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Chapter 3

She found herself laughing again.

On Frisk's face, which came as a surprise began to happen, anxiety and disgust began to melt, letting him notice he was angry. "What are you laughing at…?"

Chara stopped laughing, throwing him another of her merciless smiles. "I don't know... You seem mad at me. Watching me laugh makes you angry?" She was being honest for once. Frisk was about to respond when she interrupted him. "I thought you would like to hear someone laugh." That just startled him, he couldn't tell if she was faking the things she said anymore. "And there's something I've meant to propose you." Still confused, he locked stares with her.

The locket that belonged to the once human Chara suddenly emerged from the darkness to fall at his feet. He looked at it in surprise, not trusting the demon for one second. "Take it." She whispered. He was out of ideas, there was nothing else to do, so he took it. Cold on his hands, the clean silver relic reflected his face on its curve surface. Seconds without a word passed as if they were hours. After giving the demon a quick glance, Frisk finally opened it. Inside, the picture of a smiling girl met his eyes. Although it was old, it was clear how she was similar to him.

In the picture, her bloodshot eyes were not clearly shown, but it was her locket after all. "Is that...?" He had already figured it out, but asked anyway.

"Yes, that was me." She half closed her eyes. "You see…" Her smile dissapered, "I should have died alone, a long long time ago…" she sighed. The silence surrounded them.

Frisk knew how things were, carefully getting up with her locket in his hands, he couldn't deny his role in the story, the story he would have changed if he had could. "Why are you giving me this?" He extended his arm, holding the object. "I know this was yours, but…" He thought it must have been important for her in the past. He knew nothing about the past.

It could have been his mind playing tricks on him, but he perceived how her irises seemed closer than just a second before. "It means your worthless regret might receive some relief. A chance for things to… Go differently than they did." The sole idea enlightened his thoughts for a second, but it was still abstract.

Chara was slowly getting closer to him. He considered backing away from her, but he would lose the only light source in the place and he couldn't see where to go. He held the relic tightly in his hand. "W-wait. How?" He didn't realize by then, but this deal required something else besides a demon's determination.

"How?" Step by step, the distance between them shrined until Chara was at the edge of the spotlight.

Graceful, near one head taller than him, she still wore the same attire alike to Frisk's, like if there was a reason for this to be. The visible differences between them where the next. The colors of their sleeves, horizontally striped tones of darker and clearer blue against dark faded green with no design, and the sizes, Frisk's fitted him well, while Chara's was larger than it should, reaching more of his arms and torso, giving a skirt sort of impression, it also covered more of her neck. Their pants where similar too, Frisk's were black, but Chara's showed off a more adjusted, almost obscured to black, brown. Black worn boots that reached the calves completed Chara's attire.

The bottom of the face he hadn't had the chance to appreciate before was the highest point the lights would reach and, even that way, the picture matched reality. The effect her expressions had in the darkness hadn't been easy for him to ignore. Before, she redly smiled across the shadows, but now he could truly observe her lips without obstacles.

For brief moments, a glare replaced her already distended smile. "I can't believe how easily you forget." Frisk was lost for words, not much of what had happened to him was entirely readable for his mind, a mind that had held a demon's determination and so, would hardly be able to retain full comprehension of it. Chara guessed so after an awkward silence. "I want something that belongs to you, something I have already put my hands on…" She spoke as Frisk kept staring at the level of her jawline, which was peculiar to her. It even made her wonder if the kid found her appealing until his drifting away ended and his gaze left her. It was true, Frisk had found himself ensnared by her.

He closed the relic and held it firmly within his grasp as his hand searched for the confidence of the pocket in his sleeve. After having finally satiated the thirst of his eyes, he managed to recover his solemnness and was ready to face his fate and the possibility to change it. "I accept." The sight of the demon girl filled him with determination.

She rewarded him in her own manner, with an authentic smile that promised to become dangerous later on. "Are you sure? I don't want to rip you apart to take it." She received a decisive nod in response. "Don't you want to know what I'm talking about?" Again, a nod was the answer. Her arm slowly raised until her hand aimed straight to his heart, pointing it. Aroused, she breathed deeply through her mouth, her widened red eyes tensed, but the human knew it wasn't time to ruin it or run away. Then he noticed among the white teeth how her canines stood out, longer, sharper than usual for someone of her original species, but she had changed her humanity for something different a long time ago. An open grin provided the terrible answer. "Your soul." It wasn't a nightmare, he hadn't been more awake in his entire life.

Although more transcendental than his will, his soul alone wasn't capable of anything, by giving it, he would truly be able to get back to the beginning. His choice remained firm, but the surprise made him think. The demon was eager for an answer, she lowered her arm and her grin diluted, still, her expressions wouldn't calm and remained threatening. "Well? Aren't you eager to get back and meet everyone you killed… Partner?" The weight of the decision and everything it involved was overwhelming, too much for an 11 year old child.

He looked down at his feet, wondering. What if this did nothing but doom him and the underground again? Those where not easy questions, there were no answers. He dug in his pocket until he touched the silver surface of the relic, he needed to find the strength to face the demon again, even by faking it, or risk it all. "We are not above consequences." He muttered. "I can't trust you, Chara."

"Frisk…" The corner of his gaze saw her close her eyes and lower her face, indulging his distrust with a merciless smile. "Even as you are, almost as lost as I was… Soon you'll find out you can only trust me." Was it that bad, that he could only trust someone like her? "You need your fresh start, and I can share it with you… There's no other way." She took a step to the front, exiting the darkness, it was so sudden. Brown hair, clearer than Frisk's, covered her left eyebrow, menacing to eclipse the red of her eye. Her skin was rosy, almost reaching some paleness. Her nose was delicately firm, as well as the rest of her face. "Come with me…" She extended her hand for him to take it. He hesitated, stunned by the demon girl's young charm. She looked like 12, maybe 13. Another step to the front. "Frisk… I'll tear you apart…" Strangely, her eyes lacked their former fierceness, but the black across the red still made him its captive, it fascinated him. It would fascinate anyone.

Her cold hand held his.

"You really are an idiot"

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