All The Dead (Chara X Reader)

Chapter 16

×Chara's POV×

I was running. I didn't know where to, but I knew that as soon as I stopped I was dead. So I kept going, even when my lungs threatened to burst any moment, and as my legs ached with a firey passion, I kept running. Each tree flying by in a blurred movement.

Yells chased after me, along with every guard the building had. He was looking for me already. But I wouldn't let him take me back. I wouldn't go back.

I slipped a small knife out of my back pocket and opened it. Pocket knives normally weren't meant for killing, people, anyway. It was all I could find. I didn't want to kill another human being, that would be proving him right. But I wanted to live more than I cared to uphold my pride.

A man grabbed my arm. In a Swift motion I threw my arm back, cutting his bicep deeply. He screamed in pain and released me, clutching his arm as I continued to run. In the distance was a house. If I could make it there, I knew I'd be safe.

I continued to fight after guards attacked me until I was tackled. He had tackled me. His grey hair was shining in the afternoon light. His steely eyes we're set on one thing. His prey. I was his prey. He wouldn't stop until I was dead.

I fought him off, kicking and yelling every step of the way. Every attempt to grab me was defeated by every attempt of mine to cut his hand open. And all of those attempts were defeated when he drew his hand back just in time.

Tired of this game, I pounced at him. I tackled him to the ground and began to wrestle with him. Despite his best attempts to fight me off, I climbed on top of him and rammed my knife into his chest. He shrieked in pain as I repeated this movement. His blood speckled my face as a wide, sadistic grin bent my cheeks. I continued to stab him long after he ceased moving.

Finally, I was so tired that I stopped. After a moment, I stood up and spat on his body. I stumbled toward the cabin and knocked on the door, paying no mind to the blood staining my clothing. The swung open to reveal a man, old with grey hair, looking down at me. I waved and he let me inside.

From then on he raised me. He raised me to be a killer, and to control my strength. He taught me how to control my anger. I learned how humans operated and thought, how they lived. And I used that knowledge. Every time I came home with blood on my jacket he would smile. He made sure I covered it up perfectly. He was proud of me.

All good things must come to an end. Unfortunately, one day while I was out for a hunt, he had a heart attack. I found him dead on the floor when I came home. For some reason, something clicked within me when I saw his body. I buried him in his backyard and scaled Mt. Ebott. Once I was at the top, I stared into the hole below. I jumped in, confident that I would survive the fall.

The rest is well known.

Suddenly a sharp pain struck my head. I gripped my hair by fistfuls and fell to my knees with an ear piercing scream. Tears were falling down my face as the pain increased. It felt worse than stitches or the deepest cuts. It was indescribable.

Millions of thoughts and futures swirled in my mind. One of a girl, who I recognized as Y/n, grinning while standing above me with a long knife. She bent over carefully and traced it around my collarbone as I begged her to not kill me. After a moment she laughed and ran the blade through my heart.

In another, I fought Y/n to the violent death, and was victorious. I was smiling sadistically as I approached her with a large mace in my hand. I brought it down on to her head, pummeling her into a puddle of blood and flesh.

And the worst. I held Y/n in my arms, crying as her eyelids started to fall. She grabbed my hand and smiled. I begged, screamed at her to stay with me. She simply motioned for me to lean down. I did so, and felt her kiss my cheek.

"I will always love you." She whispered. Her grip suddenly loosened and her hand fell beside her. I wailed loudly, yelling at her to open her damn eyes. She didn't. I finally grabbed a nearby knife and raised it above my head. It ended there.

What were these? Why did they hurt me? I couldn't take the increasing pain in my head. My heart was pounding in my ears. I threw my head against the ground in an attempt to clear the pain. I succeeded as the pain subsided.

"Interesting..." That voice... Gaster. He smiled shyly and waved his holey hand in the air. I growled, and without hesitation pounced at him. He jumped back as I grabbed his shoulder roughly.

"What the fuck?!?!" I screamed in rage. Gaster gasped as my fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. And not in a good way.

"I am terribly sorry, child." His blue magic had picked me up and rested me in air. I fought restlessly, kicking at screaming to be released. "I simply had a test to run. I meant no real harm."

"No real harm?! You dug through the worst of my life to run a test on me, and you say you meant no harm?!"

"Chara." I shut my mouth. He never used my real name. It was always child. "I am sorry. I mean that. But this was important, to you and to me. Please, realize my intentions."

"What did you need to know?! What couldn't you just ask me?!"

"If you could do this!" He snapped in reply, allowing me to fall. "To see if you could really destroy humanity. Who raises you. If you could do it no matter what! I needed to see if your past interfered with your present! And... It does." He looked away. I had to admit, he had a point. My past was locked away for a reason.

"And?"

"What and is there? You have grown soft, child." He approached me cautiously and rested his hand on my shoulder. Such a gesture engraved itself into my memory. "Are you sure you are capable of carrying out this task?" I scoff and shook his hand off.

"I'm fine. I need to think." He nodded in understanding. I stared at him blankly for a moment before everything suddenly disappeared. I was waking up. With Y/n, with my injured leg, without this drama. Without these memories haunting me. I was waking up.