Sans AUs Oneshits

Who Said You Were in Control? | Chara & Frisk Angst(?)

Disclaimer: This was made last minute for an English assignment and I had to change some stuff to be "appropriate" and such. Apologies. -v-;

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The knife glistened in the light, coated in monster dust and ketchup red blood. The grip of the hilt grew tighter, and tears trailed down the killer’s face. Their golden yellow eyes sparkled with fresh tears, and their pupils had shrunken visibly, vibrating wildly. Teeth clenched, they choked back a sob and asked, “Is this what you want?” 

Another figure appeared, seeming translucent. Their ruby red eyes flickered with insanity. They nodded. “Of course, Frisk. It’s what you wanted, too - don’t forget about that.” A maniacal laugh escaped the ghost. “Too bad Mama Goat is dead. Such a shame! Her pies were delicious. Especially that apple pie… hm…” 

“Chara,” the one called Frisk said, clenching their knife tighter. “We’re about to commit genocide, and this is what you think of?” 

Chara laughed again. “Let’s go,” they said dismissively, messing the other’s hair up. Frisk’s hair didn’t change as Chara was a ghost, but they huffed anyways, swatting their hand away before trudging through the snow. They had a ton more monsters to kill before their plan succeeded. 

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It was nighttime, and they were resting from the day's work of killing. They still had quite a few left to kill off before they could completely kill off everyone, but they were harder than the ones they had slaughtered so they could wait until tomorrow.

Chara floated around, watching Frisk press the SAVE button. They grinned at Frisk, who only frowned back. “Good night,” Frisk mumbled, deciding to take a rest. 

“Have a nice nap,” Chara replied. They waited until Frisk had fallen asleep, then disappeared in front of a person. Actually, it wasn’t even a person. Just a figurine colored black with red eyes, redder than Chara’s, and an insane expression and personality. 

Chara scowled when they smiled. “What is it now, Player?” they spat, hands clenched into fists. 

The other, Player, merely smiled. “I see you’ve murdered everyone in the entire Underground, except for Snowdin.” Silence. “I will warn you, however - those skeleton brothers are-” 

Chara interrupted them. “Yes, I’m very aware. This has happened a hundred and eighty-one times, you don’t need to remind me.” 

Player smiled again. “Remember, you’re in my control. You’re my puppet, and Frisk is yours. If I see you’re not doing your job properly, Puppet, expect-” 

“Painful punishments, yeah. I got it! Now can I leave?” 

“...fine. I expect you will help behead him before I have to log off.” 

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This had happened many times before. Why was Chara suddenly feeling so guilty about beheading Papyrus now? They shook their head, turning to Frisk. Their face was devoid of emotion; wiping the dust off of their knife, they left the dust pile in the snow. Chara stayed, waiting for Sans, who arrived shortly after. None of them spoke as Sans placed the red scarf around his boney neck. 

“Genocide again, I see.. hello, Chara,” he sighed. 

“Hello, comedian,” Chara answered. 

They stood silently. “We’ll get through this, kiddo,” Sans said quietly. “Mustard up that courage. All we need is a RESET to happen.” 

“We might not even get one.” 

“What?” 

Sans turned to Chara, who made themself a bit more opaque in Sans’s presence. “The Player,” Chara said. “The Player is planning on doing a mass genocide, and then deleting the game. We’ll be gone forever, comedian.” 

The skeleton stood still, hand gripping the dusty scarf. His eye sockets devoid of any eye lights, he said in a hushed voice. “We can’t let that happen.” 

“I know, Sans. I know.” 

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Frisk stood in the Judgement Hall, facing Sans. Chara stood silently behind Frisk, becoming almost transparent. Their ruby eyes flickered back and forth from the comedian’s empty eye sockets to her “puppet’s” dull yellow eyes. Silently scoffing, they crossed their arms as Sans began talking. Soon, the familiar words rang in their head. 

“Birds are singing, flowers are blooming… on days like these, kids like you… should be burning in hell.” The left eye light disappeared and the right turned to a glowing cyan, a hint of yellow at the bottom. 

Frisk grinned, eyes brightening to match the intensity. Whipping their knife out, they said, “I will kill you, Sans.” And ran forwards, slashing their weapon. 

The sounds of bones snapping and blasters blasting rang in Chara’s ears. But they were soon drowned out by the Player’s taunts. “Take control,” the voice rasped. “Take control and kill him off. We’re close to ending this, Chara.” The way their name had been said sent shivers down their spine, but they held their ground. “Before I make you,” was the final, coherent statement before the voice disappeared. 

Chara cursed silently. Their ruby eyes darkened, and they looked down at their arms. Faint red strings that were barely visible were wrapped around their wrists, like strings of a puppet. 

Puppet… 

Something snapped inside of them. Grinning, Chara grabbed the red strings and pulled at them violently. They broke, falling onto the ground before disappearing. “Who said you were in control?” Chara asked venomously, before dashing towards Frisk and taking control of the knife. Buttercup yellow eyes flickered to robin red, and the knife clattered on the ground before it could hit the judge. 

The judge stopped the bone attacks. “...you’re sparing me? Finally. Buddy. Pal.” Chara tuned out, waiting until the skeleton finally said, “C’mere, pal.” 

They took a step forward. A bone went through their SOUL, and two golden buttons appeared. 

Player screamed. Frisk cried. Chara smiled as the world resetted. 

[WC: 915]