My Guardian Angel [Chara x Reader]

A Life Gone By

Chara stood before the massive doors, the glow from the judgment corridor warming her back. It felt like ages had gone by; she couldn't for the life of her remember her first time here, in the underground. Nor could she pick out what happened before then. What kind of a life did she have? Who did she know? The monsters she killed seemed familiar. There was always a tug at the edge of her mind whenever she encountered them. It was a feeling that she ignored for the past who knows how long. She didn't know if it held any significance or was just a product of her time here.

She pressed her hands against the wooden door accentuated by gold. Chara took a moment to steady her thoughts and shut her eyes. Everything felt jumbled after that fight, like her organs had been turned inside out then back again only to be torn apart and remade.

The grain of the doors pressed back against her hand as if it was trying to tell her its own story. Grooves and swirls raced to and fro, bumping into each other as they went along. The gold trim shaped in vines, leaves, and four-petaled flowers crept along the sides of the doors, highlighting the beauty of such a simple design.

She didn't know where this was going to lead. The "end" was a vague destination that she created to justify her actions, but now that thought about it, she couldn't even be sure what was going to happen after. Maybe the world just fades to black, nothingness consuming the rest of the barren place. Maybe she wakes up, finding that it was all a bad dream, orchestrated by a dream god in need of nightmares. Maybe she returns to the beginning, forgetting everything that has happened prior, doomed to perpetuate this cycle forever.

Chara sincerely hoped that the last one was just wild speculation on her part. She couldn't bear knowing that she excused herself of her sins with something that was never real in the first place. To find out that all those times she eradicated the underground were for naught, that her actions didn't change anything, and that she was to be returned to the beginning of a never-ending hell was a tormenting thought, something she rather not think about.

She took a deep breath in. It was not time to worry about her empty past or stricken future.

All she has is "now", her name, and her sins.

Chara pushed the doors open. They groaned in complaint as they swung open to the Throne Room.

Yellow flowers covered the majority of the ground, light reflecting off of their petals. Lush patches of vines and grasses hid in the shadows and corners, budding flowers resting amidst the scenery. One main grey path stretched down the middle, made of similar materials to the dull walls seen before. It led straight to the throne, purple cushions and golden armrests gave the rest of the room air of royalty. It was fit for a king.

Speaking of which, the highly regarded Asgore was nowhere to be seen. Chara expected that he would be here, waiting for her after what she had done. It was strange. The room stood in perpetuity, a still piece of arm swaying in the wind.

She stepped forward, and the flowers around her seemed to bow their heads as she passed by.

There was a watering can discarded nearby, toppled over. Water was splattered precariously around, wetting the grey path and beading up on the petals of the yellow flowers.

"Well, well, well~"

A screeching voice cut through the serenity. Chara froze and spun around quickly. That mocking tone and malicious voice was one she knew all too well. Flowey, his creepy grin on full display as he laughed to himself.

"Little bird is all grown up now aren't cha? Finally learned how to fly?" He let out another hideous cackle.

"Honestly, I have to thank you. Without you distracting that comedian, I would have never been able to sneak up on the old man. Hehe, he didn't stand a chance! You should have seen his face when he turned to dust!"