Sans jolted up from the couch, a feeling of dread in his gut. The air was icy cold and it tingled his bones.

Something wasn't right.

Frisk hadn't returned and it's been hours.

Sans started walking out the door, telling Papyrus he'll be back and ventured on to where that chilling air was coming from. He directed his attention to the woods and entered in, each step creating a pulse of fear in Sans.

"I knew that damn freak was going to try something with the kid, I fucking knew and couldn't stop it." Sans thought with grim regret

He tapped in to some of his magic and flickered a blue flame to help him see through the now darkened woods. He didn't stop until the iron smell hit him in the face, but what disturbed him the most was how the blood was positioned. It could have been a head blow but it would leave much more blood than this. Sans eyes turned empty black as he observed the blood closer.

It was mixed with white.

That was the first time Sans ever frowned.

Frisks eyes fluttered open and blinked the tiredness away. He tried to take in what just happened and where he was.

He'd just been brutally raped.

He was currently still naked.

He was back in the abyss where the world was recreated at the hands of Chara.

Chara...

That name sent Frisk into a onslaught of tears, shaking from the amount it gave.

Why?

Why would Chara do this? He knew Chara was evil but not this despicable to go as far as to take his virginity from him.

"I thought you cared Chara." Sobbed out the weakened boy on the cold ground.

Frisk tried to get up only to fall right back down at the pain in his lower back.

This isn't what he wanted to happen. He never thought Chara would do this, he not sure he'll ever forgive him.

He just hoped Sans will save him.

"I see your awake slendid." a familiar voice rang out

Frisk shot up only to meet face to face with the being he wanted to see less.

"When the hell did he get here without me noticing?" Frisk mentally frantic

But upon seeing the boy he gasped in devastation

Chara...wasn't Chara anymore.

He had two jagged horns on his head, one eyes fully red, the other black. His lower jaw wasnt present instead only long thin stingers and a tongueas long as a table. His arms had little what appeared to be stones on his otherwise ghostly skin. He no longer had hands but five fingered long thin sharp claws for hands. He chest region was bare save for a few scars. The lower half was that off a spider but with more legs and looked more mechanical than flesh. The color of his monstrous parts was green and yellow streaked.

All in all, he was a monster a true one that only humans spoke of.

Frisk was near having a heart attack with this much hyperventilating.

"What's the matter love? You look like your about to faint. Does my appearance displease you?"

Frisk notice the sadness and rejection in his voice, even though he hurt him to the point of no return he still cared for Chara because he knows how Chara must be feeling right now.

So he shakily reached out both hands and wrapped them around the others neck stunning the demon monster.

"Chara?"

Sill frozen

"Listen to me okay?"

He said it with so much brokenness that Chara almost collasped.

"I...I know...your hurting...it's not just about me is it I'm only part of it."

What...why are you saying this to me? Stop being so nice i don't deserve it!

"I know you...hate humans I know but you must let go or it'll consume you...and eat you alive."

Black tears fell in the abyss, dissappearing

Stop it.

"You should know by now I love and care for you...I'm...not...the ones...who...hurt you."

Shut up!

Red tears fell vanishing

Frisk slumped over, Charas spiked arm catching before he fell and trying his best not to hurt him.

Chara said nothing when he got into a comfortable position and layed Frisk against his chest caging him in. He brought forth golden chains and they magically did what he asked. The chains circled them until they were tightened with measure. He chained a collar on himself and Frisk so that it connects them both together.

The chains were pulsing, their beating is the only sound that can be heard.

"Once the chains stop beating, they cannot be undone."

Another sound could be heard.

The groans of lamentation.

Sans wandered forward ahead. He vomited the ketchup earlier seeing that horrid sight. That kid sickened him to no end. To go as far as that. He was more than angry, he was ouraged. He wanted to be the one to take Frisks purity, to make love to them. But this kid had fucked it all up and Frisk may never want to be around a man, let alone touch one with the irreparable damage that pervert caused.

Sadistic bastard.

Sans stopped at the clearing in hopes of finding Frisk but was met with some flowers. He analyzed the place, Frisk was here. The spaghetti plate left untouched. So where was the kid now? He picked the red flower, it reminded him of Frisk. He twisted and folded it until it became a small heart in his palm. A tiny smile appeared only to frown again as this place reeked of the sick kid.

Without a second thought, he summoned a blaster and blaster the mini garden until it was nothing but gaping path and ashes.

Sans continued on to the new path he created, more determined in his entire life he sought out to kill the kid and get Frisk back.

He pocketed the small heart and held it all the way.

A smiling image of Frisk drifted through his mind and the cyan colored eyes was no more only a blazing grey fire.