Undertale: Believer

The Beginning

((Chara identifies as a female in this))

Part 1A

"... ok dad... I won't do it again." Chara said as she looked down, away from her father, his blonde hair was pulled back in a Ivy League cut "Ugh... fine." The Father was fuming, Chara had once again snuck out to the village, he tried to tell her what she was risking, but she ignored him.

'I can't take this anymore' she thought to herself, so she thought long and hard of what to do, and later that night, she put her plan into action. "Huff... huff..." she panted lightly from fright, and opened the lock on the window, she wore a light brown coat with her green and yellow striped shirt.

Her arms trembled as she left a note in her mothers house, having had a spare key, explaining what she was doing... She explained how sorry she was, and she hoped one day she would see her again.

"O-okay... I gotta get moving now" she wiped a tear as she planted a kiss on the heads of her sleeping Mother and Step-Mother. "I love you guys" and with not another word, she set off for Mount Ebott.

                              Part 1B

Chara walked down the dusty trail on the way to the next town, on her way to the mountain, she spotted a store, she walked in, and fished some money from her pocket "Is this enough for a canteen of water and some bread..?" the Shopkeeper sighed and nodded "You're a bit short, but I'll cover the few cents you would owe..." she smiled softly and put the money on the counter "thank you so much sir!" He chuckled softly and nodded and handed her the canteen and fresh bread, wrapped in a soft white silky towel.

She had continued down the road, through the town, and went down a secluded path, after the road had cut off. 'I am so tired...' she thought, and sat in a small area under a large area of foliage, and set up a small tent under it, as she set it up, something a bit shiny caught her eye "huh?" a smallish kitchen knife with a wooden handle and some rust "..." she slowly wiped the handle and picked it up, brandishing it. "T-This could come in handy." She yawned, and closed the tent's veil, she wrapped the blade in the white cloth and tied it with a bit of fishing wire she stole from her dad when she left. "I need some rest..." she laid down, and drifted into unconsciousness.

'... ugh... I don't want to get up...' she rubbed her eyes and headed out, packing up the makeshift tent into her backpack and continued on the overgrown path. A bit more down the path, she heard a low growl, she pulled her knife out of her makeshift sheath and trembled as she
looked around her...