Frisk's Pov:
I don't think I've ever ran so fast in my life. My feet barely touched the ground and my face felt numb from the cold night air. I barely brought anything...a dumb move,I think. The mountain was still far, but I kept running as fast as I could, getting more worried by the second. "CHAAARRAAAA!!!" I yelled for her, my heart pounds so fast I can hear it. I make it to the mountain and run up. Even more worried at what I'll find.
"....no..."
I heard charas voice ahead. I run to where I heard her. She's...on the phone?
"N-no...I don't regret it...but I'm just a demon anyw-"
I run to her and tackle her, pinning her to the ground.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? I WAS SO WORRIED!"
She looks at me surprised. I notice that black streaks have been dried to her face, most likely from earlier.
"I...I ..." Her voice cracks.
"DONT!,"I hug her tighter and start crying,"Don't...just don't..."
She looks emotionless, which scares me. I sit up and sit her up too.
"Don't run from us again...okay?"
She shakes her head and stands up. I let go of her and look at her.
"I have to do something.."
I look at her terrified. I jump up and hug her. Don't..don't do it...the thoughts repeat over and over in my mind. I don't want to RESET again...sans would be mad.
"Chara....why?"
Chara's Pov:
Chara...why?
I shake my head, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. I don't know why. I DONT KNOW! Demons arent allowed to leave but I did. I killed so many people...what's one more? I look at frisk. If I kill her...she'll RESET. If I jump and kill myself..well she'd probably do it anyways. I sigh.
"Babe.."
Frisk looks at me questionably. I run and jump down the hole that leads to what I used to call home. I look up at her as I fall. She looks horrified.
I'll see you soon,frisk.
My back hits the ground and then my head, knocking me unconscious.
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An Angels Love and A Demons Heart
ФанфикFrisk has freed the monsters...even saved the infamous demon,Chara. Although they helped the demon against their will, they hope to change their mind and help them be happy. What will have to happen? And what will become of them? ( art not mine, cre...