The Scratch [An Undertale Fanfic]

Chapter 1~ a new beginning

Chara's POV

I chuckled slightly as I saw all the things we have caused.

It was absolutely marvelous.

"I can't wait to do that again, parther!" I cheerfully annouced, facing towards frisk.

Frisk sighed deeply, but nodded in agreement.

A tiny but sad smile formed about her face, signaling that something was wrong.

"Is something wrong...?" I questioned.

She hastly shook her head 'no', turning her face to me.

Stained bound with stinking wounds glowed in the light that shined upon her face.

I grinned evily, "good."

The screen suddenly turned from our dead victims to the reset and save screen.

Before she could even move, I pressed the reset button for her, hoping for another round of killing.

Light flashed around us, consuming us into its blank atmosphere.

We pondered in the bright light for quite some time, intill we both fell into the fresh patch of yellow flowers, like last time.

I quickly got up onto my feet and helped Frisk up, "there's not much time frisk! Let's go!"

Frisk sighed, once again, and gradually got up from her fallen position.

I interwined her fingers into mine as I rushed along the black halls to where we would meet flowey.

As we got closer, I started to notice a small patch of glass with a circle-shaped dim light shining over it.

Once we got there, I realized something was wrong.

Flowey was not here.

I repeat, Flowey was not here!

My eyes widen with curiousity as the thought began to soak in.

I wondered where the greedy flower went off to, but I didn't have any sort of clue where the guy went.

Frisk and I had never come across this sort of glitch in any of our sessions, not even the 4th one!

I stood there for a bit more, wondering what could of caused my old pal to vanish like that.

Suddenly, the roaring stomps of a anger monster rang through my sensitive ears.

I quickly covered them, trying to block out the noise, but it was not use.

The stomping grew louder and louder intill the goat kid himself appeared in his final form.

That's right, Asriel Dreemurr.

"You..." he stated, a low growl following.

"W-what have y-you done...?" He stuttered in a curious tone.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" He began to yell, his body parts beginning to glitch.

"Our game session is now a g-glitch because of your r-rash behavior! A-and there's not r-reseting this m-mistake!" He stated with worry in his eyes.

My eyes widen as I began to start worrying.

Was he serious?

Was he actually serious?

I couldn't tell, but I had a deep feeling he was.

And that's not a good thing.

He let tears fall from his eye ducts as if it was a waterfall begin blocked by thousands of ancient rocks.

"Y-you..." he continued, lowering his voice almost to a whisper.

"You c-caused the scratch."

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The scratch?

I didn't know what 'the scratch' was, but it didn't sound good.

Not good at all.