Frisk Didn't know where she was. Last she checked, she was asleep in a spare bed that Undyne had put her into. Now she found herself trapped in a thick fog dressed in what appeared to an Assassin's cloak, carrying a knife or at least some sort of dagger.

"Hello, Papyrus, Sans, Undyne."

Her voice disappeared into a deep echo but try as she might call for help nobody came.

Frisk wandered for what appeared to be hours., it wasn't until she found herself hitting a brick wall. She looked up to see a tower. She found herself frozen in awe as she looked upon the tall piece of architecture.

The tower appeared to be a bright silver color, the tips of the spire appeared to glow like diamonds. The interesting thing was the place had no door. Just a cylinder tower of bright blue and purple bricks.

"Hello?" Frisk said quietly, but there was no response. The fog began to circle around her once again. Oddly enough this time, she could have sworn she could see a shadow that looked like Undyne. A smile came across her face as she ran toward the Shadow.

"Undyne!" But as she ran, the shadow disappeared.

You're not human are you? The warriors voice whispered.

"U-Undyne?"

Other shadows began to pop up as disembodied voices echoed through the fog.

You're a freaking Weirdo. First of all you don't like puzzles.

"Papyrus?"

but the way you shamble about from place to place. The Way your hands are covered in dusty powder….

Frisk looked down at her hands. They were covered in dust to the point that they looked like they were as white as snow. She tried to let out a scream, but all that would come out is a wine.

It feels like your life is going into a dangerous direction.

Frisk tried to run, she didn't know where she was, or where she was going, but something told her she needed to run.

Chara….

A voice whispered in a sing song type tone. It sounded like Frisk's voice to a certain extent, but at the same time it didn't

"Wh-Who are you?"

Chara…

"My Name's not Chara, it's Frisk."

You can't run away from me Chara. You can NEVER run away from me

"I…AM NOT CHARA!"

She felt herself fall backwards as she smacked against something. She looked up to realize that she was back at the tower.

CRACK

A blinding light eliminated the wall. Frisk closed her eyes in order not to be blinded. When she opened them back up, there stood a Mage, all bone dressed in a blue cloak and hood wearing straw sandals. One of his boney fingers pointed in her direction.

"Heh, you look like you're having a bad time."

Before Frisk had a chance to open up her mouth, she found herself in a gold hallway. She then noticed the mage standing on the opposite side of her.

"I know how it feels." The Mage spoke in a voice that sounded an awful lot like Sans.

"They say the Subconscious can bring about a pain worse than any kind of physical pain. Sticks and Stones can Break my Bones but words can never hurt me…You know I just want to dunk whoever said that. Course you know all about physical pain considering how many times you've died right?"

Frisk Wasn't sure what to say at first. "You You're that mage from Sans's Castle's and Caverns story.

"If it helps you sleep at night, sure you can call me that."

"Where am I?" Frisk asked.

"What you don't recognize this place? I mean come on, you've been here like what a thousand times? Don't ask me I've lost count."

"What are you talking about?" Frisk asked.

"You never wondered why you're so good at fighting? Why you can pick up a weapon and handle it like a master? Why your EXP is so high you might say?"

"I don't understand."

"Or is it maybe…You don't want to remember.

Frisk just froze.

"Well maybe this will jog your memory."

Frisk felt herself flying as her body slam against the wall. With a grunt she manged to dart out of way of bones that protruded from the wall. This happened a total of four times before the mage summoned bones to slide her back down to the ground. She then found herself surrounded by a circle of Blaster's which she barely was able to get out of the way of.

The wizard smirked as he saw Frisk breath heavy, a look of frustration was on her face.

"Heh again Why don't people go ahead and use their strongest attacks first?"

Frisk drew the knife from her pocket. "Dice throws aren't going to save you this time."

"Alright then. Here we go."

The mage in many ways was as ruthless in an actual battle, however something happened that would often cause Frisk to be caught off guard. Every once in a while for a split second, the mage turned into a brief image of Sans.

"Huh?"

The mage however seemed to be more concentrated on dialogue than the actual fight itself.

"I don't get you kid. I'd think if you were truly a manic you'd just go down the same genocidal path again. And yet, for every one genocide path you do, you try. You try befriending people. You've reset countless times trying to undo deaths you've caused. Why? Why go to all this effort? Could it be you really are Sorry, that you really don't want to be a murderer?"

"I…I'm not a murder." The words that escaped Frisk's mouth said one thing, but her tone said something else. "I…"

"Come on kid. Stop kidding yourself. You killed them all at one point in time. Multiple times even."

"I am not a murderer…" Frisk whimpered.

"Keep telling yourself that all you want, but it's still the reality."

Frisk gritted her teeth. Her eyes changed color. She let out a piecing scream as she leapt to deliver a downward slash.

"I ever wanted this!"

The Mage was so stunned he didn't think about dodging the attack. the knife slashing through his torso. He let out a grunt before collapsing to the ground.

"I guess that's it then…Just do me a favor kid…Don't lose yourself."

He then got up, limping. "Whelp…I'm going to Grillby's."

Almost as if something clicked, The moment The mage said Grillby's he immediately turned into an image of Sans. Frisk gasped and dropped the knife as the truth of what she had done cut through her like the knife that had just cut through her friend. "Sans!"

She ran toward him, but his body started to crumble to Dust

"Paps, You want anything?"

Frisk lunged towards Sans

"Sans Wait!"

But it was too late. The image fade as she touched his jacket. Leaving nothing but dust that now covered her hands.

"Sans…" Frisk squeaked as tears flowed from her face. "Sans please…I'm sorry…Come back…Don't leave me."

After Weeping for what felt like an eternity, she looked up to notice the room had gone completely black. The sing song voice that had haunted her in the fog began speaking again.

Chara

Knife in Hand, Frisk began slashing and shattering various mirrors in the hall.

"Leave me alone! She shrieked

Frisk Ran and ran, but it seemed like she got no closer to whatever she was trying to. Like a hamster running in a wheel. Darker and darker did the room get until finally it got the point where she couldn't even see the outline of her hand even as she put it in front of her.

"Sans…Papyrus…Undyne!" She called out.

…but nobody came

Frisk found herself collapsing to the ground sobs echoing through the black space, at least until she felt a presence with her. It was a cold empty presence.

She looked up to see a figure staring down at her. She yelped trying to get away from it, but was only able to go back a couple of steps. The figure giggled a kind of childish laugh.

"Greetings." It said

Frisk observed the figure, it bore an earally similar apprtance to her, in fact she could easily be mistaken for a twin. But unlike Frisk, This Girl's eyes were a deep crimson red. Her shirt was green with yellow stripes istead of purple with blue stripes, and she war brown pants instead of Blue.

but above all of that, something about this girl just seemed different. Her face looked cold and smug, arrogant almost….Monster like

"Wh…Who are you?" Frisk whimpered.

"You know who I am." The figure said with a giggle.

Frisk gritted her teeth. "Enough games. I just want to go home."

The figure rolled her eyes "Fine, I'm Chara."

Frisk eyes widened. "You, Your Chara? You look…you look…."

"Like you?" Chara finished "Did you expect something different?"

Frisk gritted her teeth once again "Whoever you are, just leave me alone. Go back to Flowey or wherever you came from. I'm sure he misses you."

Chara let out another giggle. "Oh, come on did you think it was going to be that easy?"

"What are you talking about?" Frisk asked.

"We did what we were meant to do," Chara said "but you could never accept it, so you kept resetting, but you never could accept what you truly were. So every time someone died you would either reset the battle or just reset things completely. All because you wanted to have that happy ending. "

Her face twisted in frustration.

"How is that working out for you? You want to know what I am, I'm the last honest part of you. I'm what you are when the mask is off."

"If you're me, then why are you called Chara. My name is Frisk."

"I'll let you figure that out on your own. Just know this, you'll never be able to run for me, and no matter how hard you try to ignore me, you'll always be left with one question, ERASE or DO NOT. Let me give you a hint…in reality there is only one choice."

The toom began to echo with the words ERASE and DO NOT. The voices started out as whispers but gradually turned inro inhuman sheirks. Frisk Covered her ears in pain, but no relif came.

"Leave me alone please!"

Nothing changed

"Please stop!"

She looked up and noticed Chara's face change as she laughed. Her eyes and mouth looked black and featureless like some sort of twisted smile face. Her laugh them became slower and more demonic. Her face then began to melt turning into some kind of black goo. Frisk tried to get away but she found herself unable to move.

Frisk let out a loud scream, violently crying as she felt a hand shake her.

"Frisk it's not real!" The voice of Undyne said. But Frisk Didn't notice

"Sans, Papayrus, Undyne!"

"Frisk I'm here, I'm alright!"

Undyne had been woken up by an inhuman scream when she woke up she saw that Frisk was convulsing like she was having come seizure. Black ooze was flowing down her face, and regardless of how much Undyne calmed her down, nothing helped. Frisk just kept screaming

"Sans! Where's Sans?!"

Undyne felt herself beginning to hyperventilate. All her life she had found herself facing unspeakable dangers head on, and for the first time in her entire life, she felt completely helpless. The young warrior could hear the sound of the door open as Papayrus rushed in.

"Undyne what's wrong?"

"I-I don't know." Undyne flustered. "Something's wrong with the kid. She's convulsing like she's having a seizure or something. She keeps screaming for Sans."

"Can you maybe call him or something?"

"I sent him on a mission I don't know how long it will be before he can come back."

"It's worth a shot."

Undyne took a deep breath. "You're right. You stay with Frisk I'll call Sans."

Papyrus raised his arm. "Yes sir captain!"

Undyne Dashed to the living room frantically pushing the buttons on her phone. She put the phone to her ear, hearing nothing but dial tone.

"Come on, come on, pick up the phone."

Click

"Undyne?" A deep voice spoke from the other end.

"Sans, thank goodness."

"Undyne! You're not going to believe this but…"

"Sans, you need to get over here now!"

"What's wrong?! Is the kid alright?!"

"I don't know. She woke up in the middle of the night and started screaming. Now she's convulsing and her tears are all black and now she won't stop. I mean…I know I never say this, but I don't know what to do."

Undyne had honestly expected to hear him laughing at that statement but he didn't. He simply spoke in a soft calming voice.

"It's ok Swordfish, what do I need to do?"

She found herself breathing a sigh of relief. "Just use one of those shortcuts you have and get here like now.

The phone clicked hanging up,

CRACK

A bright blue light illuminated the room. When the light faded, Sans showed himself. Undyne grinned

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but man am I happy to see you."

"Where is the kid?" Sans asked.

Undyne pointed to her room. Sans darted in to see Papyrus hovering over the bed. Frisk can be heard screaming.

"Sans," Papyrus said as he titled his head with a face full of shock. "You'll want to take a look at this."

Papyrus moved out of the way, Sans stood shocked as he looked at the condition of the human. He let out a gasp.

"Oh my…"

A/N: Sorry about the lateness of the video. What's wrong with Frisk and what is everybody seeing that is shocking everyone. Feel free to guess in the review section. I might PM you and tell you how close to right you are. I don't think it's hard to figure out so I would not be surprised if someone got it right the first time. Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day 3