Too Much To Bear

Frisk turns to Chara, "You got Asriel killed, didn't you? That's what I was told.."

Chara clenches and unclenches her fists, "He just had to do what he was told. But he was weak."

"There's a reason you're so angry.." Frisk says softly, "Isn't there?"

"You don't know what you're talking about." she scoffs, "I'm just a being of perpetual hate. There doesn't need to be a reason."

"There is always a reason for the things we do and feel." Frisk looks down at the scene below them.

Chara is leading Asriel outside the castle, saying, "I know they're around here. Our souls just have to be shared for a few seconds so we can pass through."

They go behind the castle, where a small bed of poisonous flowers grow. Chara steps closer and grabs a handful while Asriel stands a few feet behind. Frisk turns from the scene and faces the demon before him again, "Is it because he could show mercy? You didn't want to save the monsters, you just wanted revenge, so you used him."

"Don't talk like you know!" Chara growls, red eyes glowing through the darkness.

Frisk crosses his arms, "You don't scare me, Chara. Not anymore. You took everything I could feel away from me. I think it's time you gave it back."

Chara chuckles darkly, "You think you're so tough now that you can't feel fear? How is that guilt doing for you, huh? Is it suffocating you yet?"

She cackles, "How long until you collapse under the weight of your sins?! You can blame me all you want, Frisk, but we both know the truth. I may have put the knife in your hand, but you're the one who made the first strike!"

Frisk's eyes widen as recollection shines I them. He covers his ears with his hands, remembering he Froggit he stabbed, and the look Toriel tried to hide from him when he turned towards her as the Froggit died. Frisk closes his eyes, "No, shut up!"

"You really are an idiot." Chara walks out of the shadows and she grabs him by the shoulders, sneering in his face, "You think you can redeem yourself by pushing all the blame onto me, but you can't and you know it. I didn't force you to kill all the monsters, you're just as guilty as I am for our genocide. It's kind of funny, isn't it? The only monsters I forced you to kill are-"

"Kid? Hey, can you hear me?"

Frisk opens his eyes, waking with a gasp. He sees Sans standing over him, looking worried, "You okay?"

It takes a few moments for Frisk to realize where he is. He sits up in a bed of golden flowers. He looks around and sighs, She's not here. He shakes his head and stands slowly, wincing, "How long was I out?"

Sans shrugs, "Not entirely sure. I just got here a few minutes ago. You okay? You should have been in Hotland by now."

Frisk nods slowly, "Yeah, I'm just.. Tired, that's all. Go on ahead, I still have a few things to do before Undyne chases me into Hotland."

Sans still looks worried, "Well.. Okay, see 'ya then."

He disappears and Frisk sighs, walking through the water full of garbage piles. He looks up but all he sees is darkness and falling water. He shakes his head and keeps walking. He stops at a cooler and opens it. There are two energy bars inside and he takes them, putting them in his pocket before walking up to a training dummy. He stares at the gash that lies across the dummy's body and he shivers, "I'm sorry.."

"Sorry?" The dummy laughs, "Oh, you will be!"

A bunch of similar dummies rise from the water, surrounding Frisk as the Mad Dummy rises into the air, laughing, "Your soul is mine!"

Frisk shakes his head, muttering, "Maybe if I had one.."

"Get him!" Mad Dummy calls and the dummies surrounding Frisk shoot magic spheres at the human. Frisk moves out of the way and the attack hits the Mad Dummy. He roars, "You dummies! Get the human, not me!"

Frisk continues to dodge the dummies' attacks, making sure to move so the Mad Dummy was taking the damage. He didn't look at the Mad Dummy, he didn't want to keep seeing what he did. Even someone as rude as this ghost didn't deserve to die. Frisk knew that, and he hates himself more than he had when the fight began. The longer the fight goes on, the more Frisk just wants to stop moving. Why am I still trying? I know what happens at the end. I can't save them. Flowey was right, my existence here does nothing for them. I came back for redemption, but I don't deserve it. I let my curiosity get the best of me, I woke Chara up, and I let her show me love.

Frisk stands still, staring at the water as his body trembles. Tears fill his eyes and he takes a shaky breath, "I don't deserve redemption."

"I will kill you myself!" the Mad Dummy huffs, a knife appearing beside him, "I have knives!"

The knife flies down an stabs into Frisk's left shoulder. Frisk yelps, stumbling back a step. The Mad Dummy frowns, "Well.. That was my only knife. But we'll fight forever, neither of us can win! Ahahahahahahahahah!"

Frisk watches the blood run down his arm, soaking through his sleeve and fall into the water, dying the murky water a brownish-red. Napstablook appears, crying and the tears hit the Mad Dummy. The dummy groans and runs off. Napstablook looks at Frisk and gasps, "Hey, you're hurt."

Frisk looks at Napstablook, grateful for the only monster in the Underground he didn't kill, and he cries. He drops to his knees, covered up to his chest in water. The water continues to turn a brownish-red and he sobs, "I don't deserve any of the help I've been given! I killed them all, I don't deserve to make amends! Toriel.. No.. Mom, I'm sorry! Undyne, Asgore, Sans, I'm so sorry!"

Napstablook stares at Frisk with sad eyes, "Hey.. I'm sure they'll forgive whatever you did.. After all, you were really nice to me.. And no one is ever nice to me.."

Frisk shakes his head, his vision starts to blur, "I was horrible.. To everyone.. I only felt bad about it.. After I killed.."

He continues to sob as his guilt swallows him. He wraps his arms around himself and he almost doubles over, the tips of his hair lie in the water. Frisk feels hopeless, he doesn't believe he's doing any good by being in the Underground anymore. Frisk just wants to die, My journey is useless. Another kid can come and save them. I'm no use to them anymore. I'm delusion, thinking I could ever make up for what I did. I deserve to die. Frisk sits there, sobbing as he slowly loses blood, in the pit of his own mistakes. Frisk no longer feels determined to do anything.