Hopeless Tales (An Undertale AU)

Dreemurr Reborn 1: My Childhood...

* NOTE: This is Chara's POV.
These secondary pov chapters take up Chapters 16-21. It is 70% optional to read, so if you're here for the fluff/romance and not the lore, skip to Chapter 21.

2 Months After Y/N's authority: July 8th, 2022

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My soul... it... returned? That's not right...

I'm not alive. I'm nothing in this world. Anything but alive...
But luckily I can remember my past...

It's been far too long since that plan Az and I pulled wasn't the greatest. I've been trapped inside this hivemind long as I can remember. I didn't see the afterlife, but instead, trapped inside this place named 'The Paradigm'. Speaking to myself and looking around at the nothing but white bedroom I'd been kept locked inside for ages, their only plan was to drive me to the edge and end it all. But their attempt to push me to insanity...
Only caused me to forget the importance of people around me. But then again, I need to leave, and I know just the way.

I looked over at the knife on the stand and wobbly got out of my bed, approaching it. I picked it up then cut my wrist a little and raised it up to the scanner to fool it. It didn't work, and it didn't hurt, so I cut a gash on my arm and raised it up again. That didn't hurt either. The doors clicked, signalling it was unlocked for my "body" to be removed soon.
I ripped off a portion of my sweater and wrapped it over the gash, then tied it.

It's okay. I didn't have to suffer all these years for nothing. My parents had always looked down on me and forgotten my existence. Pain isn't a factor anymore.
Which is why I had ran away, in attempt to get away from humanity- I had no one to speak to all those years. Oh-that reminds me of Az. He must be lonely too in the Underground without ame. That's one thing The Paradigm tried to get rid of. Now that my soul is here, I can feel those fond memories returning to my mind.
However I-

I heard something clink onto the floor, interrupting my thoughts. Looking down, it was just the knife.

Fuck everything, I need to get the hell out of here!

I quickly stumbled over to the closet and forced it open, seeing the dusty sweater, the golden heart necklace, and the boots I had worn as a child. Most of all... there was colors...!

That made my heart ache in aggression, and I fell to my knees as water began trailing down my cheeks. Tears... it's been far too long since I've felt these before.

Get out, get out! I reminded myself.

I pocketed the knife and wiped my tears away then kept my composure, snatching the heart necklace and putting it on. I got off the marble floor and opened the door to see what would be waiting for me...

Nothing but the plain room of a mattress and frame. It looked nice, but in truth, it was horrible. It wasn't soft or hard, but it surely was uncomfy. If I can remember, there are small stab holes in my mattress ever since I was a kid.

I stepped out the door and felt the carpet of my room for the first time in many years, and I could feel the little emotions I had in my heart... just drain away again...
Looking around, I let out a sigh of relief as I noticed there was no colors, just black and grey. However, something odd caught my eye. The same sweater I had worn, someone had recreated it for me. It doesn't matter who made it, as long as I can feel that nostalgia again...

I replaced the sweater I had worn with the new one. Then the white sweater seemingly disappeared into the ground. As I sat on my bed, hoping to remember what I was going to do, I heard the door open.

"Why are you making so much damn noise?!" A lady yelled. I can't see her face, it's too blurry... and don't have courage for eye contact...
Her voice... I know her, but I just can't remember... who she is...

"I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean to!" I instinctively apologized.

"Don't raise your fucking voice! You got two more chances, bitch.
Your grandmother thrifted some clothes for you, so you better be fucking glad, you worthless shit." She tossed two white large bags at me, one of them almost hit me in the head. She slammed the door afterwards, mouthing a curse.

"Fuck is her problem..." I mumbled.

I slowly pushed the bags on the floor and looked inside. There actually was some very nice clothes. What caught my eye the most was a delicate pair of brown pants. I opened a box, and found some nice boots, which greatly reminded me of my childhood...

I managed to hold tears back as I noticed a white thin rectangle inside one of the boots. "For my wonderful granddaughter," it read. A compliment...? Thanks.

I waited to see if the lady would return to give me instructions, but after a few, I realized it's for me to read on my own. I carefully opened it, trying to not make any noise possible. I used my cover silence the crumbling, and after realizing it was flat, I slid it out and began reading.

"Dear My Wonderful Granddaughter,

Is everything okay? You haven't been leaving your room. It's been four years since I've last seen you, dear. I tried checking up on you every month, but your stubborn mother wouldn't cooperate. Everytime I talked to her about you, she always says you're sleeping, sick, and unable to go out. I talked to her about your education life, but she tells me she's got your homeschooling taken care of. So to show you how much I love you, take this. Your mother only allows thrifted clothes and nonsense, so I lied to get this to you. You're the grandchild I asked for, so I want to show all the love I can for her.

Your Grandmother,
Savannah."

I...

I'm loved...?

I began crying, but to prevent any noise, I covered my mouth to muffle the sobs. My heart began aching again.

It felt like forever... the world was seemingly melting away as I could slowly feeling the water in my eyes just drying up completely...
Azzy... I miss you... and the monsters...

My childhood...
It shouldn't have been this way, never...