What Went Wrong?

Chapter 28

Then Alphys finally showed up. And told us the most devastating news I could have possible hoped to hear, "If you want to leave the Underground. You'll have to kill Asgore. I-I'm... I'm sorry!" She ran off bawling into her arm. She was out of sight fast and Frisk was left by the open elevator in shock.

Frisk mindlessly turned and stepped into the elevator. The door slowly closed and then they slid down the wall and erupted into tears. Their sobs destroyed the silence. It reminded me of the time when Toriel broken down after watching her son, my brother, Asriel disappear right in front of her.

I stared at Frisk while they were broken. They were bawling so hard, they cured into a ball. I was trying desperately to find the emotion. To feel sadness. To feel devastation. And then it dawned on me. I looked down. Maybe their smiles were fake, like mine in the beginning. Maybe their laughs are hesitated, like me. Maybe they are just like me. "I lived in the Underground for almost 15 years..." I said quietly. Frisk immediately stopped crying and looked up.

For a flash of a moment I saw Asriel there instead of Frisk. Asriel look the same as he did when I first died. His fur was matted down and his eyes were blood shot. Then I blinked again and it was just Frisk there, their hair was matted down and their eyes were bloodshot.
They sat there silently, waiting for more details. And I laughed and continued. I turned into a physical being so they could see me. I crafted my life into a story. And I told them that story.

I closed my eyes and tired to remember what my dad told me about the monsters long ago, and I recited it, "Long ago two races ruled over the Earth: humans and monsters. One day, war broke out between the two races. Monsters and humans both fought hard, this war, all knew it, meant life on the surface or locked away forever. After a long and death worthy battle the humans were victorious. The monsters ran away in fear. The humans have killed so many of them, that it was like trudging through a desert of monster dust to get to the mountain. They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell. They used the remaining magic from the fallen monsters dust to create a spell strong enough. Cruel people..." I paused for a moment to let it sink into Frisk's brain. They stared at me in awe. "That is what my dad told me a few days after I fell down into the Underground. Who is my dad, you might ask. It may come to a shock to you, but my dad... is Asgore and my mother... the most kindhearted monster in all of the Underground... is Toriel."

Frisk's eyes looked as if they could pop out of their skull with how wide they went. Their mouth dropped open in surprise and they again just stared at me in awe. So I continued, "But lets start from the very beginning. My name is Chara, Chara Dreemurr. My birth mother and father died in a tragic accident on the surface. Then I was sent off to an orphanage. This all happened around 1915. My entire orphanage was grenaded, everyone died but me. There were a few survivors but I stabbed them to death with my knife... there was no saving them. Mercy kills... anyway, soon enough I was adopted my two lovely parents. Although in December of 1918, my adoptive father died from the Spanish flu. My adoptive mother became an alcoholic and drank any liquor she could get her hands on. She would abuse me. Hurt me. Then my reputation significantly dropped and everyone in my village was out to destroy me in anyway they saw was fun. Calling me names, trying to stone me, cutting my hair and dumping acids into it. My dignity... and my will to live then... were non-existent. So a year later in 1919 mid December, my adoptive mother who was drunk, threw me out of the house, during a blizzard. I had no warmth... no coat, no mittens, no hat. Only the flour sack in my back. Yes, I wore a flour sack because my adoptive mother wouldn't buy me clothes. So during that blizzard, I climbed up Mt. Ebbot... found the abyss hole. And I decided that I didn't want to live anymore and I jumped in head first." I sighed. That was my first ever telling anyone my entire life story, from in the surface.