Disbelief

The Final Reset

One child stood with no emotion on their face. Another stood in confusion, fear, and guilt. Ever since Frisk had gotten back on his feet, there was an eerie tension in the atmosphere. Aside from the lingering darkness that surrounded the two, there was also a hint of dread, suffering, sorrow, and every negative emotion in between. Chara couldn't shake off the feeling of someone, or something, watching him, stalking him. It felt as though he stood in the open gape of a monstrosity that was ready to snap shut at any second. He could almost feel the sharp teeth gnawing at his stiff muscles, or the slimy ooze that fell off his skin, or even the sharp, hot breath that flew by him every few seconds or so. Relatively speaking, none of these things existed, but in the darkness that surrounded the hall, he couldn't tell what was lurking inside, or if anything was lurking inside it at all. Once more, the feeling of being watched weighed heavily on his shoulders. Occassionaly, he would dart his eyes left or right to see if there were any signs of life in the impurity that cascaded over his vision of everything. Everything except Frisk. Chara then locked eyes with the emotionless, listless Frisk. He looked completely drained of everything, mentally and physically. There were evident marks all over his body, especially on the left side of his face. Claw marks, scratches, bruises, deep cuts from what could be assumed were caused from the fingernails be had before they fell off. It looked as though none of these seemed to bother him. Chara knew Frisk wasn't one to take pain well. Normally, he'd be crying over a small bruise on his knee from when he fell down hours after it happened.

However, there were no signs of that normal child anymore. His eyes were wide open now, a rare occurrence, and his body looked both limp and stiff. The eye that rapidly changed colors now settled on a dark blue color, much darker than Sans's. His right still remained the beautiful yellow color. The two children just stared at each other. Neither of them moved from their spot. From the darkness around them, Chara could only assume that Frisk wanted to engage in combat with him. However, he hadn't made a single move yet. Was he waiting for Chara? It was strange. Usually, the one who creates the battle area is the one who strikes first. Chara took the first step forward. The ground began to rumble ever-so-slightly before a thin, sharp bone pierced out of the floor where Chara's foot laid. Unable to react, the bone went straight through his left foot. He let out a scream before grabbing hold of the bone, painfully inching his foot up on the length and cutting off the portion under his foot. Holding back his whimpering, Chara quickly pulled out the rest of the bone. He looked over at Frisk and narrowed his eyes. There was no evidence that Frisk had moved at all. Usually, there would be an arm motion or gesture when attacking with magic. The wound around Chara's foot healed rather quickly as he cautiously inched towards Frisk. With each step, he focused on how the ground felt. He pushed all of his weight onto his feet so they could feel anything unusual, such as rumbling or if the ground felt uneven in footing.

After determining that he was close enough to Frisk, three feet away, Chara stopped moving and looked back up at the idle, motionless human. Both of Frisk's eyes were wide open, showing no emotion. Chara could even see his own reflection in them. It were as if Frisk's eyes were replaced with two large glass marbles. His lips were slightly parted and his gaze was focused somewhere above Chara. There was an occasional twitch from his fingers or his arms, but that was the only sign of movement. Chara held the knife tightly in his hand. Unlike with Sans, Papyrus, or even Gaster, Chara had an overwhelming feeling of despair and defeat. Something deep inside of him was constantly nagging at the back of his mind. It kept saying, no, screaming, that he should run. He should reset. However, due to his immense curiosity and slight concern, Chara refused to reset. He wanted to see this to the end. Resetting would be considered a last resort. Suddenly, Frisk's body began to slowly rock side to side. His lips pressed tightly against each other. His eyes narrowed and he looked directly at Chara. He opened both hands in front and looked down at them. There was a brief moment of silence as he continued to stare down at his hands. Frisk let out a quiet groan that fitted an animal on the verge of death. His right hand began to claw at his right eye. The sickening sound of flesh tearing apart filled the hallway to no end. First, it was quiet and subtle. As time passed, the noise grew louder and more violent. Finally, Frisk stopped. He simply closed his right eye and looked back at Chara with his dark blue left eye. His swaying stopped. Chara blinked once and Frisk suddenly vanished. Seeing this trick one too many times, he pivoted on his right heel and turned back to face Frisk. There he was, the same narrowed eyes staring back at him with the same emotional face.