"You will give me your SOUL..."
Frisk only stared blankly at the other child. The floating, opposing buttons that stated "YES" and "NO" were glowing, awaiting for Frisk to claim their choice on whether or not to sell their soul to Chara. Frisk's hand trembled as it hovered over the choices.
If they sold their soul, their world would return, and Frisk would be able to rewrite their little "story" all over again, and spread peace rather than genocide. If they didn't sell their soul, however, they would be stuck in this void for eternity until they changed their mind.
Chara continued to stare back at the genderless straight-faced individual. Her fingers twitched ever so slightly as she held out her hands, which were directed to either of the buttons. Her twisted smile touched either ear as it gave off an eerie vibe to the situation. Not to mention her eyes that complimented said smile as they were as wide as dinner plates that stared directly into Frisk's soul that Chara was after.
Frisk's hand quivered as it hovered over one button, then the other, and so on. Chara was starting to get a little impatient. Frisk let out a sigh. They really wanted their world back so they can make everything right. They don't want to be selfish. Their hand hovered to their committing choice...
"Then, it is done." said Chara, before the game restarted, and Frisk blacked out.
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STITCHEDTALE (Discontinued.)
FanfictionHi, welcome to the book! if you didn't see the desc. For my profile, I made an UNDERTALE AU called STITCHEDTALE. STITCHEDTALE is an AU to where Frisk sells their soul to Chara. But, there's a twist to it. Keep reading to find out! Art is by me, alth...
