Universe: Fellswap Gold
MC: Frisk
Genre: Angst
Warnings:
-OOC
-Barely edited
-Implied character death(s)
-Implied past violence
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Chara is staring at the ground, at Toriel's dust, tears in their eyes. Frisk can tell they're horrified, hysterical even, as pained sobs leave them.
How odd. Isn't this what they wanted? What they chose to put Frisk, themselves, and the monsters through? How can they cry as if they are the ones harmed? As if they didn't willingly grab that knife and step on the monsters dust?
'Why are you crying?'
The question pops up in front of Chara, a floating textbox only they and Frisk can see.
Chara only sobs again. Frisk hums and continues. They float in front of Chara, a gentle smile on their face as their hands ghost along Chara's cheeks, wordlessly imploring them to look at them. Another textbox pops up.
'You didn't do anything wrong, after all, did you?'
They've been saying that all along, repeating it in their mind and out loud, as if trying to convince themselves as much as they're convincing the world around them-
Now only if they'd believe in their own damned words, in their choice. Frisk can be very forgiving to those who accept their faults, their mistakes, their doings.
They hope Chara won't disappoint them.
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Fictober 2024
FanfictionA collection of fluff and angst! Fandom: Undertale (UTMV) The prompts are from @fictober-event over on tumblr. Cover art does not belong to me! It will be taken down if the original artist asks me to.
