Shoot... I probably should do some author's note here to keep it in uniform with the other chapters... shouldn't I? This chapter actually has a name... but that would be un-uniform. And now, to the feature presentation: "Independence".
What did he do?
Why was he hiding!?
Chara had mauled through about all of the frozen wasteland. If she was a solid being, she could have smashed rocks with a glare. The entire Snowdin town would have been ripped to shreds after all of the citizens evacuated out of pure fear for the demon that was about to rage terror down on them.
The city had been evacuated out of pure fear, though. Not for her, but for the human.
Those skeletons were ruining her plan for Frisk to kill the entire town, and her plan to kill Frisk. The baby boneheads were probably hiding him.
Her demon form had been growing by the second. She towered like Godzilla over the poor little monster town. Her head was almost high enough to touch the barrier.
She shrank too fast for her to notice.
The blood wasn't rushing through her body for long enough.
Her new bones weren't nearly strong enough.
With a crack-
Would his plan even work?
Did he truly have the power to calm her down?
He popped his head out from under the counter of the Sentry station once he heard the monstrous footsteps fade into the distance.
Geez, I'm in for the shits.
He scraped his eyes over the landscape. The mushy pile of snow that was in the center of the path before had been reduced to a puddle. The already barren, dry trees behind the snowy peak were charred or burning.
Ohh... Chara. I get it.
He noticed a sign near the Sentry station. The text was even more pitiful than what was written on Papyrus's station.
'AWARE OF DOG: pleas pet dog'.
He came to the conclusion that monsters were crackheads.
After looking around at the damage the girl could do if she wasn't even physical, Frisk decided that he did not want to go in the same direction as her. Also, he needed to kill at least 8 more monsters in this timeline to successfully rid the wintery wasteland of all monsters. Then, the next stop was Snowdin. After that was... whatever was next.
He started to backtrack, finding damage had been done to each room. The machine in the puzzle room right before had the machine broken. In the room before that, all the pine trees were turned to charred skeletons of their former selves. The path without snow was even larger, as if some of the snow had been melted. In the next room, some of the rocks were even moved a bit, as if Chara's stomping had caused them to shift. He had to jump over gaps where the wooden bridged were reduced to ashes.
Suddenly, after jumping over the gap, he was approached by two monsters. One was another ice block with a cap out of ice he named Icecap, and another weird looking alien monster.
He looks like... a Jerry.
Fighting Icecap was easy. One punch, and he shattered into millions of piece.
"So like... what are you even doing?" Jerry sassed. He then claimed to have to go to the bathroom. He looked like an easy monster to kill. He wouldn't even fight back. He punched the poor monster, hoping it would be an easy win. His hand hit the jelly-like body, and his fist bounced back. He hardly did any damage.
"You have got to be kidding me!" he yelled in frustration.
"Huh? Did the DITCH me? Some friends..." Jerry sneezed. Despite having human arms, he didn't cover his nose. Frisk shivered in disgust. He felt like 'ditching' this monster, too. Sadly, doing that wouldn't kill it. He tried again to punch it as hard as he could.
He punch it in the nose. It was hard to pull his hand back. Looking at his glove, he realized it was covered in a green-purple slime. It looked like monster snot.
"EWWW!" he screamed, shaking his hand, trying to get the monster mucus off.
"Well... can YOU give me a ride home?" Frisk wanted to run away at how disgusting this monster was. No matter how hard he punched it, he could barely do any damage.
Jerry opened a box of what looked like powdered donuts. After finishing each one, he licked the powder off his hands loudly. Holding back a gag, he punched it in the eye.
Jerry yawned. "The Wi-Fi here sucks," he complained. This battle was going to drive Frisk insane.
This time, he tried punching it in the head. His hand bounced back because of his cranium was made of pure jelly. It wasn't shocking to find out this creature didn't have a brain. It kept repeating the same obnoxious and disgusting actions and complaining about how terrible his friends were.
After 5 minutes of battle, he was sure that at least half of it's health was gone. Jerry once again yawned. It took four more well placed punches to finish the terrifying Jerry off. He had never been so pleased to be done with a fight before.
He continued to back track. He soon came upon a room with another mouse hole he had yet to notice. There was a microwave and some spaghetti, as well as a note from Papyrus. The spaghetti was supposed to slow him down. He hadn't even noticed it before.
His stomach rumbled with a passion. He picked up the fork, only to drop it from how hot the metal was. Chara's rage also managed to heat up the spaghetti. A little mouse peaked it's head out of the hole. Seeing the little mouse try to eat the spaghetti... it filled him with a new kind of determination. Not of one to kill, but of one to SAVE.
Being away from Chara had given him a chance to think about killing. Sure, of everything he had met down here, Chara was the most likable, and when he returned to the surface no one would know what had done, or when he reset everyone could be brought back alive, but something still didn't feel right.
He had the power to SAVE, yet he was doing just the opposite. He was making waste out of the underground.
He couldn't just turn back now, though. In another timeline, he would SAVE. If he resurrected Chara back to human form, he could SAVE her. He could break the barrier. He could SAVE all the monsters. Chara could be right by his side the whole time.
That was his plan, wasn't it? He needed to kill everything, in order to SAVE one. Then, he would come back and SAVE everyone else.
The farther back he went, he realized there was less and less damage, as if Chara had gotten angrier and angrier by each passing moment. He kept killing the monsters that came to him. Soon, he got to the meadow where he and Chara first slept. The area was still beautiful. Not a single tree was burned, and the box was fully in tact. He heard a demonic scream in the distance. That was probably Chara.
He sat down in the snow next to one of the paths, right where he and Chara had slept. He remember how cute she had looked sleeping. After a few moments, he got up and walked forward. He slammed into something, and the red mist come out of him.
Once again, it was another Icecap. It was an easy fight. He decided to spice it up by only punching it once weakly and then stealing his cap. He became an expert at how to steal they're hats. It didn't melt when he grabbed it, and it didn't melt when he placed it on his head. Now, all that was left was a little ice cube. He punched it until it shattered into millions of pieces. First, break their spirit, then, break their soul.
Now, no monsters were left, only determination.
Another scream was heard in the distance. This one, though, wasn't demonic. It was human, and it was alive. It was falling.
An audible crack was coming from far, far away, echoing throughout the wintery wasteland.
There was nothing he could do to help her.
Nothing, except-
"FRISK!" yelled a feminine, demonic voice. Her volume put Papyrus's to shame.
What he was about to do was stupid. He would die. At least then, she wouldn't.
He leaped out from the Sentry station, and waved his arms to make it more obvious where he was. The air was hot and unbreathable. Chara was easily 15 feet tall.
"Down here!" he called out. Chara turned to look at him with red daggers in her eyes. She blinked, and winced as if remembering an incredible pain.
Of all times for her to remember, he thought, not being sarcastic. My lucky day.
Chara shrunk again, this time in her ghost form. Her eyes went calm, and she neared the boy.
"Frisk... you SAVED my life..." she said, mildly, as if she didn't believe it herself.
"Haha..." he laughed nervously, almost bashfully. "If I have the power to, why waste it?"
The only unfortunate thing was that he still needed to kill 7 more monsters, including Jerry. When they got to the room with the Spaghetti, Frisk paused, causing Chara to stop, too.
"Look, you heated up the spaghetti," Frisk pointed out. He held out a hand. "Shall we dine, m'lady?"
Chara blushed and grinned. "As friends?"
Frisk chuckled. "I'll answer that question later," he said, wriggling his eyebrows.
Finally, he got to the first forest clearing, and killed the last Icecap. A bright light started to glow around Chara.
It felt great to have air in her lungs and blood in her veins.
She felt sleepy, and her eyes started to droop. She wobbled, and felt very dizzy.
"Y-you okay?" asked a concerned Frisk.
"Y-yeah... I just haven't eaten in a few decades is all..."
"This called for a spaghetti date." Frisk got a determined look on his face.
"Did you just ask me out?" Chara was surprised when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. She blushed when she saw it Frisk.
"Maybe," he said.
"Was that the thing you were planning you didn't want me to know about?"
"You betcha," he lied. His plan was to SAVE her. Not just her life, but her soul. "Soo... spaghetti date?"
"You'll have to carry me," she whined. Frisk easily lifted her up. He had gotten stronger from punching so many monsters. She was weak from her last weak of being sick in bed, and her lifetime as a ghost without eating.
They continued walking through the underground until they got to the room with the spaghetti. The spaghetti was just warm enough and the fork wasn't that hard to hold. Frisk only took a few bites of the spaghetti, feeling he couldn't be as hungry as Chara.
"This is gonna be... different, to say the least," Frisk commented.
"What? No, you don't get it. My body isn't stable. Sure, I can touch things, but you're just about the only thing that can see me. You need to kill at least three monsters a day for me to have enough power to keep this form," she explained.
Frisk frowned. Here Chara was, in the full flesh, yet he still needed to kill things. "Oh," he said, trying to avoid any awkward silences. "At least we can cuddle now," he flirting, wriggling his eyebrows. She giggled.
"You look ridiculous when you do that!" she teased.
"Sorry, I'll stop it."
Chara leaned forward and pecked his check with a kiss. "Ridiculously cute," she added.
She was a demon.
She knew how to keep them under control and doing her bidding.
Frisk's cheeks turned as red as the tomato sauce that was smeared all over Chara's face.
I figured waiting until the end to give her a physical body would be too long.
R&R (romance and... roadkill?)