*Nervous chuckle* hehe, he…he…yeah, I have some explaining to do. The truth is, I just sort of fell out of the Undertale fandom for a while (and into aot, fma, hetalia, the list goes on). I didn't forget this fanfiction, per say, I just sorta…didn't have the motivation for it. Every time I opened up the word document, I just couldn't think of what to write, or how to write Chara and Frisk. But now, I'm (probably) back, and ready to write more hjinks and feels for our two lovable fallen children. Also, to help me get back into writing Undertale characters, I started another fanfic. It's on Archive of Our Own and is called 'Eye for an Eye' and is an Undertale/Fullmetal Alchemist crossover (yes I know, it's the weirdest crossover idea ever). I don't think I can give a specific date for the next chapter, but it definitely won't be ultra-late, like this one. Anyway, enjoy and bbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee!
The first thing that hit Frisk was the chilling cold, followed by the harsh biting wind. They hurriedly attempted to pull the neck of their sweater up across their face to protect their eyes from the dreadful wind. Chara, being a ghost (Spirit? Soul? At this point she really didn't know what she was), couldn't feel the cold, but she could see how much Frisk was suffering. She suddenly got an urge to comfort the smaller child. Said urge was pushed to the back of her mind with great confusion. She was still mad at them about Toriel, and she wasn't going to get attached.
Attachment leads to weakness, and weakness leads to death.
The wind seemed to die down a bit after the initial shock, allowing Frisk to take a look at their surroundings. Tall, dark trees framed a small path marked out in the fresh white snow. Branches were scattered across the ground, and one small bush was seated next to the now closed door. Frisk ran to it and peered inside, driven simply by curiosity. Chara did as well, and gave a quiet gasp. "There's a camera hidden in the bushes!" She narrowed her eyes. Someone (or something) was watching them, and from what she'd gathered from what Toriel said, monsters knowing a human was underground was not good for Frisk and her.
"We should get moving, now"
The smaller child jumped and looked up at the ghost.
'Why?'
"I just…we can't stay in one place for long. You heard what Toriel said! We get caught, we get taken to Asgore. And you know what happens to us if we get taken to Asgore?"
Frisk, startled at the ghost's shouting, merely shook their head meekly. Chara responded by dragging one ghostly finger across her neck, causing Frisk's eyes to widen slightly. Then there was a short silence, with Chara feeling slightly guilty at her shouting and Frisk mulling over what the older (?) child had said. Finally they started signing.
'Fine. Let's get going then. Hopefully we can find someplace warm, like a town!'
Chara sighed internally. It looked like Frisk still hadn't got it in their head that monsters didn't like humans. Maybe an actual encounter with a monster would show the-
A branch snapped.
Both Chara and Frisk whirled around simultaneously. "…Maaaayyybbee we should move a bit faster."
'Agreed.'
They quickened their pace, driven by fear. The snow they thought they'd got used to was now a white hell, whipping at their eyes and ears and skin. Chara wasn't doing much better, the storm clouding her vision until the only thing she could focus on was the child in front of her. "Frisk!" She struggled to make her voice heard over the now howling wind." Keep…going!" She swore she felt a presence behind her, coming closer and closer and closer until at one point she practically felt whatever it was a foot from her back, until it seemingly teleported further away again. This terrifying cycle seemed to continue for what felt like forever, until suddenly, it stopped. Frisk came to a halt in front of a large wooden gate. Somehow the wind and snow seemed to die down, leaving Chara vaguely shocked and Frisk absolutely covered in snow. They were about to brush themselves down when they heard a deep ominous voice from behind.
" n"
They both stiffened at the word, realising that yes, monsters were able to tell that they were humans.
"d o n ' ? d"
Shaking, the young child slowly swivelled around to face the hooded figure. "What are you doing Frisk! Don't turn around, run damnit! Do you want to die?"
Frisk didn't respond, simply standing there and raising their hand to grasp the stranger's glove.
...
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They jumped at the loud noise that echoed through the desolate forest. Chara simply floated in pure, horror-filled confusion as the hooded figure began to chuckle and remove the whoopee cushion from their hand.
"hehehe, the ol whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It's always funny."