[Why can't I be happy?] Undertale x My hero Academy.

Time skip

A few years later (first pov)

(I'm still alive! This story will be updated every two weeks from now on—or whenever I have finished writing a chapter. Enjoy!)

After all the time I have spent in this strange world of power, hope, and goals, it gradually drew me towards a new beginning I never asked for-

Hope

I have always wondered if it was attainable or if it was simply a cloud of thunder waiting to strike me down where I stood. Is there any reason to be hopeful? Can I still have hope?

A journey worth taking, but it all starts with my first step toward my objectives. But it feels all-consuming, drawing me into a false ideal.

Does hope really exist? Or is it simply a means of coping with the feelings that haunt me every day?

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Chara pov:

I stared at the massive, brown gate. I had been instructed to come here after the writing exams, but looking around, everyone seemed rather strange. "Okay, start!" A loud voice came through the microphones, "What is wrong? There are no countdowns in real fights!"

He did not have to tell me twice; I booked it, not caring who the voice belonged to, because I was determined not to lose. 

  "Run, run!" from the mic man yelled.

I dashed through the gate and into the building-lined streets. Just as I was running, a fast-moving robot suddenly appeared in front of me. Shocked, I quickly raised my arm and formed a rock, which I slammed down onto the robot, shattering it into pieces. I didn't waste any time and quickly turned a corner just as another robot appeared. With a quick motion, I molded a bat and struck the robot in the legs, throwing off its balance. Jumping back, I watched as it began to fall. Without hesitation, I leaped up and destroyed its head before it hit the ground. 

As I moved forward, I noticed a messy green hair boy with black edges to his hair wearing Pe clothes, or whatever it looked like from my perspective. He was just standing there, points being stolen from him left and right. It was pretty sad.

"What are you doing? Move!" Frisk yelled at the boy before I took back control and slammed another robot, watching as my points doubled. I rushed forward, destroying two more robots, earning enough points to attend the school.

 Now assured of my victory, I suddenly stopped and quickly formed a chair, sitting down and leaning back to relax. I watched as people continued to run around, desperately trying to gain more points, but honestly, why gain more than you need? It is something I have never understood: each of them is identical to the player. They begin but refuse to stop until everything in their path has been destroyed.

"...."

Suddenly, the ground shook and my eyes narrowed. Was there a tremor? I wondered as I stood up from my chair, which vanished the moment I got up. I started walking towards the large robot approaching the town.

"Should I go take a look?"

I quickly dashing towards it as people frantically tried to escape. However, my eyes widened when I saw a girl trapped next to the robot, which was heading straight for her. Frisk took control and dashed towards the girl, snapping her fingers to conjure chains that entangled the robot's legs and body. Frisk grabbed the girl's hand, pulling her from the rumble. 

The chains pulled back, reversing the bot backwards. But just as Frisk was focused on helping the girl, she didn't notice the green-haired boy smashing the robot into pieces before collapsing. Realizing the boy was in danger of falling, Frisk quickly helped the trapped girl onto her feet, who miraculously managed to slap the boy at the last second, saving him from hitting the ground."

That signaled the end of the exam, as Frisk switched places with me once more, turning around and saying, "Thanks!" The girl's voice was soft, but I did not mind and began walking around, returning to where I saw the gate, eager to get home now that the exam had ended.

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Third pov:

Chara walked out the gate, her eyes locked onto a homeless man who was staring at her. He has long, messy black hair and tired, bloodshot eyes with visible dark circles underneath, giving him the appearance of being perpetually exhausted or "sleep-deprived," similar to those who slept on the street. Chara attempted to walk past him, but he moved right in front of her, causing her to stop. 

"Can I help you, homeless man?" Chara spoke with a narrow expression.

"Yes. I had to wonder what you were doing just lying back like that. In a real battle, you could've been seriously hurt." 

The homeless man remarked, his hand resting in his pocket as his eyes were locked onto Chara's.

"Oh! I would've been able to evade it if attacked. No worries. My quirk is manifestation. I have the ability to manifest whatever I imagine. But, especially given my goal of obtaining the necessary points to pass, is there any reason why I should go out of my way to obtain something that is not required of me?" Chara wondered.

"I see." 

That was all he said as he turned and walked off, leaving Chara completely confused. However, she shrugged it off and quickly left, heading back home