Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

63 - MURPHY'S LAW

A/N: Trigger warning - Language, also, the title.

(FRISK POV)

     ". . ." Chara sighed.

     "Frisk," She put her hand on my knee. "If you don't want to talk about it, I'm not going to force you to." I took a deep breath.

     "I remember the faces. Every single monster that I killed made the same face when they knew that they were going to die. I remember the weak points. Eventually, I stopped thinking of it as taking a life and thought of it as more of a puzzle. 'What's the fastest way to kill as many people as I can while still inflicting the most pain?'. It's horrifying, that I could even think that way. I remember kicking the door to the ruins until it crumbled. Every monster in the ruins was weak and didn't fight back. My memory skips most of Hotland, and it gets stuck in a loop. Red and Gold, and red and gold, over, and over, and over, and over agin. And then I remember the feeling of being taken away at the last second.... Why did you ask?" Chara rubbed her arm.

     "I... talked with Flowey a few minutes ago."

     "Oh... what did you talk about?"

     "... No matter where the conversation went, it always turned back to you. Mostly for positive reasons, but the Genocide was brought up a few times." I thought back to our recent argument.

"...you know id never kill someone unless it wasn't me in control, right?"

"Y-yeah... ..." We fell silent. I felt dizzy for a few seconds before I felt my body getting numb. I vaguely remember coughing up a large amount of black sludge before losing consciousness.

"Hm... this is the first time you've visited me like this, human." I sat up quickly. I looked around. I was in the VOID.

     "DAMMIT!"

     "I can hear you think, you don't need to shout so loud."

     "Sorry. I just— I don't know how to fix this, my poisoning is only getting worse, Chara keeps trying to talk to me about the last timeline even though she knows it hurts to talk about... I've gotten to the point where my whole body hurts from trying to come back to this place constantly."

     "Alright, this is going to take some time and effort, but I'm going to see what I can do about this."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to try to get the VOID out of you."

"How, why, what?" Dr. Gaster facepalmed using one of his flouting hands.

"I'm going to try to draw it out of you using negative dimensional pressure. The reason I'm going to try is because the VOID has hollowed you out to the point where I'm hearing your thoughts and your subconscious constantly and if I have to deal with your Human Premenstrual Syndrome screaming at me for 1 more day I swear to Asgore I'm going to tear my skull apart."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused. Take your clothes off. Now."

"Ex-Fucking-scuse me?!"

"I am a medical expert, and in order for this procedure to be non-lethal, you cannot wear clothes. The negative dimensional pressure will fuse your body to what you are wearing on the subatomic level. To put this is words you can understand, remove your clothing, or they will tear your atoms apart particle by particle."

"... you better not be getting any sick kicks out of this."

"I am a doctor. I became desensitized to this circumstance long before I came to this place. And I lost the ability to get 'kicks' at all eons ago, as if time even exists in the VOID."