Ugh. My head hurts. Like, properly hurts. It feels like it's been split in two. Ouch.
"Punk? Please say something Punk! C'mon Chara! It's been a hour, I counted, please say something..." God. Sans sounds desperate. But dear Goat Lord...
"Sans, do you mind being a bit quieter? My head is killing me." I whisper, but my voice doesn't crack or groan. I'm healing, clearly.
"uh.... sure... Uhm...." Sans envelopes me in a large, bony hug which causes me to groan loudly. I must be black and blue with bruises the way I feel.
"Punk, what happened? You were... screaming... the same words over and over. I was..." Sans doesn't finish his sentence, and I know why. He wasn't scared for me, he was scared for Frisk's body.
"It's okay Sans. I know what it's like to lose someone. You just want Frisk back. It's okay, honestly." I whisper strongly, my voice filled with determination.
And yet...
Usually by this point, after saying something that kind, they start talking. I can't hear them in the back of my head, screaming bloody murder (literally). What's going on?
"Sans...? Did anything happen when I was screaming?" I keep my voice steady. The eldest skeleton doesn't need to know how scared I am right now.
"Uh, I gotta admit Chara, there was this... thing. It looked like a melting SOUL and it was pitch black... it floated right out of your mouth as you were uh... Yelling... and then it faded away." Sans looks at me suspiciously, I guess he thinks it was my SOUL.
"Oh... so they really are gone then..."
"Who's 'they' Punk?" Sans growls.
"The... voices. In my head. They tell me who to kill and spare and... etcetera."
"And you only mention this NOW?" Sans' voice lowers an octave, but the volume increases, making him sound like a bass drum.
"It's fine. They're gone. They're probably going back to my body in the Underground. It's no big..." I stop, panic rising in my throat, also bringing bile up. I puke into a bowl that Sans hastily throws in front of me, and my body starts to shiver and swear.
"It's no big deal? Right?! Frisk will be fine yes? CHARA! TELL ME CHARA!" Sans is yelling now, his eye glowing blue, reminding me of our many fights in the Judgement Hall.
"Sans... Oh Dear... Sans... Frisk can't survive that... nobody can... it's deadly, it eats away at your SOUL until you bow to it's will... Sans, I don't think Frisk will last even a second if they decide to try to take her body... She'll begin killing monsters..." My stomach gurgles and I puke again into the bowl.
"No... Frisk will be fine. She's determined and strong and amazing. She'll be fine. SHE WILL!" Sans storms out the room, no doubt to go punch a wall or smash a plate...
Dear Lord, the timelines are fudged.
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Broken Timelines ✔️
FanfictionI WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 15/16 I'M REALLY SORRY LADS Chara is stuck in a spiral of Evil. Sans and Frisk are happily living on the Surface. The LOVE is gone, and replaced with love. All Gaster needs to do is interfere with a moment.
