Sans has always been struggling with his nightmares about Chara, and accepting that Frisk won't ever reset the timeline again. And when something happens to Frisk, is Chara to blame?
Sans ran as fast as he could, constantly turning his head left and right to make sure he didn't miss anything else important. He knew that Frisk was around here somewhere. He just couldn't fucking find them, and it frustrated him. His left eyesocket was alight with pure fear, and his flames were hungrily wrapping themselves around the left side of his skull. Sans was on the verge of tears.
He had to find the kid.
He kept on running. He couldn't let anything happen to them, he just couldn't, he wouldn't allow it. He tore apart the trees in his way, destroyed anything that came in his path, making sure that nothing prevented him from finding Frisk. Panic was rising in Sans' body, causing his breathing to become uneven with fear, and all the while the fire being produced from his eyesocket was growing increasingly large and had now engulfed the majority of his skull.
Suddenly a deafening howl broke through the silence of the night, causing Sans to freeze. He waited in silence for a second howl to reach his ears.
Instead, he heard a scream. A high pitched, horrified, traumatised scream.
He knew who that scream belonged to.
Sans sprinted to the fastest of his ability. He weaved through the trees with ease, running faster and faster until he saw what he needed to find. He stared at the sight with horror.
In front of a dark, eerie cave, lay one of his gaster blasters. Thick lines of blue cytoplasm were pouring out from its eye, and the skeletons pet was whining in pain. In its eye, Sans noticed that there was a deep cut engraved all the way through it. It looked like it was caused by the swift strike of a knife.
Her knife.
Sans quickly attempted to heal the gaster blaster with his magic, and it managed to help the wound stop bleeding. Sans gave his pet a quick but gentle pat on the head, and opened the entrance to the void, in which the tired out gaster blaster weakly flew into willingly.
He then looked into the cave with caution, and squinted. He was able to see a soft, crimson glow emitting from the back of the cave. He didn't have a good feeling about this... Silently, he teleported to where the light was coming from, and stared in shock.
On the cave floor, on their back, laid Frisk, with tears streaming down their face in pain and fear. They gripped onto the middle of their chest, and screamed when it looked like, to Sans, that their soul had been literally ripped from their body. Frisk's soul was represented by a small, red love heart, and Sans was able to make out that the soul was cracked. Damaged. Right now, it was fragile, and Sans knew all too well that it wouldn't take much of an attack to destroy Frisk's soul and kill them.
The skeleton was about to step out of the shadows when he saw a dark, blood red glow emit through the cracks of the kid's soul, and a menacing laugh echoed around the darkness of the cave. There was a dark flash, and next to Frisk's trembling body stood something terrifying. Something horrifying. An image that would send shivers down Sans' spine, and make Frisk whimper for mercy.
CHARA.
Chara wasn't in the true form of a human body. They took the form as a slightly transparent, ghost-looking demon, who was coloured in a bright, menacing red, and no other colour seemed to be present. Their eyes were like daggers. They contained a dangerous gleam that made Chara look ready to KILL.
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They towered over Frisk's shaking body, and cackled. Their creepy laugh caused Frisk to get goosebumps, and Chara relished that they could have such a powerful impact towards people just by their appearance. They grabbed hold of the crying child's soul, and smiled in a way that would give you nightmares. Chara chuckled to themselves before looking at Frisk, and Chara placed one of their feet on Frisk's chest, and opened their mouth to speak. "Oh Frisky... What am I going to do with you..." They sighed "Because of you, that silly little excuse of a beast is dying outside, and it will never see the light of day again. Don't you see, Frisk? We are the same person. I didn't force you to give me your control... You simply gave in to me for a while, just like you said you would in your dream last night, right?" Frisk shook their head, more tears starting to fall down their already stained cheeks. Sans' anger was already almost at its peak. He needed to kill that piece of shit, fast. "No? Oh dear, little Frisk... You're the one who ran away! Who were you trying to run away from, hmmm?" Chara forced their foot down more onto Frisk's chest, and Frisk let out a cry of pain. "Was it me, Frisky? Hahaha... Did you really think... YOU COULD ESCAPE ME?!" Chara let out a horrifying, evil laugh. And Sans couldn't hold himself back anymore. In a flash, right before Chara was about to crush Frisk's tattered soul, Sans summoned another gaster blaster and incinerated the demonic child without any hesitation. Nothing was remaining of Chara, but Sans couldn't calm down.
He rushed over to Frisk's lying body, and saw that the kid had passed out, due to exhaustion. Sans gently picked up the child and prepared himself to teleport to Toriel and Asgore's house. They could heal Frisk better than he could.
And he swore to God, when that kid wakes up, he's getting some answers.
