Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

70 - I WAS THERE

TW - Discussion of traumatic events, past and present.

     (CHARA POV)[M]

     I woke up with Frisk basically glued to me. Taking a shortcut out of bed, I decided to pour myself some tea that was provided with the room.

     Rain poured outside our window. I remember Frisk saying something about the rain down here being condensation, not actual rain. How curious. The rain down here is just regular water. A cheap imitation.

Kind of like me. Heh, I'm not even a real monster. I was rejected by humans, only to become a cheap imitation of what humans threw out.

I eyed my arms. My body had been formed with scars, open cuts, and scabs, only because they were left on my spirit. They started to heal after a few weeks, but... these recent ones hadn't fully scarred yet.

The rain kept pouring. I kept drinking my tea.

God, I'm so stupid. The room started to warp and shift around me. I felt sick. I turned to look at frisk, but as soon as I turned around, I found myself in a white void, standing in a path of golden flowers.

"No. Please. I can't... I can't deal with this right now." I turned around to face him. I hadn't taken the stabilizers yet.

Diitii Fox was chained to huge colorful pillars that were barely standing. They were one push away from crumbling to the ground.

"Aw, what's wrong Fallen? Can't help but obsess over everything you've ever done wrong?" My breath was shaky.

"You're just... You're just trying to make me angry!"

"Dear Fallen, you give me too much credit. You don't need my help getting angry, you're much better at making you filled with hate and rage."

"You don't know anything."

"... Perhaps not. Tell me, what's gotten you troubled today?" I don't know why I told him. I didn't want to tell him.

"My death caused Asgore to declare war on the human race. Children have died because of my 'sacrifice'."

"Human children."

"What are you implying?"

"You only pretend to care. Deep down, you think that those humans finally got what they deserve."

"You can't tell me how I think!"

"You have such a hatred for humanity ingrained into you, that every time you look at Archer, you feel a little disgusted."

"¡SOLUTAMENTE NO!"

"Even when you truly love someone, because, it's obvious you do love her, you can't get away from your hatred. And what's even funnier, Fallen, is that you hate yourself for hating her, for hating humanity. It's beautiful cycle of hatred that puts anything I could cause to shame."

"No, no, no, that can't be right..."

"I spend more time with the emotions and thoughts you keep bottled up than you do, Fallen. Isn't that funny?"

"None of this would've even happened if I didn't fall into this stupid mountain!"

"Are you sure that's what happened?"

"Why wouldn't it be?! My parents tricked me into thinking I had gifts waiting for me on Mt. Ebott, so I climbed for two weeks, nearly died, and then tripped on a vine and fell down. You know this, you were there!" A devilish grin grew on his face. His eyes became red, glowing cracks on his face.

"Exactly one thing in that statement is true. I was there."

"What do you—"

"Things can seem very different from the perspective of a child." Everything started to fall apart.

What really happened?

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Snails hunt those marked with 'Snail Trails' relentlessly until their prey is savagely murdered.