The Final RESET

#1: Starting over again

They die. They restart. They get a little farther. Die. Restart. A few more seconds. Dead. Again. Dead again. Again. Again and again and again. They reach for the button again.

"Frisk." They turn around, and there Chara stands.

"What is it. Makes this quick" Chara takes a deep, cleansing breath and sighed softly.

"Frisk. Partner. We can't- You can't keep going on like this."

"And why can't I?" Frisk replies, giving Chara an almost investigator level look, raised eyebrow and all.

"Why? Why?! Because Frisk! They are people! People! Living beings with a conscious! Are you being serious right now?! Do you actually not feel any remorse for what you've done?! For what you're doing?!"

With a slight bounce of their shoulders, Frisk nonchalantly responds, "Why should I? They're the ones who attacked me first."

"You should feel bad because you had a choice! You chose to kill them because you don't bother trying to understand why they were attacking you!"

"There isn't a good reason to try and kill a child," Frisk lowers their voice.

"You!" Chara laughs, "You refuse to think outside of yourself, don't you?! You want to think you're the only one who matters! Surprise Frisk! You're not."

"Oh please! I don't have to hear this from you." They turn back around and press the button. They die again. Much faster than before. Alone with no voice to encourage them.

"Hey! What the hell was that?!" They whip around to glare seethingly at their 'partner'. Chara just stares back at them, arms crossed across their chest.

"Answer me!" They take a step towards the ghost.

"Why should I help you?" They reply blankly.

"Wha- Why?! Cause I need help! Are you just going to watch me die repeatedly?!"

"Perhaps I will. It depends on how long it will take for you to give up."

"Give- give up? That's what you're waiting for?! You are a sick person!"

"Oh really now?" Chara chuckles dryly, "I'm the sick one? If I remember correctly, you're the one who killed slightly over fifty people."

"A- but- that- That's not fair!" Frisk's eyes sting in frustration.

"Get over yourself, " Chara scoffs, "life isn't going to be fair. 'Specially to people like you."

"People like me?! At least my life's making an impact!" Frisk fumbles for ground in the argument.

"All you're doing is ruining people's lives! At least I died trying to do something good with myself!" Chara's eyes are beginning to become glossy, but Frisk didn't care.

Not one bit.

"Oh! And how did that work out, huh?! What good did you do with your pitiful death?!" Now they were just trying to hurt them. And it worked.

"I-" Chara's gaze begins to tremble.

"I..." They begin shaking.

"..." The ghost's hands get brought to their chest as the gates crack open.

At first, Frisk was proud.

They had won the argument.

But as Chara turns away from them, they feel a sense of... dread.

No, not quite. Guilt perhaps.

Frisk's eyes flicker between their most used option and their partner. With a bite of their lip and a sigh, they reach out and

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The buttercups smell so sweet in the spring, don't they?