spooky shadows. "Beware. I might bewitch you."
"already have red." He gives a lazy wink.
….Damn that was smooth. She threw the candle at him, flipping the lights back on. "Why are you not at the mansion? I had a… well. A whole day until needing to meet you guys." He sat down like he usually did and starts lounging. She eyes his shirt before chuckling again. "Stay put." Krissa hurries to the guest room closet. She finds her dad's old costume.
It probably will be short on sans so she takes the jester hat, jingle shoes and big gloves with bell sewn onto the fingertips. She walks out with the items and toss them at Sans. "See how this looks."
The skeleton rose a brow ridge before putting on the costume scraps. He stands and bobbles his head, making the bells ring. "well?" He spins around.
"Hm. I don't know." She drags the box of other costumes her dad collected for fun. Halloween was his favorite time of year.
"that's a lot of stuff."
"Yup. Dad had a weird hobby."
"ya don't talk much about your parents."
She smiled faintly before reaching over to swap his hat out for a brown bob wig. "Here. Now you can be frisk!." He stares at her intensely. "Y-yeah. I don't… really like bringing back some memories. Long story."
He nodded and said nothing on the matter as he picked up a wizard hat with an attached beard. "now we match." She rolls her eyes and digs out some cat ears and replaced her hat with them. Their little dress up game continued for a while. Her father had mostly clown looking outfits. She starts putting up the items and smiles when he kept the jester hat.
Suddenly Dayna and Undyne arrived to kick her door in. That seems to be their thing whenever they both come over. They looked amazing in their costumes. Undyne rocked the fish pirate look while Dayna was… a vampire. No surprise there. "Come on Ruby! Let's go get some candy!"
"It's not sundown yet though…." Krissa felt confused and vaguely felt Chara connecting again. For some reason she was feeling awe towards Undyne. They never told her that empathy was a thing.
"Fuhuhuhu! No worries! There's a park where we set up a festival. Asgore saw something about an All Hallow's eve renaissance festival thing."
"There's gonna be pumpkins, floating fireballs, and apple bobbing and a bonfire!" Her short friend was practically vibrating with excitement. "It's going to be so cool. Oh and there will be soooo much monster food! Did you know Mettaton is going to be there too?"
She chuckles and takes both women by the hand. "Calm down vampy. Undyne, do you want me to fix your hair? I have a curler." She pulls them to her room quickly. Krissa grabs her curler from the cabinet in her bathroom. Undyne sits since she was too tall to reach. She starts wrapping the ends of the red locks around the heated metal when Dayna locks the door.
"Okay, what's up?"
"What do you mean?"
"You brought us both in here."
Krissa fidgets a little. "Well…. Three days ago. Sans. May have. Asked me out."
Undyne whipped her head around, sending her scrambling after the hot iron before it burns her carpet. Right as she picked it up, strong arms wrap around her body in a tight hug. "RIGHT ON! I had no idea! The bonehead never said anything about this." Krissa gets her to sit back down so she can finish her hair. After that, she unplugged the device in case it got thrown again.
"Y-yeah. Sometime after today. I have no idea where." She guides her to the bathroom mirror. "How is it?"
Undyne tosses her hair over her shoulder and watches the ringlet ends bounce. "Your good! Why do you have this hair stuff anyway? I never see you with anything but your usual style."
"I used to have long hair. In school, some bullies chopped it off so I keep it short now."
Dayna nods. She was there when it happened. "Maybe you should try growing it out again. We aren't kids anymore so we don't have to be afraid of Savanna. Sure, she's still a bitch but that shouldn't stop you from wanting to look pretty. You loved your hair. Think of it as growing out the past."
"You sound like a therapist."
Dayna started doing the fish woman's makeup. "Psychology was my first major remember? Woah. Your eyelashes are webbed!" Krissa looked over and saw that her friend, in fact, had red webbed eyelashes. They match her ear fins perfectly. How had she never noticed?
After spraying Undyne's hair so it would stick, the three walked out of her room and left the house all together. Sans was already gone that was too bad. She would have liked to go with him to the festival. There were hay bales and pumpkins everywhere. There were indeed, floating fireballs that became more visible as the sky darkens. In the center of the park was a traditional teepee shaped wood pile.
Her and Chara's excitement mingled as they took in the sights. Kiosks for treats and activities were all around. Face painting and masks for those with fur. Homemade pastries, candy, and caramel apples that you get after bobbing for one. Krissa spotted Asgore and ran over to him and on some urge, jumped into his arms. The large monster spun her around with her momentum. "Hey papa!" That slipped out so fast she had no way of brushing it off.
She felt her face warming up. "Oh! S-sorry. I did that with Toriel too… whoops." Slowly she was set down on the grass. His paw rests on her head and she could feel the warmth through her hat.
"Do not fret child. I have no problem with that title. In fact I would be honored if you address me as such. You are a wonderful child."
Krissa smiled. "O-okay." She years cheers and turns to see… Archery! She loved archery! A grin took over her face as she ran to the range and grabbed a bow. Beside her was a robin dressed in a robin hood costume. Funny. A pink rabbit stood in front of everyone.
"The rules are simple! Hit the pumpkins in front of you. If you get the center, you will receive a big prize!" They gesture to the large stuffed animals. Her eyes landed on the plush version of their king and a second of their queen. She giggles at the ridiculous idea of people winning their rulers over. The one she wanted though, was the giant tiger that was half her size if she laid down next to it.
The whistle blows and she knocks her arrow. Breathing in slowly and exhaling, she ignores the many others already firing. Krissa closes her left eye and focusses. Angle the arrow a little to the right due to her position. Pull further and...Release! She lets go and the barbed head finds itself embedded into the red circle painted on the orange vegetable. Bullseye.
Krissa point to her desired prize. "Hand over the tiger!" Asgore claps as he walked over to her.
"Incredible. You have quite the knack for that. Where did you learn?"
"In school there was a small Archery club and even a class that had one of the units going over the rules and safety regulations."
"You were taught well."
"Thank you!" She says both to asgor and the rabbit that gave her the Tiger. "Can I leave this in the mansion? I can't really carry it around with me when I have candy to collect."
"Of course you can."
She nods and hurries across the street and down a block until she reached the large home. SHe quickly goes in and placed the stuffed animal in the guest room. Chara tugs her senses. "What is it?"
Did you feel it?
"Feel what?"
It felt like you were being watched. Well I should say us but nobody knows.
"It's probably one of the monsters. Is it you who said Papa through me by the way?"
No. I haven't possessed you. However, I do have wants and urges that you carried out on your own simply because we synced up. It was nice… to hug father again.
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Her phone chimes in her pocket and she sees the group text about everyone gathering for the bonfire before heading out to start trick-or-treating. She makes it in time to see the fire already lit. Sans was actually there this time. He turns around and waves one of his hands before shoving it into his pocket.
The monsters and Dayna were dancing around the fire joyfully. "having fun?"
"Yes. I would have more fun if you dance with me though." The aura of discomfort was something she could feel. He shuffles on his feet. "It's okay if you don't want to. I'm not one to push boundaries."
"sorry... i have this problem. it's been getting better but it still gets in the way of normal interaction. haphephobia i think is the term."
Fear of touch? That was an interesting fact she didn't know about him. Then again, Sans kept to himself. She nodded and stood beside him to watched the flames. She felt content to just be at his side like this. Krissa blinked when an Idea came to mind. "Do you think-"
"Helloooooo darling!~" The loud, metallic, sultry voice interrupted her. She turns around to see the famous robot strutting in wearing a black velvet bodysuit wit ca ears and a tail as well as a jingling bell collar. His feminine curves pulled it off. His silky black hair somehow had pink on the underside.
His visible pink eye blinked. It was so weird. It closed like a camera shutter instead of his eyelid moving. Mettaton was looking right at her. "Oh my~" He walks over and she stepped back instinctively. "Who is this buoyant beauty?" He purrs at her. She immediately crossed her arms over her chest self consciously. To think she rented one of his movies and liked it. This man was rude.
"Salutations, I'm…. Krystal."
"What a marvelous name for you darling. One I would love to repeat multiple times."
Her eyes widened at the suggestive remark and stepped behind Sans. "I-I'm going to meet the others. It's a-almost time to go candy hunting. See you later Sans." She hurried off, looking over her shoulder to see the skeleton glaring at the robot who shrugged her discomfort off as her being shy. Krissa couldn't help but feel insulted.
Flashy and flirtatious. That was her first impression of the metallic star. She did feel better when she saw that Sans disapproved as much as she did. The Dreemurr house group were all ready at the entrance. Alphys was dressed as a princess in a baby blue gown and flower crown. A princess infatuated with a pirate no less. Frisk dressed like a goat. Har har. Flowey was still flowey. Toriel wore her royal robes but added some butterfly shaped violet wings that matched her eyes. Papyrus wore… She thinks he's spagheti. He had orange yarn hanging down like some willowy dress and a hat shaped to looked like three meatballs.
They were prepared to knock people's' doors down for candy now. Chara gave a wave of amusement when she looked at Frisk again. The sky was dark and the group went from house to house. When they reached the human neighborhood, it was a pleasant surprise to see houses with signs stating that monsters were welcome. There must have been a notice about them wanting to take part in the holiday outside of the monster towns.
Frisk had to have Toriel carry their bag after it got to heavy since they still had Flowey in their arms to worry about. It was a fun night. Everyone joked and chatted. Apparently Papyrus adores Mettaton. That was hard to believe but the skeleton had literal stars in his eyes. Sans shrugged when she gave him a look. Every once in awhile, she would sneak a piece of chocolate into her mouth for Chara to taste.
She actually liked having her ghostly companion around. Maybe her house won't be to unbearable when she's alone now. Now she had a voice to talk to like some mad woman. She fell back after she felt that she had enough bunty in her pillowcase bag. Sans was gnawing on a sucker. It was interesting to watch his maw open and close. The outer fangs were normally hidden since his mouth narrowed at the ends but she could see all but the tips now.
Then his blue appendage slinked out and her face got incredibly warm. It startled her before but now? She wasn't disgusted. It was actually attractive to her. Krissa turns her gaze back ahead only to see her impish friend wiggling her eyebrows at her. She sticks her tongue out.
While the group heads back, the loose Dayna at her apartment and then her forest pat came up. "I had fun! The festival was amazing."
Toriel bumped her muzzle to her forehead in a motherly kiss. "Be safe Krystal. I hope to see you for tea tomorrow?"
"I'll try to make it." Toriel leaves with a passed out child and flower in her arms.
"I THE GREAT PAPYRUS WISH TO HANG OUT WITH MY HUMAN FRIEND AGAIN!"
"Of course Paprika."
"NEVERMIND!" He storms off.
"heh. good one. you've been practicing?"
"A little. See you next movie night or, whatever day you plan on taking me to wherever." She smiles, feeling flustered just thinking about the eventual date. "Goodnight Sans."
"g'night."
Undyne was tired too and was not capable of english so Alphys stuttered out her goodbyes for both of them. They were so cute together. With her stash of candy in hand, she begins her walk to the house.
I feel watched again. And don't say monsters. They're all gone.
She was too tired to deal with the ghost and their paranoid thoughts. The house was right ahead and she pushes the unlocked door open. Krissa blinks in confusion. Her sleepy memories were far too muddled to remember if she locked it on the way out.
I'm going home. See you next time.
She feels them detach from her and vanish completely. Krissa locks her door and even tests the handle before going to her bathroom to wash the makeup off her face and begin her nightly routine. After getting into her nightie, she flops down on her ed and grabs her blue bear.
Her eyes drift shut. Exhaustion blankets her whole body and surely she will have a deep dreamless sleep. And it was for the most part. Her dreams were simply memories of the wonderful time she had. She was excited for the following days.
A sound later interrupted her slumber. She tried to back to sleep but an uncomfortable feeling in her arms made it impossible. She opened her eyes. Hovering over her was Jordan! His pimple scar ridden face is flushed and rank breath blowing onto her face.
Krissa opened her mouth to scream only to discover duct tape. She looked up to that her hands here also tied to a space carved out of her headboard. The man sits up and straddles her waist. He unfolds a black butterfly knife and licks the blade. The sight made her struggle with the binds.
"Ah ah ah. No need to look so hurt Krystal~ You've been teasing me for weeks now. Being happy, showing your smile. You made me want you. I know you're still pure. You haven't been taken yet. But don't worry-" he drags a knife down her arm till he got to the strap of her nightie. "Your first time will be with a human! And you're all dressed up for me too. Heheheh."
He leans down and sniffs at her hair. "So pretty. All you have is those eyes to scare people off. I can't believe I haven't done this sooner. When all you had was that Emo bitch as a friend." Krissa glared daggers at him and started kicking. This only seemed to excite him even more. Jordan grins as he grinds the forming bulge in his pants against her stomach.
This was repulsing. She needed someone to save her but who would even hear her scream out here? She was alone. A tear escaped her eye and she turns her head away.
'Somebody…. Help me….. Please!'
"Hahahah! Giving yourself to me now? Fantastic! Now, even if you go to the police, it won't count as rape! Consent was given after all!" He laughed like some deranged sociopath. She closed her eyes and tried blocking out the sensations like she does pain.
Suddenly there was an electric charge in the air. Magic. She smiles behind the tape over her mouth before everything goes black.
Someone came.
Sans was joking to Papyrus when as they head to their respective rooms, he froze. Something was wrong. His soul tightened painfully. He touched his sternum and turned to the windows.
Had Krissa gotten home alright? He kicked his shoes off in his room just as he felt a surge of danger. Her soul… It was screaming. She was in danger. He takes a shortcut to her living room like he always did and saw she wasn't in the main rooms. He hears a loud unfamiliar voice from down the hall where her room was located. Sans ran until he came upon a scene that made him want to throw up.
"Heheh. Now it's time for some fun."
Krissa was sprawled out on her back with this man over her. She was tied to her own bed and gagged by the grey tape. Bones materialize above him, his hand whipping out to envelope him in blue magic. She throws him into the opposite wall. "don't you dare touch her!"
The man coughs up blood while the bones pin him to the wall. He turned his furious glowing disk of an eye to the man.
He lifts his head and grins at the skeleton. "Hheheheh. You're that monster she's been fawning over huh? Wow that's sick. C'mon, I was doing her a favor! Better me than some undead beast!"
"you are the one who's sick here. as the judge, i got a question for ya," He summons a blaster. "how would you like it if i broke every bone in your body?"
"Y-you wouldn't dare!"
"i would. because people like you should burn in hell." The blaster charged but he stills when Krissa groans through her gag. He looks over at her to see her red watery eyes begging him. The message was clear. 'Don't kill him.' He growls and the blaster vanishes along with the bones pinning him up.
The human man stumbled just as Sans grabs his throat. "don't take me sparing you lightly human. if you lay another hand on her, i will hunt. you. down. capiche?" His grin sharpens as fear was showing on the man's face. Sans lets go of him and watches as he runs out of the house. Before turning to Krissa.
Sans unties her hands and gently peels off the tape. He lifts her up in his arms, ignoring the automatic shiver his bones gave. She looked so small when she curled up like this. He shifted her and saw the hairline cuts on her from where that knife grazed her. Nothing too serious.
She closes her eyes slowly, probably to exhausted to keep awake. He drops through a shortcut to get back home. The queen was standing in the kitchen with a teapot but at the sight of them, it falls to the ground, shattering.
"tor…. she needs healing."