Chapter Thirty Four: Angel and Demon Part Thirteen: Nightmare

Chara walked through the streets of Snowdin, looking around her. Her red boots made crunching sounds as she walked, her wings tucked behind her back. The place was empty, completely devoid of life.

"Hello?" Chara called out, truly expecting something, anything to answer her.

But nobody came. The phrase echoed in her head, giving her a sensation she hadn't felt in years: depravity, loneliness, even some fear.

Dust. Once again a phrase echoed in her head. She looked down at her hands out of reflex, realizing they were coated in both blood and dust. Her red uniform was also covered in blood and dust as well. Her senses were overloaded, registering each and every monster's dust and telling her whose it was. Froggit, Loox, Whimsun, Vegetoid, dog, Snowdrake, even Skeleton. She looked at them, horrified, putting her hands to her face as tears flowed from her eyes, wetting the dust. When she removed her hands, dust was on her face, turning it a bit paler.

Dirty Brother Killer. The tone was angry, causing her to drop to her knees, her wings moving to the side so as not to be fallen upon, more tears falling.

"No!" Chara cried, clenching her fists. "I'm not a killer! Not this time!"

They're beating as one. Telling me to strike you down! Chara shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself, her hair falling into her face, dust shaking out of it.

You should be burning in hell. Chara's body began quivering, her shoulders quaking with the force of her crying.

"I'm not a monster!" Chara cried. "I'm sorry! I never wanted this!"

In the midst of her self-made hell, Chara heard something, something that caused her to freeze.

I believe in you. The voice was so sweet and kind, it made her look up. Standing in front of her was a familiar looking angel dressed in white, snow white wings spread out. She had long, flowing brown hair and silvery blue eyes. She held out a hand to Chara, smiling. Chara simply looked at her, tears running down her face.

I believe you can do better. The angel said again, still holding out her hand. Chara took it, the angel pulling her up.

I know you've got a good heart. The angel said, giggling slightly. Chara wrapped her arms around the angel, sobbing into her shoulder. The angel wrapped her arms around Chara, rubbing her back comfortingly.

"I—I'm" Chara said between sobs. "I'm a monster. A-a murderer. I—I—"

It's okay. The angel said, her own voice sounding sad. You're not anymore. I'll be here with you. We can face this together.

"Please don't leave." Chara cried, tears falling onto the angel's white uniform.

I won't. The angel said, some of her own tears falling. I'll never leave you.

Chara woke up, a minor start. She looked around, realizing she wasn't in Snowdin. Tears stained her eyes, including her pillow.

She looked next to her to see Frisk, snuggled up close to her, warm and comfortable in her embrace. Chara looked at the younger girl for a second, holding her tighter.

"Well, kid." She whispered, smiling a little bit. "Ya managed to change even a demon like me. You definitely are the one for me."

Whether or not she actually heard it, Frisk smiled a little, sighing with contentment.

With Khara and Toriel

"So, Tori" Khara said, leaning back in her chair. "What do you think's gonna happen?"

"What do you mean?" Toriel asked.

"I mean when the Order plans to attack." Khara said. "I mean, they have no goal this time. They shoved a few human SOULs into our kids and then somehow they escaped. I mean, it's too odd for them. Why would they put SOULs into beings that they know could betray them at any time?"

"Maybe" Toriel said. "They're two parts of something bigger."

"What do you mean?" Khara asked.

"Well" Toriel said. "Maybe together they have seven SOULS. The Order has been trying to recreate gods for years, even before we were born."

"But" Khara asked. "Why not put seven into one individual?"

"Maybe" Toriel said. "One being was too risky."

"What do you mean?" Khara asked.

"Not even Rachaya or the leader, whoever she is" Toriel said. "Could stand up to a being with seven SOULs. This might be to try to make sure they can stop them."

"I guess you're right." Khara said. "I just hope that our kids can handle this."

"They can." Toriel said. "They'll always have each other."

With Frisk

She realized she was strapped down to a table, wearing next to nothing. She tried to escape, but she couldn't. Fear crept into her face and eyes as she realized what was inevitable. The one person she truly feared walked into the room, her silvery blue eyes full of anger.

"Francesca." She said, stroking Frisk's face gently. "I expected more of you. Nine years old and so defiant. If you'd just do as you are told, I wouldn't have to punish you like this. It's a mother's job to teach their children, but you seem to be the most disobedient child I've ever known. Rachaya was never this disobedient when she was growing up. You should be more like her, an obedient child. I have to lead the Order as well as discipline you, it seems."

"I don't want to kill." Frisk said, her voice almost silent. "I don't want to hurt monsters."

"Such rebellion." The woman said, almost seeming sad. She pulled out a knife from her sheath, showing it to Frisk. Frisk's pupils shrank, knowing full well what was about to happen.

"I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson, then." The woman said.

Warning: torture

The woman put the knife to the flesh on Frisk's right arm, pushing slowly down until the blade broke skin and made a line about an inch long going up her bicep. Frisk bit her lip to prevent her screams from coming out; she knew screaming would only make it worse. The woman continued to make cuts, each drawing a ribbon of blood across her arm.

After about ten seconds, the cuts began to burn.

"This time" the woman said, gently brushing Frisk's hair out of her face. "I added something to help you remember this lesson. Now, let's continue, shall we?"

She then put her blade to Frisk's chest, making five large cuts across her ribs. Frisk clenched her eyes shut to prevent the tears of pain from being seen. She then moved on to her legs, making short, yet still painful and burning cuts. The sides of Frisk's face were streaked wet with painful tears. Red ribbons of blood were everywhere on Frisk's body, causing her to hurt just moving.

End warning

After she'd finished her work, the woman dragged Frisk to a cell, tossing the bleeding and crying child inside.

"I'll return when you finish learning your lesson." The woman said, walking away after she'd closed and locked the door. Frisk curled up into a ball, hugging her legs as she cried softly to herself, her wings hugging her.

She then felt she wasn't alone. She looked up to see a demon standing behind her, dressed in red with black, bat-like wings, her long, dark brown hair falling into her black, red slitted eyes. The demon looked at Frisk, her eyes widening as she saw the marks on her body. The expression on her face turned to a mix of sorrow, compassion, and true, righteous anger.

Take my hand. The demon said in a quivering voice, extending her hand.

Frisk gingerly reached for the demon's hand, accepting it. The demon knelt down to her, wrapping her arms around her. For some reason, Frisk couldn't feel her cuts anymore in the demon's warm embrace.

I promise I'll be here for you. The demon said, picking her up and sitting cross legged, setting Frisk in her lap. I'll keep you safe.

The demon began to sing a lullaby that soothed Frisk, causing her to relax.

In the waking world

Frisk woke up to realizing she'd had a dream. She realized she was in the same position she'd been in in the dream. Chara was also holding her and rocking gently back and forth, singing the same lullaby as the demon from the dream in the same voice. Her wings as well as her arms wrapped protectively around Frisk. Frisk curled up tighter, sinking into Chara's embrace.

"Funny." Frisk thought as she sank back into sleep. "The girl who hated humanity fell in love with a human."

Elsewhere

"Leader" Rachaya said, kneeling. "I've planned for our attack."

"Good." the leader said. "Strike tomorrow. I want them here."

"One question." Rachaya said. "Why Francesca? She refused you for nine years and eventually ran away."

"I feel as though I should give her one last chance." the leader said, crossing her arms. "I refuse to let her win. I used every thing i could use to get her to cooperate short of killing her. This is my last attempt. Aside from that, her and her girlfriend have the highest DETERMINATION I've ever seen as well as the highest LV."

"So" Rachaya said. "It's prepared. Tomorrow we strike."

"Excellent." The leader said. "Bring both of them to me. I will enjoy this victory as i force them to succumb to my will."


So, the showdown is about to begin. Who will win? Will Rachaya manage to take Frisk and Chara or will the two of them manage to beat her? Find out soon.

So, i just noticed that has finally changed the titles from Protagonist and First Child to Frisk and Chara. I was waiting for that since i started writing this fic.