Undertale after!

Chapter3

While Toriel was having her own little adventure, Frisk was dealing with her own issues. It was still here and still tormenting her,as per usual. But this time it felt different. It wasn't just pictures. She was the one doing the killing. She could feel the dust on her skin. The last thing any of them would see was her. Whatever red stuff came out of sans, covered her hands and arms. Warm and sticky. It was scary. The way papyrus told her he still believed in her. And how Asgore simply wanted to talk. It stung.

She gasped awake. Talking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. This should have felt easy. This was normal. But everytime felt like the first. As if it got worse and worse. So far she had found out the demon's name. Chara.

Chara popped up.Her form in the mirror sitting in the corner of Frisk's room, not fully real, "Ready to give up yet?" She asked.

"Never," said Frisk.

Chara sunk back into the shadows. As Frisk's body drifted back to her nightmares.More lifeless faces flashed across Frisk's mind. More pain. More suffering. It looked and felt wrong. About an hour later Frisk awoke. She wiped away a few tears. Her eyes felt puffy and she hadn't talked to anyone for days. Even her conversations with Toriel were shorter. Chara was still sitting in the mirror.

. . .

Frisk walked back to Ebott. A black hoodie covered her now pale skin. She stared at the ground. Frisk was officially looking like an emo. She knew the way to Ebott so well now, she didn't even need to look. Soon she climbed down into the hole and found Flowey. Both were incredibly happy to see the other. Both were incredibly lonely thanks to the circumstances. They continued to play some games, before lying on their backs, going back to the hole in the mountain, and cloud watching.

"Flowey."

"Ya?"

"You know the first human to fall down here?"

"Yes... what about her?"

"What was she like? Was she nice, mean, pretty?"

"Where did 'pretty' come from?"

" It was just an example! But I'd like to know more about her."

"Well... she was my older sister. She brought hope to everyone. Chara was my friend," Frisk shuttered at the name, Flowey didn't notice," She... really wanted to help the monsters, dying in the process. And yes, she was pretty. I never saw her as more than a sister though. She loved me, I know she did. Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious."

The two laid in silence. They stayed like that for a few hours.

"Hey Flowey."

"Yes."

"So, do you remember when I visited you for the first time, and you said I could ask my family if I could come, but to not tell Toriel. Well, If I completed one of those tasks, I would break the other. Toriel adopted me."

They sat for a minute.

"So... Does that mean... we're siblings?"

"Technically, yes."

He smiled and wrapped his vines around her in a hug, snuggling in.

"So, you're not mad?"

" Why would I be mad? Your awesome Frisk. And besides now I can be the older sibling."

"Ha, Ya, I guess you can. I have to go, bye"

"See ya."

As Frisk walked home as the sun started to set, barely even touching the horizon. She reached home. Sitting on her bed, almost being forced back into her sleeping state. When she looked around her there was pure black, and Chara, but not? She looked like she was fighting herself.