Never Die Again

12. Demoncracy

Thanks to coincidencless for editing.

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"My bad, homie. I picked 'C.' Ain't that a bitch?"

- Franklin Clinton

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... Chara knew what to do.

She wasn't going to kill Frisk, and she wasn't going to let him win, either. She sat back down into the Arbiter's cockpit. "Arby! Use my blood for repairs!"

"P-pilot, a-at your c-current blood level -"

"Don't care! Do it!"

"A-are you...?"

"NOW!"

The Arbiter's needle poked into Chara's arm and took her blood, and its left arm began repairing itself. Metal screeched as Chara commanded the arm to rise, but it barely left the ground. "More!"

The mech continued to draw Chara's blood, and the arm slowly rose into the air. Frisk clenched his teeth as he looked up at it. He tried to crawl back, but with his injuries, he couldn't get far. With the last of the Arbiter's power, Chara aimed the arm and let gravity bring it down. The Arbiter's hand slammed into Frisk's chest, pinning him into the dirt. He squirmed beneath the hand, but he couldn't break free.

"A-alert, pilot vital s-signs failing."

Chara panted. Her head felt so light. She could hardly see through her blurring vision, but she smiled. She had done it. She had won. Chara took a deep breath. "Look, Father. I did it. I captured a... human..."

She closed her eyes.

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Dacuel flew over the battlefield, what was left of it anyway. It sure was a mess, littered with the bodies of dozens of soldiers Alpin had killed before they had finally taken him down. Even Sans hadn't made it; his pile of dust was right next to Alpin's body. The survivors stood in the bloody field, beyond horrified. A battle like that wouldn't be easy to shake off, to say the least.

Dacuel landed by the Arbiter. Although out of power, the weight of its hand trapped Frisk beneath it. He uselessly struggled against it. Chara's body sat in the cockpit. She wasn't moving. Dacuel could tell she was gone.

He shook his head. What was the point of that? Chara could have just shot Frisk, but she had sacrificed herself to capture him. Now what? If they didn't tend to Frisk's wounds, he would die, but if they did heal him, there was no way they could keep him restrained. He was just too strong, and even if they could contain him, then what? Were people just going to forget what he did? Let him off with community service?

Dacuel drew his KARMA blaster and aimed it at Frisk's head. "Sorry, Chara, but we both know there's only one way this ends."

He fired. Frisk's face turned red with blood, and he stopped moving. His soul moved out of his chest and hovered in the air.

245 EXP

Only one thing left to do. Dacuel took out his phone, scanned Frisk's soul, and transferred it to dimensional storage. He also went to Cathleen's crushed body and harvested her soul, and her went to the pool of the blood that remained of Elara and took her soul as well. Reaping the souls of his dead friends. How... fun.

His stomach sank as he approached Everette's burned body... why had it come to this? Why had he chosen the wrong side? Syleth? Sure, he had always had a few screws loose, but Everette? Dacuel had thought he was more sensible than that. If he had just said 'no' to Cathleen, it wouldn't have ended like this. Dacuel would have made sure of that. If only...