Determination (Discontinued)

Eleven

"Get the hell out of here if you want your li-!"

Frisk blinks ahead, catching glimpse of Chara. Chara stops her talking, looking to her left and to her right, patting herself down. She shakes a bit. Toriel looked the most confused, trying to understand what made Chara stop so abruptly. Asriel looked to Frisk, her eyes welling as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"Frisk you didn't-"

Frisk ran to Chara. She wrapped her arms around her lover's waist tightly. Chara only responded with only a few mutters here and there. Her crimson pupils looked to Frisk, soon tightening the embrace. "You idiot," Chara mutters. "You didn't have to RESET for me."

Frisk tightened her hug around Chara, making sure not to let her go. She's not planning on it anytime soon. But, to much dislike, she had to. Instead, Frisk reaches over, grabbing Chara's hand and gripping onto it, turning to everyone. "The AMC will be here within a few moments. We all need to escape." She glances to Chara. "Even you."

Chara nods only slightly, looking to her left. She takes a deep breath, returning the grip onto Frisk's hand and looking to everyone. "Alright! You heard the ambassador! Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

Toriel waves her arms for the occupants to follow behind her as she rushed to the back of the house and out of the back door. Doing so, Asriel nearly tripped on his own feet. Flowey sprouted a vine in front of him, pushing him up. "You aren't BREAKING my new flower pot!" He shouts, Flowey's voice becoming slightly distorted. Asriel laughs in response, balancing himself out and running behind Toriel once more.

Frisk grabbed onto Chara's hand, pulling her along. She didn't care if the AMC were on their way. She didn't care if her life was on the line. At this moment. She cared about getting Chara to safety. Losing her once hurt Frisk. Losing her again will break her heart. She wasn't ready for that. So she's doing what she can to bring her back to Mettaton's with the entire group.

Flowey glances back at everyone, groaning at their slowness. He sprouts his vines from the ground, wrapping them around the party of four. "We don't have the time to be slow today. WE NEED TO GO!" His face morphs. Looking to the group with a crooked smile as everyone fears a little for their lives, 

"Hang on."

It was then did he toss the party along with himself towards the mansion that would have taken approximately ten minutes to arrive, only to make it within a matter of seconds.

Toriel, Frisk, and Flowey were the lucky ones, landing comfortably in a bush. Chara and Asriel fell smack dead on the concrete, rolling onto the grass nearby.

"Well!" Flowey shouts, Frisk holding him up as she stands herself up as well, followed by Toriel. "That was fun, yes?"

Toriel and Frisk hold a dark glare towards Flowey as he laughs hesitantly, glancing over to the two unconscious bodies resting on the the cool grass, both of them struggling to get up. But Chara found the will to stand, rushing over to the group of three, taking the flower from Frisk and holding him like a football. "That was a DUMB MOVE, FLOWER!" Chara shouts, perfecting her stance, reeling her arm back, and tossing the flower back in the direction they all came. "FORE!" She shouts, standing correctly and holding her hand over her eyes glancing forward as she watches the flowerpot fly off, no longer seen.

The remaining four glanced ahead for a breif moment before Chara spoke up. "I think I made a touchdown." She claps her hands walking over to Asriel and helping him up, while in the moment, spits a bit of blood onto the pretty green grass. "Lets get inside, oui?"