Disbelief

Broken Reality

Chara hovered just a few inches off the ground. Both arms were held in place by multiple bones piercing the flesh. Frisk stood in front of Chara with his left eye open. His eye flashed three colors: purple, orange, and blue. The pair stood in silence. Chara had felt an uneasy feeling about Frisk the moment he obtained a new soul. It was as if this Frisk was a completely different person compared to his other runs. Previously, Frisk refused to hurt anyone and anything. He played the role of the "hero" of the Underground, freeing everyone on every run. Every run until Chara was sick of seeing all the same things and eventually became bored of it. Chara looked down at Frisk and put on his usual grin.

"Come on Frisk, are you really going to kill me? I know you don't have the heart to." Chara grinned wider. From his point of view, Frisk still looked like the innocent child, the eye he wielded being the exception. That one eye reminded him of Sans, anger and rage reflecting out so vividly that one look sent shivers down his back, or as Sans like to call it, "Sins". Even now, the blue color was the most dominant of the three. Frisk grabbed the chest of his sweater.

"I don't have the heart? Chara..." Frisk looked down and started to shake ever-so-slightly. Chara began to giggle. He knew Frisk couldn't do it. Chara would talk to him for a bit to calm him down. When Frisk lets him down, then he'll stab the kid right in his heart.

"Frisk, why don't you just let me down and we'll forget about all of this? I'll even let you res--" Chara was cut off from the sound of giggling. His grin quickly faded as he looked down at Frisk. Did Frisk break? Chara thought to himself. Just then, Frisk looked up at the demonic spirit with a genuine, malicious grin. Frisk's giggles turned into laughing.

"Chaaaara, because of you, I have the heart to kill. After all, we've been doing it for quite a while, partner." Frisk said. His voice sounded different. It sounded as if there was an echo behind with just the smallest of delay. It wasn't too drastic, but long enough to be noticed. Frisk let out a quiet sigh and grabbed hold of one of the bones he removed from Chara's body.

Before Chara knew what was coming, the bone had pierced his abdomen. Chara let out a loud grunt followed by a scream. Frisk stuck the bone in deep enough to where the end didn't completely penetrate Chara, but rather was inside of him. With a grin on his face and his eye flashing multiple colors, Frisk began to twist and tug the bone inside Chara, which only produced more screams. Chara could feel the inside of his body churn and move as more blood was practically being pulled out of him like a syringe. It stained his sweater and created a crimson puddle below him. He could feel his intestines and stomach move around and tear from the rough end of the bone. Chara soon fell short of breath and could only let out grunts. His throat became sore from all of the screaming and he didn't have the energy to resist anymore. His body was limp in the air as Frisk continued to play with his insides. The sickening sound of squishing filled the hallway back and forth. Eventually, Frisk stopped. He pulled out the object and watched as Chara's abdomen repaired itself after being covered in the black ooze.

"Hurts, doesn't it? Still want a body to take over? Do you like the pain, Chara? This is how humans interpret pain, except we can't regenerate. Wanna know how we cope with it? We die, Chara." Frisk said coldly, no hint of remorse for what he did to Chara. Chara looked up for only a second and saw that menacing eye Frisk sported. Frisk waved his hand in the air and in an instant, the bones compressed quickly. Both of Chara's arms were ripped off and he fell on the puddle of blood that was underneath him. His eyes widened and tears streamed down the sides of his face. If he could scream, he would have. However, Chara's vocal cords and throat were still hoarse and sore from the screaming beforehand. The arms reconnected several moments later, but the pain lingered.

Frisk looked down at Chara, his smile gone. All emotion gone. His face was blank and passive, but his eye sent out a different message. Chara could feel the aura of death around Frisk, the source coming from his left eye socket. All Chara needed to do was take out that source and he'd have a much easier time. It was the same thing with Sans. Chara figured it out after their fifth attempt at fighting him. So, with the second knife well hidden behind Frisk's possessed body, Chara engaged Sans with the intent on not killing him right off, but on taking out that eye of his. Eventually, it worked. Sans was powerless after that and swiftly died. Why he didn't use his other eye like Papyrus, Chara never knew.