Undertales [DISCONTINUED]

In Ruin

A chapter from a scrapped fanfic. Enjoy.
(There's also another long chapter heading your way. Keep an eyesocket out!)

Past me's notes:

Here we go.
(And yes I know there's mediocre writing I DO WHAT I WANT MOM.)

Also sorry the dialogue isn't completely accurate. I have bad memory. :V

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When Frisk woke up, she realized something was terribly wrong. Though she couldn't quite place her finger on why.

Maybe it was because her body felt smaller somehow. Maybe it was because she smelled like she hadn't taken a shower in weeks. Or maybe it was because she had woken up in a bed of golden flowers and she HADN'T RESET.

Yeah; that was probably it.

Frisk shot up from her position and looked around. No. No no. Oh no no no no. No. What was happening? Why was she back in the Underground? She had saved everyone, right? They had gotten their happy ending, right?

"C-Chara." She rasped out in desperation. Her voice sounded terrible-- even quieter than her normal whisper, and crackly from dehydration.

"I'm here."

Frisk trembled with relief. At least she wasn't alone. She took a deep breath and composed herself.

"Chara. What happened?"

A dismissive "hmm" sounded in her head. It was an echoey noise, and it made Frisk feel somewhat offended. Her head was NOT that empty.

"Are you listening?"

"What?"

"I said I didn't know. You didn't press RESET, and neither did I. I don't even have physical being."

Well. That confirmed one thing.

"Can you take shape?"

"I think so."

A minute passed, though it felt agonizingly long to Frisk. Then, a small, translucent blob appeared in front of her very eyes, and slowly was getting bigger.

Chara was lucky; they didn't look like they had been running from a pack of wolves. Frisk pushed herself onto her feet somewhat unsteadily, groaning from the stiffness of her joints.

"You look terrible."

She frowned. "That was mean."

"Whoops."

Frisk decided to ignore their not-even-an-apology and huffed. "What do we do, Chara? Obviously something is wrong."

The apparition in front of her hummed in thought once again. "We should... just keep going, I guess. We can't fix something we don't even know the cause of."

Frisk ran her hands through her uneven hair in a nervous gesture. "But..." Something clearly didn't sit well with her.

"S'not like you have any ideas, protagonist. Either you do something, or we're stuck here forever."