Thanks go to BadDRUMMERboy15, Wingah, welcometodalolz, Alrarora, Reaper4425, a random idiot, NBoss01, Chara Moonstone, TrueUndertrash, and Allagenda-domsizers-chan.
To answer your question, a random idiot, that is an interesting idea, but I'm choosing to stick with it working how it works in game, meaning his EXP is set back with every reload. Thanks for asking though! ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale.
"Reload a hundred thirty seven! Give it up for reload a hundred thirty seven!" I reached up over my head as I clapped, watching the slithering shadows at the other end of the hall with utmost confidence.
"Lets consult the score board, shall we?" I lifted one finger, but before ink could manifest my kill count and their death count, a voice echoed down the hallway.
"Hacky..."
My emerald eyes widened at the sound that crashed into my ears.
In the blink of an eye, like a simple switch in frame, the hallway was black and white. Sunlight no longer shun through the shattered windows. Instead, a black gunk oozed through the frames, splattering down onto the grey floor.
"Who... Who's there?!" I called out into the writhing darkness, footsteps crashing down somewhere I could not see, reverberating down this hall.
"I know what you did..."
The flowers around me were dying. I tried to sit up from my throne, but I could not.
"Show yourself!" I shouted, attempting to gather my nerve, despite the cold sweat that was running down my forehead.
Piercing red eyes froze my soul.
Memories flooded my brain.
The hall was narrow and windowless.
I was standing.
The floor was carpeted, and...
Wet.
"No matter where you go, kid." Pale hands fell over my paralyzed body, reaching up and covering my left eye with one hand, the other over my mouth.
I couldn't scream. I couldn't struggle. I was paralyzed.
"You aren't gonna escape it. You aren't gonna escape me." The man grinned, his hands slowly sliding to the sides of my head.
"Take a look, brat. Look at what happens when you act so god damn WEAK!"
I struggled against the powerful hands pushing my head down to look at the blood pool at my feet, but to no avail.
I was forced to look at the corpse.
At her.
She was laying on her stomach. Her hand was reached out, as if it had been desperately grasping for life.
And, oh god, her face...
She stared up at me with one wide, lightless eye. That eye would haunt me. It had for years now. It had bore a hole in my very being. It screamed at me when things got quiet. It stared at me when things were dark.
She looked like she had been so scared. I wasn't there. She had been so afraid.
I wasn't there.
I felt tears building in my eyes, spilling over, like the blood that spilled from her body. That splattered across the walls. That soaked into the carpet.
"THIS! This is what happens when you act like one of THEM!" He let go of my head, wrapping one arm around my neck and pulling me to his chest. He was taller than me. He loomed over me. I was a child compared to him.
I was a child.
I clawed desperately at the arm choking my neck, kicking my legs uselessly as I was lifted off the ground.
"Stop pretending to be someone you're not!" He held out a knife in front of us, the blade pointing back towards us.
I shook my head, tears pouring from my purple face as I desperately struggled for life.
"STOP PRETENDING TO BE LIKE HER WHEN YOU'RE LIKE ME!"
I shot up, gasping for breath. I grabbed the chest of my shirt, clutching it between my fingers. My green eyes were wide as I heaved for air, sweat beading down my face.
Slowly, my eyes glossed over my surroundings, though things were still a little blurry.
Judgement Hall. Or, what was left of it, anyway.
There were still a few small fires every now and again, along with pens stuck within several fallen pillars. Every now and again one would find a splatter of ink on a wall or the ground.
"Eugh..." I reached up, rubbing my eyes as my other hand let go of my shirt, dropping to my side.
"... I wish you weren't so fuckin' crazy." I smiled weakly to my side, where they lay, limp.
From the three holes in their chest blood had stopped oozing, and under them was a puddle of ink, the spikes that had cleaved through them having fallen back into said puddle after piercing their heartless chest.
"You're not gonna win like this."
Flowey let out an "Eep!" as ink fired from my hood, the spike stopping centimeters from his face as I turned to look at him.
"And you're gonna get yourself killed if you startle me like that again." I squinted, watching as Flowey gulped.
"P-point taken..." His beady little eyes darted to the side, and the ink receded back into my hood before he looked back to me.
"Now, whaddaya want?" I leaned back on my hand, cocking a brow at Flowey. "I'm sure you don't wanna square up."
"Far from it." Flowey's eyes narrowed hatefully, and he looked past me to the corpse that I'd slept next to moments ago. "I'm here to give you advice on how to kill that little traitor!"
"Ah." I smirked lightly, nodding. "Reasonably miffed after they tried to cut ya, huh?"
"How did you..?" Flowey squinted up at me, and I waved a hand dismissively.
"It would take me a real long time to explain. Go on with what you were saying?" I asked politely, though the ink that slithered between my fingers was a bit more demanding.
"You're hard to place, Cter The Hacker." Flowey smiled lightly, eyes still narrowed. "One minute you're threatening to rip Chara's arms off and when the time comes, you hold back."
My expression hardened at the flower's words, but I continued to listen.
"I know you aren't a coward Cter, and I know you aren't weak." Flowey's expression grew demonic, his eyes shrinking to black dots and that smile curling on his lips. "I can see you've got a killer inside you."
"You might be able to resist death, but unless you let out that murderer you're keeping chained up, you won't be able to win."
I turned away from Flowey, pushing to my feet, Flowey smirking up at my back as I began walking away.
"... You're doing it for him, aren't you?"
I paused. My hair shadowed my eyes.
"You don't want this to end with him seeing you as a different person. You don't want your best friend to see you like he sees them." Flowey nodded towards the corpse that I stood next to.
"..."
I continued walking away.
"But you can't become what you already are, Cter."
A vine launched from the broken tiles, wrapping around my wrist and making me pause and glance down at it, eyes shadowed and frown clear on my face.
"If anyone knows just how evil humans really are, it's me, Flowey the Flower!"
I didn't move, even as more vines crept from the tiles, slowly wrapping around my body.
"So QUIT the act, Cter Hacker." He was on my back now, connected to the many vines wrapping around my body.
"Stop trying to be COMPASSIONATE when you're COLD. Stop trying to be SWEET when you're SOUR. Stop trying to be KIND when you're a KILLER, and stop acting so WEAK when you're STRONG!"
I could feel it again.
That burning itch.
The desire to hurt that I viciously swallowed each time it came back up.
"You aren't like the rest of these idiots, Cter, so stop acting like it." Flowey grinned as he spoke into my ear, darkness overtaking his expression.
"Stop trying to be the Angel that they want, when you're already the Cter that they need."
Flash.
Chapter 8: The Human Condition
Part 2: The Promise
"C'mon, you know I'm not the bad guy here."
"Took ya long enough." Smirking, I winked an eye shut, resting my chin on my fist, my arm propped up on the arm rest of my throne.
"Go on, throw up the scoreboard." Chara grinned, sauntering down the destroyed hall. "I wanna see how quick I'm catching up."
*Rip. Tear.
There was a certain gleam in my eye as I pointed to the sky, ink rising behind me and forming the scoreboard.
CTER: 90
CHARA: 47
"Wow, it really shows how much you're slipping, Cter." Chara's right eye shun with malice, shadows casting over the left side of their face as they walked past one of the few standing pillars.
*Bite. Claw.
It itched. That's all I could think about as I tapped my fingers on the arm rest of my chair, watching them step closer and closer, ever arrogant.
"Honestly, how much longer do you think you can keep this up?" They scoffed, shaking their head. "You've already started to falter, how do you expect to fend me off for all eternity?"
*Crush. Smash.
My fingers tapped even faster, and they narrowed their eyes at me.
"... Are you ignoring me?" They frowned, jaw clenching in a sudden irritation.
"... You're right." I spoke finally, and their face expressed further confusion. "I am slipping."
Chara smirked lightly, but as they opened their mouth to speak, I spoke first.
"It's all I've been thinking about lately." I pushed myself from my throne, feet crashing silently to the ground.
They frowned once more as I spoke, now choosing to listen instead of running their mouth any longer.
"Chara, I was a very different person before I came to this place. Did you know that?" I smiled sweetly then, my fingers curling into fists as I began to walk towards them. "I was a lot... Stronger."
*Something is wrong.
Chara's eyes narrowed at their text box, before darting back up to me, my footsteps echoing down the destroyed hall.
"Yeah... Strength. It's really such a... Genuine concept." My eyes were only half open, that smile growing more sadistic as I tilted my head to the side, shadows slipping over my face momentarily as I walked past a pillar.
"What are you rambling about?" Chara finally interjected, growling with aggravation and anticipation.
My smile faded, that joy disappearing from my face and kindness from my eyes as quickly as it had came. My arms dropped to my sides, and my shoulders sank.
"... Ah, never mind." I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
"... Say."
Chara watched me carefully, standing ready as I, the King of Monsters and a demi-god among men - as if such stupid titles mattered - opened my eyes, and pierced emerald through their soul.
"Do you know the truth, Chara? Could you ever possibly understand?" I tilted my head to the side, arching a brow at them thoughtfully, desperate to hear their answer.
They said nothing, only lifting their arm and pointing that blade out at me. The blade that shun with malice and despair.
*False idol.
That grimy, devilish smirk crept up my face once more as I slouched forward, burying my hands in my pockets. I began to chuckle. Then to laugh. Then to cackle, and then to wheeze.
Chara's jaw clenched, their knuckles whitening around the handle of their blade.
"Ha! Haha..! Ahh..." I shook my head, my laughter slowing to a stop as I reached up, wiping a tear from my eye before looking down, laughing for another moment or two.
And as I lifted my head to look at them, shadows slipping over my face, my left eye gleamed with malice.
And I smiled.
"Right back to it, then."
Ink fired from under them, their eyes widening at the shocking speed of it all.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion to Chara as they looked into their own eye in the reflection of that knife, which was still clutched in their hand even as it flew through the air, dismembered from their arm, blood spraying by.
And as their eyes drifted from their own horrified eye in the knife that so many others had stared into in their final moments, they found me, crouched down in front of them, one open palm pulled back, staring up at them with soulless eyes and an honest smile.
And time sped back up as I rammed my palm into their abdomen, air firing up from their lungs and out of their open mouth along with globs of saliva, just before ink launched from my sleeve, blasting into their body and sending them firing back down the hall, the ink wrapping around them.
Chara looked over their shoulder at the rapidly approaching wall, eyes going bloodshot as they struggled to get air back in their lungs, ink crushing their sternum. But just as they clenched their eyes shut and braced for impact, I yanked my arm back, and their head whiplashed backwards, ink receding into my sleeve and quickly dragging them back towards me.
I extended my free arm, forming a fist before ink swirled up around my hand, forming a spike of inky black.
STAB.
Chara's mouth hung open, blood running off their tongue and down their chin, their choked and bloodshot eyes wide in pain and surprise.
Ink receded back up my sleeve, leaving me with my bare arm piercing Chara's chest. Chara managed to clench their jaws shut, arms hanging limp at their sides as they desperately attempted to form fists.
I leaned in real close then, grinning in amusement at their pathetic expression.
"In the infinitely wise words of The Rock," I spoke calmly, before pulling away, lifting one leg and placing a foot on what was left of their abdomen.
"Know your role, and shut your mouth."
I booted them off my fist, sending their body tumbling pathetically to the ground.
Shatter.
Flash.
"Want me to bring up the scoreboard now, asshat?" I cocked a brow at Chara, who's eyes narrowed at me as they stepped from the shadows.
"Lucky shot." Chara frowned at my little grin.
"Yeah, yeah, super lucky..." I nodded my head in agreement, speaking in a contemplative tone as I looked down, resting my chin on my fist thoughtfully.
"Hey, quick word of advice though!" I quickly looked back to them, snapping and making a finger gun at them with the hand I'd been resting my chin on. With the click of my tongue, I pointed over their head.
"Watch out for the space bar."
Chara's eyes darted upwards, widening at the rapidly dropping, giant space bar that's shadow was falling over them.
"Shi-!"
Splat.
Shatter.
Flash.
"Reload a hundred forty! Give it up for reload a hundred forty!" I clapped obnoxiously loud, smirking as they stomped back down towards me. "Didn't even have to get up for that one. Maybe you're slippin', Char-bear."
"Piss off." Chara smirked lightly, their eyes remaining narrowed as their hand gripped that knife tightly.
"Should I hit the music, or are you gonna die too early for it to matter?" I tilted my head to the side, the both of us smirking maliciously.
"Just play the damn song, Cter."
L's Theme Metal Remix began playing as I stood from my throne, cracking my knuckles.
In the next instant, I ducked, their knife slicing through the air just above my head before I quickly swung my head back up, crashing the back of my skull into their chin and making Chara bite their tongue and recoil, eyes wincing shut in pain.
I swung my head back even after hitting them with it, leaning back as I swiftly brought up one leg, planting a firm kick in their chest and throwing them back through the air, their eyes snapping open in pain as the wind was knocked from their lungs.
They flipped back in air, landing on their feet and one hand before darting to the side, pens erupting from the earth where they'd been.
Chara slid to the side on the tiles, eyes only glancing to the pens they'd avoided for a split second as they gripped their chest in pain before glancing up at the sound of energy gathering.
Chara quickly back flipped, beam from a Beat Blaster firing and obliterating the tiles where they'd stood moments ago as they flipped their knife around in their hand so that the blade was pointing up, bending at the knees as the light from the beam died down, watching giant paper airplanes race through the smoke towards them.
They swiftly slashed to and fro, cutting down airplane after airplane before jumping forward, narrowly dodging the giant eraser that smashed into the earth behind them as they raced forwards towards me. They darted from side to side, dodging between the enormous erasers that were slamming down around them, shaking the hall.
They jumped into the air, yanking back that knife and snarling as they stabbed forward at me, only for me to duck under their blade, cocking back one fist as I popped up at their side, slamming a right hook into their cheek and sending them sailing towards the wall, blood flinging from between their lips.
They spun in air, landing on their feet and skidding back, gritting their teeth in pain as blood ran down their chin before they collided back first with the wall, making them wince.
But just as Chara pushed off the wall and began to dart forward at me, ink tendrils fired from the walls around them, wrapping around their arms and legs and yanking them back against the wall, which they slammed into with an audible "Oof!"
Snarling, they tugged at the ink restraining them, more seeping from the wall they were trapped against and oozing over them, encasing them until only their angry little head could be seen.
And they looked pissed.
"Ahem." I cleared my throat as I walked closer to them, twirling one finger down at the ground, making ink seep from the earth and form a chair, which I promptly sat in, slouching and staring up at them, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"... You must think this is real entertaining, huh?" Chara squinted angrily at me.
"Eh, just a tad." I shrugged, leaning my head back over the back of my chair and staring up at the ceiling in thought.
"You wanna talk entertaining though," I looked back to them, snapping and pointing a finger gun at them. "Pokemon."
"... What?" Chara looked utterly baffled, tilting their head to the side.
"Maaaannnn I used to play the shit outta those games. Was like, my whole ass childhood." I smiled lightly at the memories.
"... Cter-"
"Favorite games were Black and White, hands down." I nodded thoughtfully as I explained.
"Cter-"
"A lotta people didn't like those games though. Got butt hurt because it was all new Pokemon?" I shrugged with confusion. "But that's what made it like twenty times more interesting to me?"
"Cter-!"
"I dunno, people get mad over the stupidest shit sometimes." I shook my head. "Like, there was this one time with my buddy An-"
"CTER!"
"..." I paused, slowly cocking one confused eyebrow at them. "... Yes?"
"What the FUCK are you talking about?!" Chara snapped irritably, struggling in vain in their inky prison.
"What, you never play Pokemon?" I cocked a brow, lifting one hand and opening my palm. Ink swirled up my sleeve, gathering in my palm and hardening into what looked to be an all black Pokeball. "Like, with these?"
"WHY are you talking about Pokemon right now?!" They snarled, rage flaring in their eyes. This made me begin to snicker.
"Just makin' conversation, geez." I slouched back in my seat once more, crossing my arms and looking to the side, trying to hide my growing grin.
"..." Chara glared at me for another moment, before beginning to flail under that ink, growling and snarling. "Let me out of here!"
I looked to consider, before my eyes glossed over to the rock hard ball of ink in my hand, and I gripped my chin in thought.
"... Cter."
I stood from my ink chair, beginning to stretch. I reached my right arm to the left, and then my left arm to the right.
"... Cter what are you doing?"
I reached down to touch my left toes with my right arm, and then my right toes with my left.
"Cter you better not be thinking about what I think you're thinking about."
I stood up straight, bringing that ink pokeball to my chest and taking up a sort of pitcher's stance, squaring my feet.
"Don't you dare, Cter."
I slowly pulled my left arm back, pretending to pitch the ink ball at their head two or three times, practicing the motions.
"Cter so help me god if you kill me with that thing!"
I pulled my arms back to my chest, pulling up one leg to the side of my other leg and preparing to pitch my fast ball.
"I WILL RAIN FURY DOWN UPON Y-"
"Go, Charizard!"
CRACK.
Shatter.
Flash.
I cackled with laughter, slapping my knee and hunching over, tears of joy building in my eyes.
The sound of them stomping through the shadows to reach me was followed by several loud bangs, and in my hysterical laughter I threw up one arm, a wall of computer keys appearing between me and them and blocking the rain of DETERMINATION bullets.
Roaring with anger, Chara was quick to smash through the wall of keys with their frying pan, diving at me as that frying pan was swapped out for that knife, and they slashed at my head, only for me to duck, the back half of my throne being diagonally sliced clean through and sliding to the ground, where it crashed onto the flowers.
"Got a hell of a fastball, don't I?" I winked an eye shut, grinning up at them as they now stood over me, their feet planted on the large seat of the throne, one hand on what remained of the back of my throne and the other pulling their knife back into the air. "Maybe if you'd taken a little more time to listen to my backstory, you'd of learned I was one hell of a pitcher."
"Shut up!" Chara snarled, stabbing down at me, only for a key to form like a shield over my arm as I swung up, brushing their blade aside just before a pyramid of pens fired out around my throne, Chara jumping back out of range and landing in the doorway into the Judgement Hall, flipping their knife back around so that the blade was facing up and glaring angrily at me as the pens at my sides fell back into the ground, and I pushed myself to my feet once more.
"Always running to the slaughter, Chara." I shook my head, reaching up and snapping my fingers, Beat Blasters appearing at my sides. "What did I ever do to provoke you so?"
"Quit running your mouth." They spat with venom, eyes narrowing at me.
I smiled.
"Or what?"
"Eugh..." CORE Frisk muttered to themself, lifting the severed skeletal hand that they held by the index finger up to their face as they walked, squinting at it with their void eyes.
The hand wriggled some, digits twitching with life, making C Frisk scrunch their face in minor disturbance, their footsteps echoing across the empty blackness that they walked across.
"Gaster!" They called out as they reached a certain point in the darkness, misshapen clocks floating throughout the void around them.
Sitting alone, huddled over a screen-like cut in reality, a skeleton wrapped in a cloak of ooze glanced over his shoulder, revealing the glitching static over his right eye, his brow raising in surprise.
"Oh! Frisk! You've returned!" He turned away from the screen displaying Chara racing past pens firing through the air at them to face C Frisk.
"I managed to find enough of you to piece together your other hand." C Frisk made their way to Gaster, extending the squirming hand, which seemed quite eager to be returned to it's rightful place.
"Oh, perfect!" Gaster slid across the ground - or lack there of - within his goopy prison, which shifted lightly, opening to reveal a glitching, skeletal body, static covering certain parts here and there as he reached out with his right arm, the hand of which was covered with that static.
Gaster's hand jumped from Frisk's grasp, making them jump as it reconnected to Gaster's wrist, the static disappearing over where the hand now was connected.
"I know my kind has caused a great balance shift in the multiverse for reasons that may have been, in the grand scheme of things, selfish, but..." Gaster glanced to the side, C Frisk squinting their eyes and making a pouty face up at him.
"... My point is, though I know you don't agree with my choices, I appreciate you helping me." Gaster looked back to C Frisk, who sighed.
"Look, Gaster, I try my best to do what I can to make the multiverse a better place. But... This?" They shook their head. "These twenty one anomalies could have effects and implications that not even I can foresee."
"I have to do what I can now to get as many of this kids on the right track as possible."
"But, with how vastly different they each are..."
A young woman sat in a crevice in the one of the walls of Waterfall, one knee pulled up and her other leg stretching out in front of her. She wore a grey, tattered cloak that only fell over her upper body, and was open in the front, revealing her black and red striped T shirt. She wore beat up blue jeans, tears in the knees. Her hood was up, obscuring her eyes in shadow.
One arm was up laying across her pulled up knee, resting over it and holding the handle of a surprisingly large scythe, the silver blade shimmering as water dripped down it's edge. Her hand gripped near the bottom of the scythe, and the higher part of the handle was rested casually over her shoulder, like how one would hold a baseball bat. Her other hand held a cinnamon bunny, which she quickly bit into, ripping her head to the side and tearing the ears from the bunny treat.
Tiny, monochromatic feet splashed through the puddles of Waterfall.
She looked up from her sugary prey, frowning at the grey scale intruder in her den.
"Results have been..."
A young man pulled his hands from the sink of running water, turning off the faucet before reaching up, using his wet hands to slick his redish black hair back. He then grabbed the towel from next to the sink, calmly drying his hands before reaching up with both hands, straightening his tie.
He wore black dress pants and shoes and a long sleeve white button up shirt, wearing a red tuxedo vest along with a red tie, and he turned away from the mirror and began walking down the hallway of the True Lab, casually unrolling his sleeves as he did so.
After unrolling his sleeves, he reached into his pockets, gathering a box of cigarettes and a lighter from said pocket and pulling them out. He tapped the carton of cigarettes roughly against the palm of his other hand several times, before bringing it up to his lips, gently taking a cigarette in his teeth and pulling the carton away from his face, freeing the cigarette and putting the half empty box back in his pocket, using his free hand to spark his simple gas lighter to life, holding the delicate flame up to the end of his cigarette and lighting it.
And as he looked up from his cigarette, he stopped, cocking a brow at the little grey child waving at him from the end of the hallway.
And he remained silent, only reaching up and taking his cigarette between his index finger and thumb, gently pulling it away from his mouth and slowly exhaling a steady stream of of smoke into the air.
"... Mixed."
It was odd, that a place so quiet and dark could somehow radiate such chaos, C Frisk found themself thinking as they stood in wait in MTT Resort.
Light flooded the room through the glass doors at the front of the room, and the monochromatic child somehow felt a deep sense of unease as a shadow fell over those doors, pale hands wrapping around the handles of the doors and throwing them open, a gust of wind blasting through the empty lobby.
C Frisk found themself gulping, watching that white shadow saunter towards them, seeming entirely welcoming of their presence.
They steadied themself, staring up into those crimson eyes, which felt as though they could see every where C Frisk's omnipresent being ever was or ever would be all at once. They knew they had no reason to fear, beings like him could not hurt beings like them. And yet...
Chaos incarnate loomed over the symbol of order, and with a smile, he let one arm drop to his side, opening his palm as that crowbar - that agent of destruction - dropped into his grasp.
"Your pick looks like he's at a tipping point." C Frisk stepped past Gaster, looking down at the screen he'd been watching through.
Their black hole eyes narrowed as they watched Cter and the possessed Frisk grab each other by the collar of the shirt, each cocking back a fist and slamming it into the other's face.
"He's neutral. He feels the desire to hurt, but he knows that it's wrong." C Frisk placed their hands behind their back, frowning lightly. "That's why we need to put you back together and get you to intervene as soon as possible."
C Frisk looked up at Gaster.
"Because the longer Cter has to fight Chara, the more he's going to tip towards genocidal. And believe me when I say, no one wants that."
411.
Cter: 271
Chara: 140
"Hey there ho there my buddy friend guy pal amigo hombre brother sister chum pally pal fella home slice dog!" I jumped from my throne as if excited to see them, and they glared daggers at me as I happily walked down the hall to meet them.
"Now I hate to be the one to tell ya this but if you don't gimme this diddly darn timeline I'm gonna have to diddly darn snap your neck and WOWZA wouldn't that be a crummy juncture!" Grinning, I swung my arm over my chest to emphasis the silliness of my attitude while I took goofy, swaying steps to reach them.
"So if you wanna avoid being bamboozled like times before I suggest you hop on outta that host body a'yours and get the hell outta my timeline!"
I took one long step to the side, swaying my body in that direction and dodging Chara's slash, Chara flying by me and spinning in air, landing on their feet and skidding before spinning around to face me.
I turned on my heel, swinging one limp arm at them, a whip of ink lashing out from my sleeve and swiping at them, only for them to duck under it and burst forward, pulling their blade out to the side.
I stepped back, their slash leaving a red path through the air in front of me, which they darted through to slice up at me, only for me to dip my head backwards and dodge the slice of crimson. I whipped one hand upwards, and Chara jumped back, pens jutting from the earth below them with a crash.
They spun in air, gravity yanking them back down towards me as they yanked that knife back. I stepped to the side, eyes narrowing as I barely evaded their downward slash.
I jumped back, Chara darting after me. They ran low to the ground, darting between the giant erasers that dropped from the sky to smash them, the earth shaking as each eraser hit the ground before they stabbed up at me, and I moved my head to the side, a red slice appearing across my cheek, crimson blood slipping from the wound down my cheek before I crouched down, yanking back one fist and assaulting their abdomen with a quick jab, making them hunch over, their eyes widening in pain before I jumped, spinning in air and swinging one leg at their head, only for them to bring up their arm, blocking my kick with their forearm and glaring at me out of the corner of their eye before I pushed off of them, landing slightly crouched.
I ducked down as they lunged forward with a stab, launching back up and landing an uppercut on their chin, their head being thrown back before they yanked up one leg, slamming a kick into my chest and throwing me back across the hall.
My eyes winced shut from the blunt pain to my chest as I launched back through the air, before my back collided with one of the few remaining pillars in the golden hall, jarring my eyes open wide and shoving the wind from my lungs along with specks of saliva from my mouth.
My vision focused in on them dashing forward at me, and my jaw clenched as I managed to push myself to the side, blood spraying through the air as they stabbed through my left shoulder, knife pinning me to the pillar.
Snarling with pain, I cocked back my right fist, slamming it into their jaw and making them stumble to the side before I gripped the handle of the knife they left in my shoulder, teeth gritting and eyes going wide as I tore the cool steel from my arm, sending ruby liquid splattering to the ground.
Chara looked back to me, growling with anger as I threw their knife back at them. As they reached out to catch it, I snarled, lifting my left arm and opening my palm, displaying the crimson streams that ran over my fingers and palms as I grabbed my forearm to steady the arm. And I jolted back, ink firing up through the hole in my shoulder and wrapping around my arm, spiraling out at Chara at a shocking speed, the end forming a point.
And just as they grabbed the knife, the ink spike fired through their abdomen, and I roared, yanking back my arm and pulling them back towards me, cocking back my free fist.
Hatred flared in Chara's eyes, blood streaming down their chin as they pulled back that knife, letting out a primal roar as I pulled them closer.
Blood.
The music faded out.
My eyes were wide, my mouth hanging open and my chest heaving painfully for air, Chara's knife planted square in my sternum.
Their eye twitched as it looked to me from it's corner, my fist planted firmly in their cheek, blood pouring down their chin.
Ink splattered to the ground. My left arm fell limp.
We both stumbled past one another, like we didn't even know the other was there.
I noted that my body dropped to it's knees, though I couldn't feel it. A numbness was washing over me. Behind me, Chara slipped forward, landing on their knees and falling forward against the pillar before them.
And as I dropped face first towards the ground, Chara slipped to the side, the both of our body's hitting the ground at the same time.
Shatter.
"Pathetic."
I could only look up weakly at my attacker, watching as he crossed his arms, planting his shoe atop my head.
"Is this really all you've got, you little twerp?" His crimson eyes narrowed, and I grit my blood stained teeth as he ground the heel of his shoe into the top of my head, pushing my chin deeper into the mud.
"Do you wanna die pusscake, is that it?" He yanked back up that shoe, and I winced in pain as he stomped down on my head. "Are you really that much of a waste?!"
"No..." I managed to say between my grinding teeth, my eyes clenching shut.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" He snarled, roughly pushing my head deeper into the dirt with his foot.
"I SAID I DON'T WANNA DIE!" I shouted out, blood running down my chin and my forehead from my hairline.
"No, you don't wanna die..." He grinned wickedly as he knelt down, grabbing a fistful of my wet, matted hair and yanking my head up so that I was looking at him. "You wanna kill."
"... Kill..." Such a sweet word. It felt so right on my tongue. In my mind.
"Yeah. Rip, tear. Bite, claw. Crush, smash." His grin widened from ear to ear as he watched life return to my eyes, my lips slowly beginning to curve upwards, blood leaking from the cracks in them.
"That's the look, my little prodigy." He dropped my head back into the dirt and stood, crossing his arms as he loomed over me. "You might just become even stronger than me someday."
At that, his eyes snapped open wide, and he yanked back his foot, swinging forward and sending a kick flying directly at my face.
"NOW GET BACK OUT THERE!"
It went on like that for awhile.
Chara and I launched at each other, a thin spear of ink forming around my pen as we pulled back our weapons.
Hours? Days? Centuries? Who could count it all?
They ducked under my spear, stabbing upwards and piercing my chest, my eyes widening in agony as my blood splattered over their grinning face.
They were all I came to know. I was all they came to know.
Chara jumped from key platform to key platform, before diving down towards me, slashing through the air force of paper airplanes that raced up to meet them.
I thought that I might start to feel some fatigue. Or that they would grow bored of me at some point.
Grinning wickedly, malice flared in that right eye as they plummeted down towards me, a red trail of DETERMINATION following that blade that they led with.
... We didn't.
I smiled wolfishly up at them, winking my right eye shut as a Beat Blaster appeared between them and I, and their eyes widened as that beam of white hot energy raced up towards them, engulfing them and turning their body to ash.
If anything, I became... Excited to see them again. And they certainly seemed to enjoy seeing me.
Chara smirked as they sauntered down that hall, shrugging with that knife in hand and shaking their head.
What would they say, what would they do? Would I kill them, would they kill me? It was so intriguing, I just had to know.
I was laughing at something they said, grinning that less than friendly grin of mine as I took my time standing from my throne.
They were my enemy. My murderer, and my victim.
They darted between beams of light from my floating earbuds, diving at me, only for me to duck down, planting one hand on the ground, the earth rumbling in response.
... But they were also the only other person in the whole world. The only other immortal god in this eternity.
And as pens jutted from the earth in a circle around us, jabbing up at them, they placed one hand on my shoulder, flipping over me and narrowly avoiding the pen tips.
I got used to them, and they got used to me. We became perfect enemies.
They landed crouched, immediately spinning around and lunging back at me as I pulled back a forming ink spear, grabbing them by the wrist and pulling them aside, stabbing through their abdomen without a seconds hesitation.
The scoreboard evened out. A single fight went on until we were exhausted, and then kept going.
Blood spewing from between their teeth, they lifted one hand to my head, that revolver forming in their grasp from their inventory, the barrel pressing to my forehead.
Ties became pretty common. Slip ups became very uncommon.
And as they fell dying, they pulled the trigger, and my brain matter painted the floor.
When we both grew momentarily tired of fighting, as we rarely did, we would have this sort of... Unspoken agreement to chill the fuck out for the first few minutes of the next reload.
I sat, leaned forward in my throne as Chara stood in the entrance into the throne room, the both of us conversing about god knows what.
Insults, compliments. Jokes, threats. I'd piss them off, they'd piss me off. It always ended the same way.
I launched through the air, teeth gritting as I held Chara by the face, pulling them back and slamming them head first through a pillar, sending chunks of stone exploding through the air.
... With us beating the shit out of each other.
I threw Chara through the dust of the pillar, and they launched back out a second later, giving me a receipt with a hard knee to my jaw, throwing my head to the side before I was launched back through the air.
When they died, I waited impatiently for them to come back, which they always did almost immediately. When I died, I always raced back to fight them again. To see them again.
I flipped in air, landing on my feet and slouching forward slightly as I slid back, grinning at them, despite the stream of blood running from my now broken lip.
Until, eventually...
We both lay there, at the center of that hall, on our backs, our heads next to each other. Our limbs sprawled out at our sides, sweat beaded down our faces, and our chests heaved with labored breathes.
"... Are we going to be here forever..?" I finally spoke, glazed over eyes not moving from the ceiling.
"... Would that really be so bad, Cter..?" Chara flipped over onto their stomach, pushing themself to their hands and knees and crawling over to me.
I watched their face come into view, and they wore such a sweet smile as they lifted that knife above their head, arm shaking with fatigue.
... No.
They didn't pay much mind to the white light that was beginning to wash over, a large Beat Blaster appearing over us, pointing down at us as it prepared it's wrath.
That would be wonderful.
Shatter.
Flash.
714
Cter: 357
Chara: 357
"You didn't answer my question." Chara smirked lightly as they made their way down the hall towards me, not in a rush but not hesitantly.
"I'm here, ain't I?" I returned their confident smirk, placing my hands on the arms of my throne and pushing myself to my feet, standing slouched and stuffing my hands into my pockets.
"Yes. There you are." Their hands were empty, they had yet to draw their knife. My eyes narrowed inquisitively at this. Chara? Without a weapon? Unprecedented.
"You know, Cter, I've spent a good portion of my life - or whatever it is that I have now - in disgust of humanity, hating every human." They spoke calmly, those crimson, snake like eyes narrowing at me, watching my every move.
"But you." Their lips curved up ever so slightly. "You're different from them."
"Yeah?" I cocked a brow, my attention caught.
"Other humans are weak and cowardly. Afraid to kill, afraid to die." That blackness crept into the whites of Chara's eyes as they smiled wide.
"But you... You kill and die without flinching." They tilted their head to the side, an oil tear slipping down their cheek. "You don't care about anyone but yourself, right? Nobody understands true strength like you."
My jaw clenched, my smile fading away to a more stoic expression, the shadow of my hair falling over my eyes.
"As fun as this is, I believe you and I are destined for more then an eternal grudge match." They reached up, wiping one black tear from their cheek with a grin.
"... So what did you have in mind?" I tilted my head to the side, no emotion showing on my face. My bangs moved with the shift of my head, my left eye being revealed to the world. It was a dull emerald green, and, maybe, somewhere deep inside...
Chara grinned from ear to ear, streams of darkness overflowing from their eyes down their cheeks, beginning to bubble over from between their teeth and slipping down their chin.
Just then, everything seemed to slow down. The room pressurized, and both Chara's and my eyes widened as the colors of the world flipped to negative for just a moment, before a burst of light pierced the void of darkness at the very center of the hall between us, and a blast of force slammed into Chara and I, throwing each of us down the hall in different directions as the colors of the hall returned to normal.
"Eugh..." I rubbed my head, laying with my back against a fallen pillar as I looked up to see what on earth had caused such a force.
And there, at the center of the hall, a skeleton slowly climbed to his feet. He wore a long, buttoned up coat, the bottom of which reached down to his ankles. Under the coat, he wore a white sweater, which matched the grey scarf that was wrapped around his neck. He wore black dress pants and shoes. But, I'd say his most defining features were the crack that ran down from his left eye and up from his right, and the fact that as he sat there, gasping for breath with wide sockets, His left eye's pupil glowed a deep blue, and his right's a deep orange.
"... I'm back..." He spoke in disbelief, looking his skeletal hands over, looking through the holes in their centers. "I'm back..!"
"Uh..?" I climbed to my feet, cocking a brow at this new monster. I knew I'd seen him before, but thinking outside of what my life had become fighting Chara, everything seemed a tad fuzzy...
He looked up to me with those wide eyes, and I found myself somewhat stunned. It had been an eternity, hadn't it? Since I last looked someone but them in the eye.
How do I interact with people other than them again..? It was hard to remember...
"It's you!" The skeleton climbed to his feet, stumbling slightly and catching himself with one hand on the pillar at his side.
"... Look, buddy, I'm not entirely sure on who you are," I squinted at him, tilting my head to the side. "But you need to get out of here, it's not safe for monsters here."
"Yeah." Chara's voice cut in, and the both of us looked to see them walking from the shadows, one hand clutching that knife and the other clenched into a tight fist. They looked pissed. "You've got a lot of nerve."
"Cter!" The skeleton looked to me, urgency in his sockets. "There isn't time! Listen!"
At that, the well dressed skeleton reached out to both Chara and I, and our souls appeared on our chests, us both looking to them with wide eyes as our souls were pulled away from our chests, floating just in front of us before we were both yanked forward with them, flinging at shocking speeds towards the intruder.
As we reached him, our souls fit into the holes in his palms, and shock waves blasted through our very beings.
"YOU HAVE TO WIN!"
My eyes snapped open wide.
Darkness.
I jolted up, eyes darting from side to side to inspect my surroundings.
It was a lot like where I would awake when I got my magic. A void filled with random memories floating like screens around me.
But, instead of a friendly monster...
"What is this..?" Chara asked in a low growl, climbing to their feet across from me. "This isn't how it's supposed to go, Cter!"
They no longer looked to be in Frisk's body. Their skin was a paler shade, and they wore their green, yellow striped shirt instead of Frisk's blue, purple striped shirt.
It was Chara, alright.
I stood as well, choosing not to speak for another moment as I looked above.
High in the void above us, two enormous, ruby souls floated, glowing a deep red in the vantablack.
My eyes fell to my side, where many yards away, I could make out a cage. It was hard to tell what was inside, but it almost... Looked like a person.
"... All good things must come to an end, Chara." I looked back to them, that devilish grin creeping up my face. My eyes snapped open wide, malice shinning in them.
"May the stronger human win."
Chara's eyes narrowed at this, but they did smile in amusement at the desire to hurt clear in my voice and expression.
"Wait, Cter." They held up one hand as I took a step forward, and I paused, arching a brow at them.
"You extended me an olive branch when this started, and I'd like to return the favor." They smirked lightly as I arched a brow curiously. "You remember what I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, yes?"
"... Yeah, I do." My eyes narrowed skeptically, and I watched them closely.
"You and I are incredibly powerful, Cter. I think we could do great things..." Darkness seeped into the whites of their eyes. "... Together."
My jaw clenched. A part of me wanted to cut them off right there, if only for fear of what the rest of me might want to hear.
"Just think about it, Cter." Their smirk widened into a grin, blackness surrounding their crimson irises. "The possibilities are endless!"
"Frisk was a temporary vessel at best. Just too weak and too attached to this worthless world." Chara closed their eyes for a moment, shaking their head and scoffing. "If I'd had the option, I'd have picked you from the very start."
*How flattering.
"You and I can finally escape this overplayed game, and move on to the next." Chara reopened their eyes, that slimy grin on their face as they reached out with their right hand, opening their palm as if extending their hand for me to take.
But as I looked to their hand, I watched a golden energy manifest into a simple, rectangular button over their hand, floating there, with one word engraved in it.
ERASE
"Come with me, Cter." Their grin widened from ear to ear, black sludge oozing down their chin and streaming from their tear ducts down their cheeks.
"Let us make this multiverse our own."
I stared at that button for a long time. So many thoughts swirled through my mind, so many emotions through my heart.
Until there was nothing.
Until those fake feelings melted away, and I once again felt that strong, pale hand place itself upon my head.
Everything else faded away, until it was just me, the ERASE button, and the Angel killer.
*Quit wasting time, brat.
My mouth was slightly ajar, and my hair shadowed my eyes. Suddenly, that option seemed so warm, so inviting.
The grown albino man behind me grinned wide, one hand on my head and the other in his pocket.
*This world can't offer you anything else. Don't pass up this golden opportunity.
I took one step forward, my body swaying with the step, as if it moved on it's own.
My hand clenched and unclenched, eager to take hold of the power being presented to me.
*Cut the ties to the worthless weakling who've clung so desperately to you.
One more shaky step forward. That golden light reflected in my eyes, and the darkness that surrounded us writhed and slithered, seeming overjoyed as I lifted one hand, slowly reaching out for the ERASE button.
*Make this reality your o-!
"AY! KNUCKLE HEAD! THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
A warm gold light glowed around me, that killer disappearing from existence as a little old woman with grey hair and a face full of wrinkles suddenly stood before me, reaching up to grab me by the collar and yank me down to eye level, my eyes reappearing from the shadow of my hair and widening in shock as she cocked back her free hand, planting a hard slap across my cheek and throwing my head to the side, effectively knocking sense directly into me.
"..." I remained silent, reaching up and touching my cheek with shock reflecting on my expression, before I growled, my head snapping to look at the old woman before me.
"The hell was that for, you crazy old bat?!" I yelled right back in her face, though she didn't flinch one bit, wagging a finger in my face.
"Don't you give me that shit, Angel!" She scolded, her finger clenching back into a threatening fist. "I saw what you were about to do!"
"Yeah Granny? And what's that?" I sassed, though I tilted my head back away from that fist in unspoken fear.
"You were gonna go back on the promise you made that nice monster boy!" Granny poked me multiple times in the chest with her boney finger. "Don't try to deny it, I saw you!"
"Promise?" My face contorted with confusion. "What promi-"
"... I-I don't want you to become mean like them..."
My eyes widened in realization, and Granny pulled her hand away, placing her hands on her hips and shaking her head knowingly.
"... Oooohhh..." I grimaced. "... I'm a dick."
"Yes you are." She squinted her old eyes scrutinizingly. "Honestly, all the time I put into you and you're still out here acting like a hoodlum?"
My face grew red with embarrassment, and I reached up, scratching the back of my head as I avoided eye contact.
"You're too old to be a brat, Angel!" Granny scolded, once again wagging that finger at me, other hand still on her hip. "You've grown up too much to be a little kid!"
She was right, and I hadn't even noticed. I'd changed so much since I'd come to the underground. I didn't even look the same.
What was once scrawny was now toned, and my face had lost that smoother, more childlike look in favor of a sharper jawline and more defined features. Not to mention the Delta Rune engraved on my back.
"So stop dickin' around!" Granny stepped to the side, pointing back at the erase button.
"Grit your teeth, clench your butt cheeks, and kick! Their! Ass!"
At those words, my hands clenched into fists, my jaw clenched, and I took a quick step forward, the illusion around me disappearing.
Chara's eyes widened as I reached out and under that button, grabbing them by the wrist with my right hand and yanking their arm aside.
Letting out a primal roar, I planted my feet, cocked back my left fist, and let it explode forward, a red aura steaming from my knuckles before my fist collided with the erase button, a gust of wind exploding out around the collision before cracks rapidly launched through the button.
my face contorting with rage and exertion, my teeth ground together before my fist fired through the ERASE button, sending it exploding to shards around us as my fist continued it's righteous path, Chara's face expressing utter bewilderment before my punch blasted into their solar plexus, and I kicked back one of my legs, sending them firing downward and planting them in the ground below us, a massive boom reverberating with a shock wave that tore at my sweatshirt and made my hair whip back.
I liked to imagine that the punch replayed three times for dramatic effect.
Chara's wide eyes stared up at me, their free hand weakly gripping the wrist of my left fist, which was embedded deep in their abdomen, their other hand pinned by the wrist to the ground by my right hand.
Chest heaving and heart thumping rapidly with adrenaline, I stared down at them with semi-wide eyes, looming over them, my shadow falling over their face.
"... Ha... Haha..." Chara's lips slowly curved up into an amused grin, their eyes focusing in on me. "Hahahaha..."
"I knew you wouldn't... Give in that easily..." They laughed weakly, body beginning to dissipate into spirals of red mist. They didn't bleed, despite my fist being planted in their chest.
"Though I almost feel bad for you..." They tilted their head to the side, grinning from ear to ear as their mist floated up around me. "After spending so long together..."
They reached up with one misting hand, cupping my cheek gently as they grinned. For god knows what reason, this time, I didn't pull away.
"Will you really be able to live without me?"
Their body disappeared, and as that red mist passed over me, I almost felt arms wrap around me. One hand rested over the soul on my chest, and the other covered my left eye.
"I'll try not to keep you waiting."
In the next moment, the feeling of them disappeared, and that mist floated higher and higher into the abyss. I wasn't sure when it disappeared, as I didn't watch it go. I just dropped to my knees where their body had been moments ago, and looked to my hands.
"..." I was silent for a long time. Until, eventually, I smiled. And then, I began to snicker. And then chuckle.
And as I laughed wholeheartedly to myself, I reached up, running a hand through my hair.
"I'm gonna need so much goddamn therapy..." Maybe it was the mental exhaustion, but that simple statement was making me giggle like an idiot.
After sitting there and laughing for awhile, when said laughter inevitably died down, my eyes drifted over to that cage in the distance, and narrowed slightly.
I climbed to my feet and took a deep breath, beginning to walk towards what I could only assume was a trapped kid.
Eventually, when I came into view, my theory was confirmed. From behind the red DETERMINATION bars, Frisk looked up at me, looking to be somewhat surprised.
"So... You really did it." They spoke, not seeming particularly excited or particularly sad. "You beat Chara."
"... Yeah. Yeah I did." I took a seat in front of their pathetic little cage, which was not big enough for them to stand in.
"..." Frisk's eyes drifted down to the black floor, their hands gripping onto the knees of their pants.
"I... Understand if you don't trust me. If you want to destroy me too. It's what I deserve." They trembled as they spoke. "Chara was always right about me... I am a coward, and I am weak..."
I didn't express much of anything. I just sat there, listening.
"I had friends and family, and I threw it all away, just because I thought I could get away with it..." They avoided contact with my unfeeling eyes. "And, when Chara showed up, I wasn't strong enough to keep my soul from them... I suppose it's better that way, it was clear that I couldn't be trusted with that power..."
"It didn't always have to be like this, but... You knew that, didn't you?" Smiling sadly, they looked up at me. "That's why you fought so hard, right? That's why you resisted, even when Chara tempted you. Because you knew there was something better than this."
"... It wasn't my place to choose the fate of this world like that." I blinked my exhausted eyes. "I just got here. I haven't fought nearly as hard as others to keep this place safe."
"... I wish I'd been more like you..." Frisk looked down, that sad smile fading away. "You're so strong... So much more so than me..."
They clenched their eyes shut tight, taking a deep breath.
"... I understand if you have to kill me. I would probably just weigh you down, and you probably don't trust me... Besides, you won the timeline, fair and square..."
"..." I stood, looking down at them, one hand in my pocket, the other extending an open palm to the cage.
"Frisk."
"Yes..?"
"Do you want a second chance?"
"More than anything..."
"Will you make this all right? Will you give these people the happy ending they deserve?"
"... I will."
"Will you lay down your weapon and never gain LOVE again?"
"I promise."
I smiled lightly.
"That's all I needed to hear."
A pulse reverberated through the cage of DETERMINATION, before it shattered, falling to nothing around Frisk, who watched with surprise.
"You're... Really sparing me..?" They asked hopefully, slowly standing before me.
I smiled weakly, exhaustion reflecting in my eyes.
"I've killed enough today."
My eyes fluttered open, and I glanced around myself. My eyes caught on the well dressed skeleton at my side, who smiled with relief as he saw my eyes open.
"... Wing Ding Gaster, right?" I said groggily, pointing up at him. He nodded.
"Yes, that's me." He scooted back as I sat up, looking over at him. "I apologize for the abruptness of my appearance. I just knew I had to get here fast."
"S'alright." I waved a hand dismissively, closing my eyes and rubbing them with my index finger and thumb. "Everything worked out alright."
"Cter... I've been watching you battle while I pulled myself together." Gaster smiled with an odd amount of pride. "I know that this life was thrust upon you, but I cannot express my gratitude enough. Because of you, my world has been saved, and I can finally return to it."
"I am pretty amazing, aren't I?" I winked an eye shut, grinning playfully and tiredly.
Gaster chuckled lightly at this, before his eyes darted over my shoulder, narrowing at Frisk, who seemed to be stirring with life.
I watched his expression harden and his eyes light back up with blue and orange before I looked over my shoulder, spotting Frisk sitting up.
"Relax, G." I waved a hand dismissively, confusion appearing on Gaster's expression as I stood, walking over to Frisk.
"Welcome back, Frisk." I offered them a hand, which they looked to, before smiling lightly up at me, taking my hand and letting me help them to their feet.
"... Glad to be back." They said with a bit of hesitation, seeming quite timid.
"So, you chose to give Frisk back their body." Gaster stood, walking up to us.
"Hope that ain't an issue." I looked over my shoulder to him, and he laughed lightly, waving a hand dismissively.
"Not at all. The less you kill, the better. Besides, it gives us a good opportunity." Gaster placed his hands behind his back, and I cocked a brow at him.
"And what's that?" I tilted my head to the side curiously.
"Since Frisk is here to RESET instead of you, I can take you outside of the timeline." Gaster explained. "That way, you won't lose your magic as you are evading being sent back in time."
"That's some good thinkin', G." I reached up, tapping my forehead with my index finger, before turning to face Frisk.
"You ready to start setting things right?" I smiled lightly at them, and they smiled in return, nodding with DETERMINATION.
"Alrighty then, let's get to i-"
"Cteeeerrrrrrr!"
I turned to look down the hall, arching a brow in confusion before my eyes went wide, and I quickly opened my arms, catching Monster Kid in them.
"YoI'msogladyou'reokayIwassoworriedyouhavenoideaandthenthatskeletondudeshowedupandIjustthought"Igottagohelp"andGAAASSSSSPPPPPI'mjustsohappytoseeyou'realright!"
I laughed lightly, only really understanding about half of what Monster Kid was saying as he buried his face in my shoulder, crying tears of joy.
I just wrapped my arms around him, my laughter slowly dying down as my exhausted eyes drifted to the floor, my smile slowly fading.
"Hey, Monster Kid... E-easy with the water works, alright?" I smiled weakly, tears building in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks in his embrace. "I-I'm okay, I promise..."
It had been so long since I'd felt this way. At least, I thought it'd been so long. How long was I in that timeloop? how much time did it all add up to?
I felt like I'd been going insane. Or maybe I'd found sanity? It felt so real and so fake all at once, and remembering it made my mind race and scatter and-
"Cter..?"
None of it matters now.
"Yeah, MK..?" We pulled away from each other, Monster Kid wiping his tears with his tail.
"You're... Gonna be RESETing time now, right?" Monster Kid asked, and I nodded.
"We're gonna set everything right and save everybody." I smiled lightly to reassure, but Monster Kid just looked down.
"So... I'm probably gonna forget all about you, huh..?"
My eyes widened, and another tear slipped down my cheek at that thought. I'd been so focused on bringing everyone back that I hadn't put much thought into the littler things.
"... Y-yeah. Probably."
"... Then," Monster Kid's eyes narrowed at the ground, his jaw clenching. "I need you to make me another promise."
I was slightly taken aback, arching a brow at Monster Kid. I was a little weary and concerned by his words, even. After all, keeping the last promise I'd made him was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
Monster Kid tensed, before he suddenly looked up to me, intensity burning in his eyes.
"Promise me that we'll be best friends again!"
My eyes widened at his words, which sent a jolt of emotion through my body. A kind of care and compassion that hadn't been expressed towards me in eons, it felt.
"... H-heh..." I smiled wide, from ear to ear as tears overflowed down my cheeks. "Okay."
"It's a promise."
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