The House of Undertale AUs

Chapter 27

US Chara's POV:

I scowled at original Chara. We were at the living room of the house. Original Chara was sitting on the couch, amusingly staring at me. "What did the monsters do to deserve a kind of a killer like you?" I asked.

The original Chara grinned. "It's fun! And, there are people—and skeletons like smiley trashbags—that are needed to be turned into dust."

"Your Sans isn't that bad, he's just like my Papyrus," I argued. "They aren't mean and they don't try to kill. They just want things to be better for all of the monsters' lives."

Original Chara started to laugh and his face turned scary, like how my Frisk would do, with what looked like black paint running down his eyes and his creepy smile. "US Chara, you are already like me. Look at me, then look at you. See something familiar? You should. Because... I am you, and you are me."

"No!" I screamed. "I'm not like you! I don't kill monsters! I'm not like... I'm not like you..." I started to cry. Chara grinned and I ran away, scared and frighten.

"If you come to your senses, then come to me! I got plenty of knives!" Chara called out to me, which made me run even faster to my room.

I burst into my room and flopped onto my bed, crying. I hugged the blankets and hurried myself deeper into it until I was sure no one could hear me.

"Umm... Chara?" I heard a voice. US Papyrus. I didn't want him here now! "Are you okay? What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I muffled a response with my blankets, hoping that he'll take the hint and go away.

"It doesn't sound like nothing," Papyrus mumbled and before I knew it, I was lifted out of my blankets. My heart was orange and an orange aura surrounded me.

"Papyrus!" I yelped. "Put me down!"

Papyrus eyed me for a couple of moments. "Why were you crying?" he finally asked.

"None of your business," I hissed out, then flinched at my own words. Was I really becoming like Original Chara? Was I becoming like my world's Frisk?

"Hey, kid. Stop your crying," Papyrus' voice cut through my thoughts. I realized that I was crying again. "Tell me what's going on." He sat down at the edge of my bed gently floated me onto his lap.

I shook my head and kept quiet. Papyrus sighed. "If I tell you a joke, would you tell me?" I shook my head.

Papyrus sighed again. "Chara, just tell me what's wrong."

I whimpered. "I... think... I think that I'm becoming like Frisk," I quietly sobbed.

Papyrus looked at me in shock. "Why would you ever think like that?!"

"Original Chara said so."

Papyrus stayed silent for few seconds. Then, he pulled me closer to his chest. I was still with surprisement. Why did I feel so... calm and comfortable with Papyrus next to me?

"Chara, why did you listen to him? You're not like him, you're like Original Frisk," Papyrus whispered in my ear while hugging me close to him. "You won't become a killer, you're a good person. I'll kill myself if that statement is wrong."

I made a weak laugh. "Who'll take care of Sans and me if you're dead?"

"Well... Queen Toriel or Asgore can take care of Sans easily," Papyrus answered. "But... you are a very special case."

"I'm not that special," I argued.

"But you are to me~," Papyrus snuggled me more near him. I blushed deeply, thankful that my face was hidden in Papyrus' orange jacket.