Every fairytale needs a villain, right?

[buttercup_eater]

[[Closed to dustless and sansational, sorry!]]

What

the hell

was that?

It's this thought that echoes above all else in Chara's mind, even after waking up in a chilly stone chamber that definitely isn't anywhere in the Underground.

What the hell was that- why SPARE Sans, why throw away everything they'd worked for, did the other kid somehow get through to them, what kind of stupid, pointless decision was that?

They mull over the subject for a while, glaring at the ceiling, before realizing their partner has yet to direct them the way they normally would. That... complicates matters.

The first thing Chara does is sit up, and in the process their gaze drifts over their chest, and they can see green and gold. They're wearing a sweater much like the ones they used to wear, Chara realizes. And when they look at their hands they can see that the skin tone and the shape of them has changed. These are their old hands. Except they can't be because their original hands would have rotted away a long time ago.

Right, first priorities first: Chara can still feel the locket beating away, and a cursory glance around the room reveals the real knife resting nearby. There isn't much else in the chamber of interest, so they grasp the handle and get to their feet.

Now appropriately equipped, Chara heads to the door and strolls silently out into the empty hallways.

They can still fulfill their purpose. There's always a way- they just have to find it.

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[buttercup_eater]

A sob breaks through the air during the chase, and Chara's eyes narrow. The sound is enough to get them to break their silence. "Are you crying?" they ask, "Aren't you a little old for that sort of thing?"

Their heart is pounding in their chest. They need to finish this, they think- they can see the blood soaking through the other child's sweater and their hands are getting sticky and the air reeks of a wet, coppery smell, so different from that of dust. Dust is tidier, they think. Why do humans have to be so messy and disgusting in everything?

Chara takes a quick gulp of air, inhaling more of the blood scent. It's invigorating even through the messiness of it, and with a quick burst of energy they leap forward to tackle the other child to the ground.

welp i thought i replied to this ages ago, a+ me

[dustless]

They slam to the floor, skull bouncing against stone, dots exploding in their already-shaking vision. Their mouth is dry, throat like sandpaper, everything else soaking and burning.

Frisk shoves their hands upward, one final effort to push Chara away.

They'll barely feel it. All they'll get is smearing handprints added to the stains on their sweater.

[buttercup_eater]

The other child's hands are light and pathetic, although it doesn't stop Chara from spitefully ramming their blade into the other child's shoulder. It sinks in with a slicing crunch sound and they jerk it out and raise it up for another stab. But then, their eye is caught by a glimmer of gold.

Chara's heart races. It's The Locket.

Except the other child is wearing it- and their's is still around their neck, and- there are only two like it and-

"Where did you get that." There's a tremor in their voice. With their free hand, Chara reaches out towards the other child's throat. They don't feel they're in control, but it's different from the way their partner would push them.

"It's not yours." Ignoring any attempts at struggling that the other child might make, their fingers curl around the locket and they yank. But it doesn't come off, so they keep pulling and pulling and pulling, but the chain is strong, just like it's supposed to be...

"Give it back." ...but they can't stop themselves from struggling on regardless, tugging it this way and that way, anything to pry it away from the other child's neck, and the think they hear something crack but it still isn't moving-



"Give Asriel's locket back!"

-and then the chain finally snaps.

[dustless]

Frisk wheezes helplessly, still shoving against their chest.

Chara's voice is wrong they can tell even then, but there's nothing they can do. They feel like they're starting to float even with Chara's weight pressing them against the floor.

Asriel.

Brown eyes stare up into red, uncomprehending. They know who Asriel is, they recognize the name, but he isn't here.

Why is Chara talking about him.

Why is this happening. Why is.

Why.

The heart-shaped locket is a blur of gold, leaving a trail of itself across their vision.

Their arms drop, hands pressing flat by their sides.

[buttercup_eater]

Chara feels a bit dazed once they finally rip the locket free, and they pause for a second to stare at Asriel's locket clutched in their hand, now smeared with blood. Asriel. Asriel, oh Asriel, they just want this all to be over already, they wanted it to be over with a long, long time ago.

Chara's gaze turns back to the other child when the light pushes and slaps suddenly cease. Their arms have dropped- are they...? No, they can still see the spark of life in the other child's eyes. Incredible, with how much blood there is everywhere, and yet they're still not done. How do they end this?

With a burst of determination, Chara digs their fingers in the other child's hair as tightly as they can while also holding onto the locket, and yanks their head back to expose their throat. Chara presses their knife against the pulse, and the blade slices through the flesh in a sharp jerk.

Blood splatters out of the wound and it's sticky and reeks of meat.

* You won.

[dustless]

Every sensation in the word narrows down to the press of blade against flesh.

But it doesn't hurt.

Blood sprays from the jugular over their already-soaking chest, wells up into their mouth from the inside, leaving what remains of reflexes to make their throat convulse.

There's one final effort they don't even feel. One final shove, hands flat cross the ground, pushing their body just a few inches.

Why is what is who is this is everything slides away.

They're falling again.

Frisk's eyes go empty.






It's...







peaceful.