Summery: You know Modern Family? Yes? So just think of this as a regularly scheduled episode, except that everyone is not aware that they are being watched or recorded and their free will to make decisions. Buuut YOU get to control them! Yay lucky you! Sounds pretty crappy huh? Well that would be such a horrible, horrible thing to do.
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Enjoy or whatever.
"Sooo….3?"
"Yep."
"..Are you sure?"
"Yeep."
"Frisk are you absolutely, without a single doubt sure?"
"Yeeeeep."
"Hmmm, I see...are yo-."
"SANS!"
"Sorry, sorry! I just like making sure that I have the right facts, Frisk you have no idea how fickle the timelines can be if I do not have the exact coordinates and information! I once nearly transported myself into heaven tale!"
"Why is that a bad thing? Hevantale is amazing, NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS!"
"That's the point!"
"You're the smart one again right?
The dark and ominous lab echoed with constant bickering, it made the dark space seem brighter and much more of a soothing place to be in.
I mean it's not like the place was going to turn into the thunder dome anytime soon, but at least it won't attract Dracula and other monsters who have an undying urge for dark and unpleasant smelling places. For as long as they kept their bickering (arguing over stupid shit) that is.
The couple had given up long ago on sitting on stools and fancy chairs, now they had resided on Sans' lumpy green couch. It smelled like old rusty coins and ibuprofen, but Frisk still sank into the couch and inhaled the scent as if it were the last she would have this chance. Sans had his legs crossed and his trusty clipboard propped up against one knee, frantically scribbling like a madman on caffeine.
Frisk had a (now very cold) cup of coffee in her hands, it was very bitter and tasted like shit (if not even worse) but she had some of her manners left over. And it made it all the more worth it seeing Sans' face light up whenever she took a polite sip every now and then.
Where was a conveniently placed vase to spit out when you need it?
Frisk fumbled with the handle of her cup, glaring at it as if it had insulted her. "Sans seriously I'm not an idiot who would lie to the only person who can actually help me," Bracing herself, she finished her coffee and slammed it down on the nearby coffee table. "But last time I checked, I did go through 3 freaking AU's."
Frisk sarcastically held up three fingers with a smug smile.
"I mean I think so, maybe you should check to make sure you got the facts right." Frisk's face scrunched in annoyance, her voice dripping with bitterness.
Sans didn't glance away from his frantic note taking, guilt immediately hit Frisk like a very harshly thrown brick. Why oh why must sarcasm and bitchiness be her fall back? It was much easier to be rude and blunt to cover up the fact that you're secretly scared and are in very much need of a hug. Unfortunately not everyone is aware of this horrible Frisk had and therefore took it rather personal and to heart.
But is there really any other way to take it?
Pfft, that was actually pretty funny
Frisk's expression softened and her voice swelled with guilt. "Sorry Sans, I don't mean to be so...bitchy with you. I know I shouldn't use my whole timeline thingy as an excuse, but I'm rea-."
Sans interrupted, still not looking up."As much as I appreciate your heartfelt apology Frisk, but really it's not needed." A smirk lingered on Sans' face, making Frisk's face turn a brilliant pink.
Well there goes a good apology for nothing.
He went on, his smirk ever present. "If I were in your situation I would be much more unstable than you are now, I'm shocked you're still standing to be blunt with you. I can't imagine anyone going through all that and emerge unscathed as you are now, I think anyone else would actually be a wreck." Sans stopped writing and actually looked up, a crooked and lopsided smile played on his face.
Okay now ask him again but tell him to use English
"Wait, what?"
Way to go, doesn't make you seem like a dumb ass at all
"I'm just saying Frisk with what everything you're going through it's only natural that you'd be very moody, although you're always sarcastic so I see no reason to apologize for that. Anyways you are a very strong person to be able to put up with so much and yet still be sitting here normally, I would bow but you would most certainly hold that over my head for a while. But at least know you do not need to apologize for that, I would actually prefer it if you were to release whatever you're feeling with. It would save us the dramatic episode don't you think?"
Frisk felt a sudden warmth run through her body, this Sans had a weird way of showing he cared, along with a bad way with words. But at least it came from the heart, metaphorically speaking of course.
He called you dramatic! Throw a vase or something at his head, how DARE HE!
Frisk ignored them, smiling ear to ear. "Thanks Sans, but really I don't wanna be a bitch to you after all you're doing for me already." Frisk reached over and gently patted Sans on his back, ignoring the tensing in Sans' body. "You don't deserve that, I'm just mean and bitter right now. Just don't let me go to sleep, you have no idea how much I wanted to wake up in this AU."
Sans hummed in acknowledgement and returned to his clipboard.
We were just getting somewhere come on!
Frisk still kept talking, her energy seemed to kick in "Oh and once this all gets settled, we can call ourselves 'Sans and Frisk the setters of resets'!"
Sans stopped his note taking entirely and turned to shoot Frisk an unimpressed look.
"For one thing setters isn't even a word-"
"Who the hell cares, let's make it one!" Frisk interrupted coily.
"-Secondly, why do I get top billing? You once ranted for 3 hours straight about how it was unfair that there's a movie about dogs and not you." Sans restored back.
"Well you are the one who can juggle."
"Can't argue with that logic."
The two sat in silence for a while, with Sans' scribbling and Frisk occasionally clicking her tongue being the only noise. Frisk had to pinch herself every once in awhile to keep her eyes open, it was just so quiet and the caffeine was wearing off and she JUST WANTED SOME FREAKING REST!
Was that too much to ask?
"Frisk I know this may come across as an odd question, but what is one of your most preferable AU's?"
Apparently so.
I like the one where everyone tries to eat us, remember? The one where the comedian cuts off your head? That was fun.
"I had my list with me, but I think I threw it out or ripped it apart, I can't remember." Frisk said rather convincingly, already knowing that it was safe in her sweater pocket. "No offence but is it really important to...the resets and timeline jumping and all that? I mean I'm not the one who can juggle but I am the one who's drinking your coffee to stay awake. "
Sans finally halted his frantic scribbling. "No I suppose not, but I still am not completely certain that what I have is correct and I think that sitting in silence is not helping your sanity very much. Also I find you to be very good company Frisk, you are a very soothing presence to be around and to talk to-." Sans didn't seem to noticed his rambling until he stole a glance at Frisk's smiling face, he lost all his composure and turning into a stuttering mess."-I-I mean uh, i-it would errm uh m-make things m-much umm, uh t-tense. IF Y-YOU er uh, w-want I mean uh, s-since it uh is y-you who i-is uh-."
Frisk spared Sans' of his embarrassment.
Killjoy
"Yeah yeah, it's okay Sans, I know what you meant." Frisk had to resist the urge to bust a gut at Sans' face, he resembled a sweating blueberry. "Thanks for saying that though it really means a lot coming from you, most people tend to dislike my amazing attitude and personality. Can you believe that?" Frisk joked elbowing Sans, causing a small smirk to appear.
Frisk scowled, her previous mood gone. "No one asked you, do you have anything better to do that torment my thoughts? Hobbies perhaps? France sounds fucking lovely this year you should go."
Mmmm, no not really. You're mind isn't that spacious of a place, besides I wouldn't want to leave you all alone.
"Ha ha, hiFUCKINGlarious."
Sans wrote down what Frisk had said on another page,word per word. He never really minded whenever Frisk spoke to them out loud. If anything he asked if she could speak out loud instead, Frisk felt a small amount of easiness around science Sans, he was the only one who believed her.
No, one of the two people who believed her.
"Anyways Sans, if I really had to name one on the top of my head I really had a blast in Dancetale last time. I l-."
Frisk stopped mid sentence when from the corner of her eye she could see Sans rolling his, a knowing looked washed over Frisk.
"What?" Frisk questioned.
"What are you talking about?" Sans replied without looking up.
"I saw that look, what the hell do you have against that AU sir? It's the perfect amount of fluff and dancing!" Frisk threw her hands up for effect, Sans tossed his papers on the table and adjusted his glasses taped to his skull.
Sans spoke in a mocking tone. "Fine if you must know I don't see the point of AU's like those, I mean seriously they don't contribute at all to anything. They're just so stupid and seem to just be there for...entertainment? I don't know how to describe it properly, but Christ Frisk it sounds just so stupid!" Frisk held her stone cold expression as well as she could, but Sans could so easily see through her crap facade. "I mean what the hell are you even supposed to do in that AU when you turn genocide? Dance everyone to death?"
Frisk couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter escaped her lips, but she quickly composed herself and sternly glared at Sans who was still smirking in satisfaction.
Ass.
"For your information , in that AU you are a depressed hip hop dancer and I am a god damn ballerina and I save you and everyone from their inner freaking demons." Sans looked unimpressed at Frisk, she flicked him off and stuck out her tongue. "Whatever it's a beautiful one with amazing songs, and a plot so screw you!"
Sans chuckled, finally picking himself off the couch. "Yes but it is certainly not your favorite correct?"
Sans knew Frisk all too well, she smiled cheekily up at the scientist who had straightened his back as to appear much more taller than he really was. Frisk was easily taller but she let him have his moments, the poor soul really deserved it.
"Oh, and it's for future reference." Sans smiled and picked up his papers and once more scribbled something frantically.
Ugh, can you just go to sleep. This is soooooo boorring.
Frisk couldn't help but compare them to a bratty 6 year old who didn't get the toy they wanted.
"Shut up." Frisk grumbled.
Oh wow, how long did it take you to come up with that? You're really losing your touch Frisk
Frisk mumbled something to themselves and rubbed their temples with very limited strength, Chara's taunting voice seemed to be giving Frisk a migraine already.
"Frisk? If you don't mind I think it's time that we actually got down to business. Who knows how long you'll be here, and I would like to get straight to real business." Sans' voice was laced with urgentness that Frisk was all too familiar, his eye sockets were filled with concern and something else Frisk didn't recognize. "I found out something that you would most certainly be interested in, so come on. Up, up."
With a turn of his heels Sans was already off, he didn't go too far, he went into a room that Frisk new all too well.
His office.
To put things shorty; shit went down in Sans' office.
Ooh come on Frisk! This is the part where we find the break through revelation on how to stop the resets! Don't wanna miss this nerve wracking revola-
"I swear to shit...if you don't fuck off Chara I..I-" Frisk struggled to think of what to say, no sounds seemed to want to leave her throat.
Frisk's silence went to Chara's advantage.
What? You'll cry again?
Frisk stared blankly at the tiled floor, truthfully she didn't know why she even bothered to put with them on a daily basis. She could always just give up of everything and just let him do whatever the hell he wanted, it's not like it will even matter either. The timeline will just reset without a single thought, so what's really the worse that could possibly happen?
But...Frisk just couldn't.
She wouldn't.
She balled up her sweater tightly in her fist. "You're not the one in control you demon prick and you never were, and never will be so leave me the hell alone. I need to fix this, and I won't let you or anyone else screw it up." She stood suddenly on shaky legs, making her way to Sans' office doors.
Was his office always that far?
Frisk faltered for a moment and grabbed her head as a jolt of pain shot through her body, immediately screwing her eyes tight. But immediately snapped them back open, she started hyperventilating and gripped her sweater so tight that her knuckles turned white. Beads of sweat fell from her face, but Frisk couldn't give less of a damn.
She could see...him.
Tar seemed to be leaking-no flooding out of his mouth and eyes, their rosy red cheeks were gone along with their child like charm. He was moving closer to her but before he got to her, she had snapped her eyes back open.
She just couldn't calm down after seeing that.
Aww, did I scare you?
They mocked with fake sweetness and laughed maniacally, Frisk felt tears start to well up.
God, what was with her and the fucking tears?
Hastily wiping away her tears with shaky and unsteady hands, she let her mind start to wonder off to other things. More specifically; Chara.
That was what Chara had become?
Yikes.
Not even in her worst nightmares had Chara ever looked like that, well maybe they had when Frisk was younger but she was certain she would never forget that face.
No matter the amount of resets.
THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME FRISK
Frisk couldn't take it anymore, gathering all the strength she could muster in her already weak and trembling body, Frisk bolted to Sans' doors. She ignored the aching pain in her head, her trembling limbs begging her to stop, everything in her hurt and told her to stop. Frisk didn't even know why she kept moving, what was the fucking point anyways?
But something almost primal told her to keep going, it was as if her body and mind did not belong to her.
But to someone else.
tHEy aLl bLAme mE yOU KnOW
Frisk stopped dead in her tracks, right in front of Sans' open doors where she could see him shuffling with papers, he couldn't see her fighting with herself. He couldn't see the pure terror in her blue orbs, the way that her hands clutched her sweater so tightly that her knuckles were white. Frisk opened her mouth to say something, scream for help, anything.
But it almost felt like a cold hand slapped over her mouth rather roughly, preventing any sound from escaping her. Frisk could feel a wave of tears threaten to slip, she felt like a prisoner of her own fucking mind for God sakes!
i'M ALWayS tHE bAd GUy
IT's alWAYs M Y faULt iSn'T it?
Frisk bit her lip in hopes to keep in her screams, soon she could taste the all too familiar flavor of blood but paid it no mind. She could feel her soul start to be ripped apart from her body, she snapped her eyes open immediately at the feeling and tried with feeble hands to somehow push it back in.
Frisk managed to find her voice. "Ch..Char...a."
tHEy DoN'T WANt tO aDMIt tHAt iT'S aLl thEir FauLT RiGHt? ThEY Don'T WaNT tO aDMIt tHE EveRYoNE, tHAt tHeY aRe mESsiNg uP thE tiMeLinEs.
"W-who, w...what?"
Well, why don't I just tell you myself?
~ QUIT ~
Suddenly, Frisk found herself standing in nothing but darkness without any pain she was just in. Hesitantly raising her arm to wipe away her sweat covered forehead, it was a few moments before Frisk was able to calm down her rapid heart and shaking hands. After she calmed down Frisk finally realized her surroundings, she was no longer in front of office doors, she looked down at her feet and saw that she was standing on solid ground.
Frisk looked around hesitantly. "W-well...that's a good..sign right? I mean...can't think uh, o-of any reasons but uh. T-they're...there." Frisk tried to liven up her situation, not having enough courage to walk around and explore.
The poor sweat covered human couldn't help but feel shivers traveling up her spine, it was eerily quiet with only her breathing, and heartbeat in her ears as the only sound. Frisk couldn't help but want to lie down on the floor and take a well deserved nap. It didn't matter anyhows.
The timelines were a shambling mess, the resets are completely out of control, and if that weren't enough ammo Frisk hadn't even thought about the big guns.
Frisk groaned. "I'm going to take a chance on the black floor and sit down and possibly relax in the time out space?" Frisk had felt that calling this place the 'time out space' was a good call.
Besides her legs were killing her, who couldn't use the rest with what Frisk had just went through?
"Greetings."
"AAAAAAHHHHFUCKSHIT!"
On second thought, she wasn't that tired.
"Ugh, could you keep it down? I would very much like it if I kept my hearing thank you."
There, in full glory was Chara. Or so Frisk thought anyways. Now that she had thought about it, it had actually been quite some time since Frisk had even seen the fallen human. She had seen alternate versions of them, and even other AU's versions of Chara but things never compare to the original.
And the original hadn't aged a day.
With the height of an 8 year old and the additure of one, they still had their untidied chocolate colored hair plopped on their head. Their dark brown orbs that resembled oak gleamed with mischief, along with their smile that gleamed up at Frisk. Chara still had their plump rosy cheeks and innocence written all over them, but Frisk new they were anything but.
Of course they still had that damn necklace dangling from their neck.
They smirked coily. "Aww Frisk, I know I'm good looking but we wouldn't want to throw the years of trying to get back into the right timeline so you can finally be with the comedian out the window would we?" Chara howled with laughter that sounded very sinister to the ear, they held their sides as if they just heard the best joke in years.
Frisk gathered as much of her bravery as she could which wasn't a lot . "...Where are we Chara? I'm not in the mood to put up with you, please just…" Frisk's voice lowered to a whisper and was left staring at their old and beaten boots.
Chara halted abruptly in their laughter, looking at Frisk with a shocked expression, if one were to guess they would have assumed that Chara had just gotten slapped right across the face.
But they quickly composed themselves free of their shock, and replaced it with a bratty smile and smug filled eyes. Frisk huffed and furrowed her brows in frustration at the stupid expression that Chara wore like a glove, and wanting nothing more than to smack it off their face.
"Ooooh, is the high and mighty Frisk actually begging for help?" They teased, smugness dripping from each word like ooze. "Man the ONE time a reset doesn't happen, I would give anything to go back and see your face, HA!" Chara couldn't help but feel proud that they had the upper hand, it felt nice to feel a little in control for once.
"Seriously Chara come on, I had enough of all this bullshit for one day," Frisk sighed exasperated, massaging her temples to relieve herself of stress. "I just want to know what the hell is going on, is that seriously too much to ask? And I know you know more than you let on about what's going on with the timelines and resets." She waved her arms around wildly around, "And wherever the hell this fucking place is! Seriously where are we? Is this where you come to brood about your non existent life?"
"Ooh very close actually, it's the only thing I have control of in this entire shit show."
"Your life not being one of them?"
"I thought you said it was non existent."
"Toche' asshole."
The two humans chuckled good naturedly, almost forgetting the predicament they were in.
Well almost, the darkness reminded them quite abruptly.
Chara coughed into their small fist. "No offence but I don't have all the time in the world so we really should get down to business, you're a great distraction."
Frisk didn't know weather that was to be taken as in insult or a compliment.
They started rocking on their heels with a smug smirk gracing their lips. "Soooo where to being exactly? Oh, want me to start with the fact that we're not even in control of our own choices? That our entire existence is literally just to entertain a bunch of idiots? I've been wearing the same tasteless sweater since forever? Or that I am blamed for everything bad that happens in our fucking existence? Your choice."
Frisk tugged awkwardly at the end of her sweater, biting her lip and averting her eyes from Chara's egotistical expression.
"Well gee they all sound so intriguing, I'm sort of leaning towards your sweater case," Frisk said trying her hardest to sound brave. "I think I'll want to save that for last though, I wanna get through the boring crap first before even hearing about this." To someone's ear they would have thought that Frisk was being far too casual and laid back, and in a way she was.
But Frisk had to do whatever it took to prevent Chara from having any sort of satisfaction.
They seemed disappointed and puffed out their cheeks as if they were a child. "Fine, but seriously do you have any idea how much it sucks wearing the same ugly sweater day after day? I seriously need some more variety in my life, if I wake up and see the same god forsaken sweater Frisk, I'm going to snap," With one final huff they plopped themselves down on the the floor, and as soon as they did a bed of golden flowers soften their fall.
It was rather impressive to see Frisk not even taken aback at all by the sight, she found herself sitting down right across from them with a stone cold expression. Unfortunately no flowers did show up to cushion her.
Assholes.
"Okay well you can't freak out and start bawling your eyes out Frisk, I seriously can't put up with an emotionally unstable you. You have no idea how draining it is." Chara said looking rather apathetic.
Frisk shot them an annoyed glare. "Well I wouldn't want to put you off."
Satisfied with Frisk's response, they puffed out their chest and began to fondle with the locket around their neck roughly. "Well then might as well get down to it. Everything that we say or do is...controlled to put it shortly I guess. Even this right now that I'm saying to you was planned out ahead of time, our actions, choices, and even our own thoughts are controlled. It's all planned out I guess, nothing we say or do is really our own choices. It's someone else's, they're the one behind the wheel."
Chara continued, mindless plucking petals from flowers. "We're just a sick twisted form of entertainment for other people, they get a kick from seeing us struggle and suffer. Pfft-kind of hypocritical don't you think huh partner?" Frisk stiffened awkwardly at the old nickname, not able to deny the chills that traveled all over her body, Chara seemed to notice and smiled even wider. "I mean my moral compass doesn't exactly point due north but are you serious? I don't even have control over what I'm going to say, let alone have the power to kill monsters and reset timelines out of my own god damn will. What the hell do they think I am? Some fucking G O D-?"
"Oh but don't worry, we can't actually die so it's not like it matters anyways, we're just puppets for entertainment. Whenever you die you just go back to the save point and then BAM! Problem solved you can always go back so it's not like it matters right? AND THEN they get all pissy when they kill monsters, give ME CONTROL and then act all surprised and hurt that I actually take control! What the hell do they think is going to happen? I'm going to offer them a god damn box of chocolates-?"
They stopped their rant right in their tracks, seeing Frisk's bewildered expression they knew that most of this was going right over her head.
Ugh, what a .
Chara rubbed their temples. "Okay this isn't working, just think of it...like a game."
"A game?" Frisk asked.
They forcefully plucked out flowers one by one as a new one grew in it's place."Yes a game, when you fell down the mountain your objective was to get to the surface in one piece. Now if you want to put it bluntly, you can either go pacifist, neutral, or...well put two and two together. And of course like everything else, y-no one has any control of their own lives and what they can say or do, it's already planned out for them. You're the good guy that everyone praises and loves, and why wouldn't you be it's not like you can possibly do anything bad, you single handedly saved everyone with the power of love or something stupid like that."
"So you're saying I didn't?" Frisk asked defensively.
"Yes! You still don't get it do you?"
Chara sighed exasperated from Frisk's lack of understanding that she wasn't control about what she said or did. How hard was it to grasp that simple concept? "We don't have any say in what anything happens Frisk, only when you finish the game and get everyone to the surface is when they can't do anything anymore. They have no control over us in the surface, but they can be selfish and bring us all back to square fucking one."
"And they call you the bad guy." It was more of a statement than a question, but it's not like Chara actually noticed.
Chara clicked their tongue. "Bingo partner, you know I thought you would be more of a mess when I told you. I'm slightly impressed, kudos fruit loop."
Frisk scowled, sending a glare to the floor.
They clapped their hands loudly with a cheery smile. "Ooh but that's not all partener," They spoke in a sing song voice. "Did you also know that they're the reason for the resets, the timelines, and the god damn alternate universe jumps? Annnnnd they STILL have the balls to call me the demon or bad guy. Is it so bad to want a change of pace every now and then?"
"Your idea of change of pace is killing everyone." Frisk replied accusingly.
"I'm not the one who keeps resetting the fricken timeline now am I? Freakin hypocrites if you ask me." They grumbled, crossing their arms with a huff like a child who didn't get what they wanted at a store. "Seriously what the hell can I do? THEY'RE the ones who offer me control for fuck's sakes, and they don't wanna pay the bill so they dump it on me!"
Frisk smirked. "Pfft, did you seriously just say 'freakin'? Scared mom's gonna find out?"
"Har dee har har." Chara replied dryly, a deep red blush spread through their cheeks.
Silence enveloped the two like a blanket, with the occasional sound courtesy from Chara plucking the never ending pedals of a flower. There was really nothing left to ask or really do for that matter, Frisk didn't really fully believe what Chara told her. I mean would you? This was probably just another AU that she found herself in and in almost no time she'll be back with science Sans and everything will turn out just peachy.
Or as close to peachy as things can get.
It was then that Frisk noticed that they had somehow sat down on some type of patch of grass? There were lights around them that seemed to be only on them, like they were the stars of a play and were about to break into song at any moment. She could almost faintly hear the tune to a song if she strained her ears hard enough.
"Where...are we?" Frisk asked apprehensively.
They sighed, picking up their head and looked around. "Save screen." They told Frisk in a bored tone, like she should have known.
It didn't help clear up matters.
"Ah, sorry I'm still a little of a newbie," Frisk joked with a strained smile, rubbing her arms with shaking hands and an unsteady breath.
Chara left their torture with the poor flowers and gave all their attention to the terrified human in front of them. They seemed to know that Frisk didn't really fully believe in what they were saying, which was fair. It was as if someone were to tell you that aliens are indeed real and they're one of us!
One of us!
One of us!
You would most certainly think they belonged in a nice little white room with a very comfy hug jacket. With nice smiling people making sure they were okay and didn't choke on their own saliva with cameras taking very nice care of them.
They stood up, dusting themselves off with a look of repulsion.
"Look...Frisk, believe what you want but I'm telling you the truth. The nerd's going to tell you the same exact thing I just did, the only difference is that you're actually going to believe him." A swell of guilt clustered in Frisk hearing Chara's almost hurt voice.
But she quickly remembered all those times where he was always there to make Frisk feel like even more shit, or those times when Frisk did not feel like shit but he made her feel like complete and other shit. So the guilt quickly washed away.
Frisk tried to stand up but found herself glued to her spot, fan fucking tastic.
"So..what now? Is there anything else you need to tell me? Or do I need permission from 'them' to get up and leave? Oh while I'm at it, is it okay if I use the bathroom without 'their' permission? Oh do they even control how I take a shit?" Frisk rambled on, the sarcasm and bitchiness came back to come another day.
Frisk was slightly disappointed when she got no reaction from him, only more walking and the clicking of their heeled boots.
Chara didn't even bother to turn around to look down at Frisk's awaiting face, they just walked on without a single fuck. No matter how much time has passed it seemed that they still had the body of child, and the heart of a child who just wanted to protect and save their family.
In their own twisted little way.
Frisk noticed that a door that appeared like the ones in the ruins had come into view, they stood right in front of it, rocking back and forth on their heels. They spoke in a rather calm and soothing manner, but never turned back.
"Do whatever you want Frisk, I know you don't believe it right now. But trust me, as soon as you get it through your fucking mind...you're going to be a bawling mess." Frisk's expression turned sour, knowing that she was a rather dramatic person. Which was ironic since most of the time she carried her iconic stoic expression. "Which will really make the crowd feel sorry for poor old Frisk but still want to see how things turn out...hypocrites."
Frisk came to a sudden realization. "WAIT! W-what the hell, are you just going to leave me here?"
A snort escaped from their lips, not at all helping with Frisk's jumping nerves.
"Relax, once I continue you'll be back in home sweet alternate universe, don't fret." Chara said, turning around and stealing a quick glance. "Just...try to find a way out of the resets I guess, 'Stay Determined' isn't the best advice to give, given our situation don't you think?"
Frisk was taken aback rather forcefully. "You...don't know how to stop them?"
An exasperated sigh left from Chara, like they were dealing with an annoyingly persistent child. Which gave the situation a lot more hilarity considering Chara fit the part of a child like a glove.
"Nope..one of the many things I have no control over."
CONTINUE?
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Y E S
"Hope you all enjoyed, I really hope our suffering was entertaining enough for you all. Don't forget to tune in for next time!"
I'll skip the sorry because it's going to take up all 4945 characters I have left 49- dammit it changed, well I hope it was good? Oh and I will work on 'Eh, forgedaboutit' but I was craaaaving this story. I'm working on it right now as we speak, or as you read. Thank you though for making it this far, love ya all.
Thank you so much and goodnight