Here (Requested by cybermage99)
Chara breathes deeply, in and out. In and out. How long has it been? A decade? A century? She had lost count. It was strange to be in Frisk's body; man he really needed to work out. And have better taste in clothes. One step forward. One step forward to her mother. It was hard controlling a body again, having to deal with shaky bones and soft flesh. A tear trickles down her unchanging, stony, face. There she was. Reading on her easy chair, as if nothing had happened. She missed her so much...
"What is it, dear child?"
"M-mother?"
"Chara...? C-Could it be?" Shock escaped from her muzzle.
"I've come home..."