Gold

Its Feet Pics Undertale

Shadows flickered on and off as the royal children scampered through the hallways. Socks slipping on the dark concrete leading up to the golden corridor. They playful giggles and taunts called out echoing through the rather empty room came to a halt as the human falling behind their monster sibling slid and slammed into one of the large pillars.

Their vision went blurred and all they heard was ringing for a split second before the soft voice of their sibling played in their ears.

"Chara! Are you okay?" The prince asked, kneeling at their side and grabbing their hand.

"Pssh...yeah of course Azzy." They replied as soon as they could stop the dizzy feeling in their head. They rejected the hand that Asriel extended towards them and slowly pulled themselves up to their feet.

"Are you sure? It looks like your nose is...bleeding? Is that the word?"

A hand reached up and wiped the blood from their face and Chara sighed. "Oh. Great. Just fucking perfect." They stated, angrily kicking the bright gold column they had smashed their face into.

"Hey hey!" Asriel's hands shot up, one reaching out to grab his siblings shoulder. "It's okay! Let's just go tell mom."

"Yeah okay...I seem to always be getting hurt in here, y'know?" They laughed, shoving their hands into their pants pockets.

Asriel laughed, starting to lead them back to the house, "Yeah! You should really be more careful! Does it hurt at all?" He asked, the other rolled their eyes.

"Like I said, I'm fine. And I don't need to 'be more careful' in here either, it's just a room. It's not like there's some eeeevil forces making me get hurt." They teased, elbowing their sibling.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. That would be pretty silly...but still! I don't want you getting hurt anymore!"

"Fine, whatever! I'll be more cautious next time if It'll keep you from getting worried. You big dork..."

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The heavy breathing coming from both sides of the hall as blood gushed from the gashes and cuts they had received from their opponent. They glared at they man standing between them and their goal, not thinking even for a second about what their goal truly was or what it meant. They just wanted power. Power to destroy. Power to exact revenge. Power to finish what they had started. The grip on their knife got tighter as they lunged at the obviously tired man.

He fired and the blast cut right through the deep red soul and it shattered into a thousand pieces. The space around them went black as two tuckered out children sat on the floor.

The one in green, shakily reaching out towards the continue button. The gold of the bright button shimmering in their eyes and the parting words of their adoptive father rang throughout the two's heads.

Frisk glanced around, hesitantly grabbing at Chara's arm to stop them from making them go back.

"Excuse me?" They spat, glaring at the other.

The younger of the two shook their head, frowning.

"What do you mean we can't beat him?! We're so close! We're getting better!" They shouted, ripping their arm out of the other's grasp and standing up to kick at nothing. "We're so goddamn close." They said through gritted teeth, digging their nails into the palms of their hands.

Suddenly, the spirit burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh you've got to be kidding me! 'Oh Chara, you've gotta be more careful!'" They mimicked. Frisk didn't exactly understand what was going on, the figured it was best not to ask.

Chara turned to their partner, sighing. "So? What are we gonna do?"

The blue clad child glanced over at their friend, and back over at the big gold button right next to them. The considered for a moment on what to do, never really thinking about what would happen if they gave up. Aside from the fact that they wouldn't have to fight him anymore. But their guide was right, they were so close.

What they were close to exactly? Frisk didn't really know, what they did know was that Chara was very determined to achieve, and the younger wanted to help with that. Both were too far gone to have guilt thrown into the mix of their decision making, so the only thing either of them could really think about was what stood in their way.

16 left. 18 left. 40 left. 1 left.

But, god, was the one left putting up a challenge. What did he think he was fighting for anyway? Everyone else was dead, he was a bit too late to defend them. The two fallen children had tried to work out as to what exactly he was fighting for. He was incredibly vague and it pissed them off.

'Seeing what comes next...I can't afford not to care anymore.' What comes next?! How did he know but they didn't?! He couldn't have known! He didn't understand! None of them did! They were gonna get there no matter what it took!

Slamming their hand against the shining words that stood to their left, the host and the entity that possessed them were forced back in front of the glittering star that kept them coming back.