Red Eyes [Chara X Reader]

11: Desire

I feel so tired. So very exhausted. I want to sleep. Just for a little while.

"[Y/n]!" 

Whose voice is that? 

"Please, [Y/n] stop!" 

I'm just trying to sleep. What's so wrong with that?

"You're hurting me..!" Whimpered the voice. 

Frisk's voice.

I'm hurting Frisk?  

No no no, I would never hurt Frisk.

I need to stop. I want to stop. 

My vision begins to clear. 

 A golden barrier surrounds me laced with cracks and holes. 

 Around that barrier is another, a red one that is beginning to crack. 

How are there barriers here? Why are there barriers here?

The only person that can make barriers is Frisk. 

Looking down I could see my living room littered with snapped bones. The shards littering the floor. 

Bones? Why are there bones in my living room? 

The sound of panting caught my attention and I raise my head toward the sound.  

There in front of me, behind both the barriers was an tired looking Sans. He's clutching his chest, out of breath.

"Sans?" I ask in a whisper. 

What's happening? None of this makes sense. I don't understand. 

My hands hurt.  My knuckles are bloodied and battered, like I'd been punching bricks. 

Looking closer at the barrier in front of me I could see the smears of blood covering it where Sans stood.

"W...What?" I stuttered as I began walking backwards away from him. 

Did I do this? That doesn't make sense, none of my magic is even close to strong enough to do anything like this. 

"[Y/n]?" Frisk asks softly, her voice full of hope.

 "I..." 

Slowly the memories begin to surface.

After he summoned that bone thing, Frisk tried to intervene and stopped him from attacking me. 

After that I...

The only thing I can remember is the overwhelming desire.

The desire to hurt him. 

The desire to kill him. 

I craved it. 

It was so intoxicating. Now It makes me feel sick.

                                                                                   Frisk

He stopped. After hours of constant attacking he finally stopped. 

"[Y/n]?" He was finally done attacking. Thank Asgore it's finally over. My barriers wouldn't have held much longer. 

"I..." He stared at his shaking and bloody hands.

He slumped to his knees.

Sans took a step forward. I could see the relief washing over his face. "Kid?" He asks through heavy breaths.