Charisk with the Morning Dew

Chapter 7: Years Gone By

Chara's POV

 The anger bubbled inside of me like a tea kettle as I pushed the gas pedal as much as I dared on the snowy road to the skelebros' house. I didn't care that I had left Frisk at home, I didn't care that my stomach churned painfully, all I wanted was to wrap my hands around that stupid smiley trashbag's skeletal neck, and strangle him! My car screeched to a halt outside of the wooden building. I climbed out, nearly tripping on the seat belt, and I slammed the door behind me, so hard that the alarm went off, but I didn't stop.

I was fully aware that I was still in a tank-top and shorts in the middle of winter, but that was another of my lower priorities. I kicked the door open, and I heard a high-pitched voice shouting through the house. "AH!! WHERE ARE THE CANONS!?"

"Papyrus, where is your brother? I want a word with him." I said through clenched teeth as Sans' taller brother ran down the stairs, a look of fright on his face.

"Sans- went out... he didn't say where, but- are you okay human?" he said, huffing. I could feel warm, thick goo dripping from the corners of my mouth, and my eyes. "Human? W-what is that stuff?" Then without responding, I turned and stormed back out to my car.

I climbed in, and slammed the door again. This time, I didn't bother putting on my seat belt. A look in the side-view mirror told me that my face was, uh, "melting" again. (And by melting, I mean the black goo that trickles out of my face when I am angry enough, and that isn't very often.)

I jammed the key into the ignition, and gave it a hearty twist. The engine roared to life again as I stepped on the gas pedal, gliding the small car away from the skelebros' house. I searched my mind for any idea of where Sans would be, and turned up with nothing. I couldn't call anybody since he had my phone, (he did something so much more sinister than just steal it!)

I felt the black goo drip down my chin. It smelled deeply of buttercups. But there was no time to stop and smell the goo, I needed my phone back before Sans could do any more with it. But after racking my brain again, I turned up with nothing. I steered the car down a sharp turn, heading back to the apartment. I had no leads to go on, and it would be better to find out what I could at home instead of search every building in town.

Minutes later, turned the knob of apartment 605 (Me and Frisk's apartment), and shoved it open. I could hear Frisk in the kitchen,then came the sound of footsteps. A skeletal face leaned in from the kitchen, and spotted me. The goo was still dribbling down my front. "Oh! I see you took your time Chara!" said he, the short, skeletal man in the blue hoodie, Sans. "I guess I have something you want back? Well guess what?"

I felt the strange substance on my face heat up. "I'm calling the shots today. Don't think I don't remember the past timelines?" Then I spoke. "Sans, give me my phone. Those timelines were years ago, can't you-" "Can't I what?" Sans interrupted, stepping out of the kitchen and into the small entrance hall. "Can't I just forget about it? Can't I just let it go? No! I can't! You know how bad those memories are! Those memories? So bad I'm afraid of leaving Paps alone for too long! So bad, that every night, I wake up covered in sweat. Feeling lucky to be alive."

I felt loud, fast footsteps racing from the bedroom. Frisk appeared, her short, chestnut brown hair bobbing behind her. She ran over to me, with a startled look on her face. She grabbed my hands and started shaking her head. I knew what she wanted, but I wouldn't let her have it until I finished with Sans. But then, it would be too late. I jerked my hands away from Frisk and stepped around her. It didn't take long to shove her aside when she attempted to make a barrier between me and Sans.

Sans' eyes were now closed, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie like usual. His wide, toothy smile stood out on him. "Well Chara, I'm afraid I can't let all that stuff go. I'll let you prepare, but only for a few seconds. Just to make it fair."

I ran into the kitchen, and grabbed from the butcher block the largest and most sharpest knife there was. I returned to the entrance hall, where Frisk was whining as she tried to pull Sans out of the room. He wouldn't budge.

Automatically, the height difference between me and Sans made me feel more superior then I used to feel. When I was only a child. When Sans and I were the same height. "Are ya' ready?" he asked. And without awaiting a response, he whipped a hand from his coat pocket, and snapped his finger. A blue light was cast upon us, and I suddenly felt like I had been thrown down a deep abyss head first. Seconds later, we were in that place. The end corridor. The Judgment Hall, only nineteen years older. The orange and yellow floor tiles were chipped, same with the pillars. Light shown through the shattered, arch windows, and moss and ivy grew from the ceiling, and the cracks in the floor.

"Ya' know," Sans began saying. "After so many deaths, I would have wanted to get to the point. But it's been almost twenty years, so I might as well refresh the memory." I could feel my pulse around the knife as my cracked soul shone through my chest, and the hall turned black and white. Sans' blue jacket also lost color. Then, he began his favorite speech. The one he had said on every genocide timeline.

"It's a beautiful day outside..." the sun beaming through the windows proved it. "Birds are singing," he continued. "Flowers are blooming..." I began thinking of Flowey. He wouldn't care in the slightest that I was once again about to duel one of my greatest rivals. "On days like these, kids like you." I didn't think of myself as a kid, but compared to Sans, I definitely would. He opened his eyes, and his eyes were dark, and empty. "SHOULD BE BURNING IN HELL."

My heart skipped a beat as my former red, heart-shaped soul, turned blue, and Sans, with the flick of his wrist, flung me high into the air. I felt my hair graze against the moss. Then I fell back downward. I was slammed face first into the floor, and after hundreds of deaths in previous timelines, I knew what to do. I leaped into the air as Sans summoned hundreds of bones from under the floor vertically, all meant to impale me. The bones then retreated back into the ruins of the Judgment Hall floor as I landed back on my feet. Then, more white bones came flying in my direction. I ducked, I leaned left, I jumped, I leaned right, until the shower of bones receded. However Sans had another (not so) surprising trick. He summoned what appeared to be multiple giant skulls with sharp teeth, and horns. Then, they opened their jaws and fired a magical beam in my direction. The Gaster Blasters were another failed attempt at hitting me. Then Sans spoke again. "Here we go... once again."