Disbelief

A Tainted Soul

Chara stared down at the "Continue" button in the abyss. His hand hovered over, but never pushed down. Frisk was whimpering on the ground behind Chara. His arms were still wrapped around his abdomen even though the pain had left. He wasn't so much in pain, but more so afraid of what Papyrus had become. When Frisk looked into Papyrus's orange and blue eyes, there was no sign of anything he was before now. He didn't have the kind and gentle look of someone who made spaghetti for a living. He didn't have the look of someone who was always loud and ambitious to catch a human. No, he was truly a cold-hearted, merciless monster now. The deeds that Frisk and Chara have done has changed the gentle skeleton Frisk once knew before all of this happened.

"C-chara.. I... I want to re--"

"Reset?" Chara finished for Frisk. "As if! This is the most fun I've had in AGES! If you're going to be a whiny little bitch, then I'll just use you as a meat shield." With that said, Chara finally pushed down on the button. They appeared at the entrance of the Judgement Hall once more. Chara-controlled-Frisk entered the hall. They met Papyrus once more. They fought against one another. The battle went exactly the same way it had gone before. They both exchanged blows, but none landed. Chara could read Papyrus's moves easier now. Then they left off where Papyrus had slain them. Chara turned around and parried the bone.

"You know.. You're just like your brother," Chara grabbed hold of the hidden bone Papyrus used to stab him in the previous run, "..predictable.". Chara had a massive and malicious grin on his face while Papyrus looked shocked that he was so easily read through. He dropped both bones and jumped back a few feet to gain some distance. Chara was too quick. He dashed forward and caught up to the skeleton. He swung his knife horizontally at Papyrus's exposed spine. The blade stopped right before it hit his spine. Chara noticed his heart was blue instead of red.

Even dead, Sans is still protecting you.. Chara was forced back from Papyrus, at least fifty or so feet, and slammed into the ground. It did no real damage, but took the wind right out of him. He gasped for air and wheezed as he attempted to stand.

"Human... Is your LV and EXP so high that you've transcended monster and human alike? Or..." Suddenly, everything went dark and the flaming pillars went out, "...have we done this before?" Chara stood and looked over at the skeleton.

"I don't know. Maybe we have, maybe we haven't. I'm not a god." Chara giggled at the last word. He began to wonder if Sans had left any sort of message for Papyrus. A message about timelines or even about the genocide run.

"Human Frisk..." He paused and looked over at where the windows would have been, "..It's a sunny day outside. The birds are chirping. Flowers are sprouting. On days like these, kids like you...shouldn't exist.."

"Yes, yes! Those words! I mean, they were different this time, but you almost said them exactly the same as Sans!" Chara almost burst with joy. He hadn't heard those words in such a long time. He held up his knife and grinned like a madman. Chara suddenly dashed forward with speed not even comparable to before. "Now it's MY turn to attack!" he yelled out before throwing out his knife. Papyrus narrowly dodged the blade that was hurled at him. The possessed human suddenly appeared right in front of Papyrus, a second knife in hand and ready to strike. Right before impact, Chara stopped. His entire body stopped. Papyrus was prepared to take the damage, but nothing came.

"W-what the hell?! Frisk, are you doing this?!" Chara yelled out in frustration. He had finally obtained an opportunity and wasn't about to let it be ruined by the runt he possessed.

"I.. I won't let you hurt Papyrus anymore..!" Frisk yelled back. He had somehow gotten a solid grasp on his own soul and managed to hold Chara back from finishing the blow. Chara fell on his back and started twisting and turning in agony. This was the same reaction Frisk had when Chara first took full control. Ripping apart someone's soul from their consciousness is not a pleasant feeling, and Chara is just now experiencing that. He's experiencing the pain he brought onto Frisk. His screams filled the darkness he and Papyrus stood in. Papyrus's eyes stopped glowing as he just stared down at the wriggling body on the ground. Chara was visibly in immense pain. He violently tugged and ripped the purple-striped blue sweater he wore, his screams continued to only get progressively louder and more broken, sweat covered his body, and most of all, Papyrus could see the small red heart above Chara's body violently shift from black to red.

Inside the abyss of Frisk's mind, he and Chara were struggling to hold control over the body. Frisk had somehow managed to wrestle Chara to the ground and pin him on the ground. However, Chara was much, much more experienced. He headbutted Frisk which caused them both to wince in pain and forced Frisk to lessen his grasp on Chara. He didn't miss this opportunity. Chara lunged forward and tackled Frisk to the ground. There was silence, then the sickening sound of snapping. Frisk yelled out in pure agony. His body arc'd and tears streamed down his cheeks. Chara held Frisk's broken right arm tightly and push on it further which make Frisk scream and cry harder. His voice began to break and crack from how hoarse it became. Frisk was quiet by nature and all of the screaming was becoming a burden on his throat. Chara used his free hand and jabbed it in his own chest. His arm was engulfed in a thick black liquid that crawled down his arm and dripped next to Frisk's head. Frisk had managed to calm himself down and degraded to a quiet whimper and sniffle. Chara began to slowly pull his arm out. When it was fully out, he was clutching the knife that had slain so many monsters. The knife that killed everyone he loved. Chara pushed it up against the child's neck. He pressed it against his skin so tightly yet restrained that he barely broke the skin and made only a small trickle of blood ooze down his neck. Frisk stopped resisting. He had lost this fight.

Chara stopped his pathetic show in front of Papyrus and was left with little air. He heaved and panted as he stood up on wobbly legs. Chara straightened himself out and picked up his knife. He looked down at the blade and saw his own reflection. He opened his eyes and saw his red iris stare back at him, below was his grin.

"Man, it feels good to be back. That kid really gave me a struggle. Now, where were we." Chara looked up and stared down Papyrus. Somehow, Chara had grown to be even more terrifying. There was a small glint in his eye that seemed to show just how much he hated the world. Papyrus swore that when he looked in those eyes, all he saw was death, despair, and fire. Both of the skeleton's eyes lit up again, one blue and one orange.

"I don't know what happened... But I assume you've won." Papyrus spoke quietly. His voice seemed more stern than before, more fierce even. "You also seem as though you're more dangerous compared to before.. I see that I must fight you seriously.. I said this before, and I say it again.. I'm really glad Sans isn't here.. He wouldn't think me as his brother if he saw me like this." There was only silence. Papyrus began to remove his gloves ever-so-slowly. "Human, do you want to know why I always wear these gloves? I doubt you do, but I'll explain it anyways.." He pulled off both gloves and showed them to Chara. "It's because..." Papyrus's scarf suddenly lit on fire and the armor he wore became engulfed in a combination of blue and orange. For once in Chara's life...he felt scared, terrified even. Papyrus's hands were red, blood-red. "..I've killed too many humans in the past..." A single tear fell down his cheek from his orange glowing eye. Chara swore he caught a glimpse of something, no someone, behind Papyrus cloaked in all black with a cracked skull.