Control - Sans x Frisk (Undertale)

| Chapter 4 - The Truth |

Frisk looked up at Sans, tears drowning her eyes, until they escaped down her cheeks. "I-I.." She stuttered, before being pulled into a warm embrace. Her eyes widened, before she continued to cry into Sans hoody. Usually, he'd mind as he didn't really like his hoody getting wet and possibly dirty, but today is different. Frisk was distraught, and he wanted to be there for her.

After several minutes of crying, Frisk pulled away, her eyes red. Yet... She was smiling. Sans blushed a little but looked away, trying to avoid Frisks gaze.
"I guess I should tell you, huh?" She chuckled. Sans nodded, and sat down, listening to what she had to say.

"Basically, ever since we came back to the surface, things were different... My classmates started calling me names. They'd call me a freak, monster, weirdo, loser, etc. Some would even tell me to return back to the Underground and never come back. Heh, some even told me to kill myself," She sighed a little. 

"However, I kept going - obviously. I'd sometimes go to school with threats on my desk, letters saying how pathetic I am. Hell, I'd sometimes even get beat up or something. But... That's just at school." She paused, about to open her mouth but closed it again before she said anything else.

"What do you mean, 'just at school'?" Sans questioned, both shocked and concerned for her. Frisk shook her head. "No, it doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does."

"It doesn't." 

"Please - it's making you upset."

"I don't want to talk about it..." 

Sans sighed, and pulled her in for another hug. "Look, kiddo. You're making me worry down to the bone. I don't want to pressure you into telling me something that you don't want to talk about, but please remember that I'm here for you. Everyone is. You're not alone." He reassured her, rubbing her back as he embraced the small human. He felt like he should of known that this has been going on, but he didn't. He was pissed off at those bastards. 

Frisk looked up at him, and smiled, thanking him. He pulled away, and they just sat there in silence, only the birds to be heard in the background. Frisk sighed, before standing up, grabbing a hold of her bag. "I'm heading home." she said, before walking away. Sans watched her leave, frowning. He knew something was up, but couldn't quite figure out what.

"Heh, so he finally said something so sincere?  Do you actually believe it though?  I wouldn't - remember when he tried to kill you?" Chara retorted inside her mind, her voice slightly low. Frisk ignored her - she didn't want to talk to her. She didn't want to talk to anyone. 

"Hey, answer me. You can't isolate yourself from me forever."  The voice informed her, but Frisk continued to ignore her. She started to run home, running by Papyrus's concerned face as he looked out of the window. Probably making spaghetti again. 

She got went inside her house, slamming the door shut behind her. She wanted to tell Sans, but never had the courage. To be honest, she was scared. What if Chara managed to take over her, killing Sans? She didn't want to live with the idea of some monster living inside her mind. She just wanted to live a normal life.

Frisk sighed, and stumbled into the kitchen, pouring herself a warm, cup of tea. Asgore gave her... a lot of teabags, even though she wasn't a huge fan of the stuff, but still drunk it anyway. She looked up from her cup, to see a demonic face, staring at her with soulless eyes, causing her flinch.

This unknown creature that stared at her had dark, hollow eyes, as well as a pale face with rosy cheeks. It wore a green striped sweater - similar to what Frisk usually would wear - except it was covered in rips and blood. In it's hand, it held a knife, which was covered in blood and a bit of dust. Frisk looked back up at the demon, until it's eyes had a weird, bleeding effect. It begun to smile. 

"It's nice to talk to you in person, isn't it?" it spoke. 

It was Chara. 

Frisk panicked, and stepped back, dropping her cup which smashed into tiny, little pieces. "H-How?" She stuttered, shaking slightly. Chara laughed, her mouth looked like it was going to rip at the sides. 

"I'm not able to touch you. In fact, if anyone saw you talking to me right now, they'd think you're going crazy. You're the only one who can see me right now, so I suggest you be careful when I am in this 'form', if you'd call it that. I'm only able to be here for a few minutes, but since you're depressed right now," she stepped closer to the terrified human, before opening her mouth with a creepy expression on her face. 

"Which makes it easier to be like this. If you keep up with these emotions, I'll be the one in control. And no one would be able to save you."