Chara X Frisk

Unmasked

Chara's POV
I curled up in the corner and closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. My mind was still fuzzy, but I still recognized them.
"Hold on..." One of them said.
"Chara?"
Orange turned quickly and snapped, "It can't be her! Chara is dead!" A few of them nodded or said "yeah!". "I saw them dropping her off in an alley. How could she have survived?"
I turned my head and examined all of them.
Oh lookie its the characters
Orange: Male. Looks like he could be a character in Street Fighter. Brown hair.
Yellow: Male. Looks like a cowboy. Dark blond.
Green: Male. Staring at me, wearing a stained apron. Black hair.
Light blue: Female. Currently pointing a strangely real looking plastic knife at me. Light brown hair.
Blue: Female. Wearing ballet shoes for no reason. Blonde.
Purple: Male. Holding a book, sitting on a nearby box. Black hair.
The examination is over
Somehow, they all had different coloured eyes. Their eyes all corresponded to a colour on the rainbow, but red was missing. I thought of my own red eyes, and wondered if it had anything to do with them.
While I was staring at them, they were still arguing.
Yellow fired at the wall without a bullet, and everyone fell silent.
"So, when are we taking her? She's a killer after a-"
He stared deep into my eyes, creepily.
After many seconds of uncomfortable silence, a walkie talkie started creating static buzzes. Purple picked it up and put it up to his ear.
"Hi bos-"
A familiar voice boomed out, causing Purple to move the walkie talkie away from his head.
"HEY! TAKE HER ALREADY! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"
"Okay.."
I heard a click, and I fainted from a hard punch.

I woke up, hallucinating everywhere. Look, a cat with vampire claws on its head! I was either dreaming or on drugs.
I hoped it was the former.
Six people were wrapped like burritos in rope on the ground, rolling around and singing with their mouthes being blurred.
I felt myself being thrown into a black foam pit, while I was giggling all the way. Oops! Someone accidentally back flipped on to me. Next thing I know, I'm in a mansion eating grapes off on sticks while people fanned me with leaves. Kittens were flying everywhere.
Then, I saw myself cut a steak with my favourite knife.
I felt this for maybe an hour before I randomly stopped.
Then I fell asleep. I think.

Mystery POV
"Hey, Chara," I said, my voice augmented to be more deep.
I shook her awake.
"Huh?"
"Good morning." I said, smiling behind my snowboarding goggles and one of those doctor masks.
"Who are you?"
"I'm afraid you already know that."
"What does that mean?"
"You'll see."

I left the room.

Frisk's POV
Chara's insane because of me.
I feel like our relationship's falling apart, piece by piece.
Did we really have a relationship in the first place?
I chuckled.
Probably not.

Chara's POV
Who was that?
Their tone was so familiar... The name was at the tip of my tongue.
That doesn't matter right now.
All that matters is the fact that I'm tied to a chair in the middle of a pure white room. There was a door in the corner which was white (obviously) with a golden handle.
It hurts my eyes so much.
The door opened to show one of the 6 teenagers.
This one was wearing broken glasses and holding a torn notebook.
"What's your name, age and occupation?"
I stared at him, wondering why he was asking me this.
"Uh, Chara, 23, unemployed."
The guy nodded, walked away and shut the door.
Great. Now I'm alone again.
Crreeaakk.
My eyes darted to the door yet again.

Mystery POV
"Who are you?" she aske.
I pulled out her knife.
"You just have to answer a few more questions."
She nodded.
"Alright. First, why are you so keen on finding out why Asriel died?"
She tensed up and stayed silent. I put my knife to her throat.
"Answer."
"Well.. He's my brother. That's it."
I sighed and lowered my knife.
"You're useless. Bye."
I got up to leave, but a hand grabbed my wrist.
What. I thought she was tied up?
With brute force, she slammed me into the ground while a chair still dangled off her body. She grabbed my knife and raised it up to my head. My mask.
No. Don't take it off. You can't know who I am!
Riip.!
Shit.