Mission Tale II: Shattered Mirrors

Chara: His Name Is. . .

"How long have you've known Kiliano?"

There was a tense silence filling the room, my father looks up at me, confusion in his eyes while he stood up in the loveseat.

"I known about him since we revealed his identity months ago."

"Bullshit. What is this?" I place the small box on the coffee table, from there, his eyes dimmed slightly, holding onto his cup of tea as he let out a small sigh.

"Where did you find that?"

"Why does it matter? Why have you been hiding this from me?"

"It was to keep you safe. . ."

I couldn't help but chuckle from his answer,

"Keep me safe? From who?! My own brother?!"

"I couldn't let him around you and Asriel. . . he wasn't stable. . . he attacked many innocent civilians even before he became Fallon. I didn't want to put my children at risk with him."

". . . What do you mean that 'He wasn't stable'?"

". . . Before he became Fallon, he wasn't as nice as he seemed from those letters. . "

From there, my father described Kiliano's criminal record; DUI, breaking and entering, assault, attempted murder, you name it. . as well as Kiliano starting the business way before I turned nineteen anyways, I couldn't help but wonder, why did he address his full name to my father if he wanted to keep his identity a secret. . ?

Frisk's father died when she was ten. . . and I was twelve at the time. When Kiliano was lettering my father it was years way after he has started his little run as being Fallon. . . there is no coincidence to this. . 

Dad knew Fallon's identity this entire time. . . 

"You knew. . . "

"Knew? Knew what, Chara?"

"You knew that Kiliano was Fallon all this time. . ."

My dad's eyes went wide. His mouth parting to say something before I then interrupted him. 

"How long did you know? Did you know before Sans died? Did you know way before Frisk was jumped by those guys? Hell, did you sent them out to her?!"

"I would never do such a thing, Chara."

"Bullshit! Quit lying to me!"

He stayed silent, a serious look on his face as he started.

"Maybe your motive was to kill Frisk. . . so that she wouldn't find out what sick shit you and my brother has been doing. . . psh. . . I don't know who's worst. . . you or him."

It seems as if he was speechless, as it can be either because it was the craziest assumption that I have ever made about him. . . or that I was right.

"It is true. . ." He let out, standing up from his seat before continuing, "I knew Kiliano. . . for a while, as well as his profession of the samples. However, I would never want to harm Frisk, or Sans. . . Kiliano made a sample of science that no other scientist could get their hands onto. So. . I decided to see what he has done to make such samples of the buttercups by entering his hide out. Of course, I didn't know what he was going to do with those samples, but I found them fascinating. If I would have known that he was going to use it for such harmful intent, I would have immediately got help on taking them away from him."