Chara's POV
The feeling doesn't come at all. To Freak- I mean Fresh, I must look very stupid right now, holding in a breath, arms spread out, back straighter than it's ever been. In fact, I think he's snickering right now.
Fresh has made himself an enemy.
One from his worst nightmares.
I will try and haunt him forever when I get my hands on a vessel to corrupt.
*sigh*
That's seemingly the only problem now. Frisk, if she's even alive now, isn't coming back soon, I feel. Reaper doesn't seem like the type of guy who'd not cause extreme pain when someone hurts their loved ones. I mean, it was kind of cruel to leave her bloody with only one HP. I've gotten into fights, violent ones at that, with passionate lovers- I didn't end well at all. Plus, that was the timeline when Sans and Papyrus were lovers. Sans, Frisk and I try our best to forget about it. They even had a kid, I remember, though their name keeps on slipping through my mind. Hopefully it wasn't Gaster or anything.
That would've killed me.
Lesson learned: do not mess with lovers.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh yeah, Frisk isn't coming back soon-
No one's POV
Out of nowhere, a portal opened. This portal was, in a way, jagged yet smooth. A messy tear in the world, but an elegant one. It was different from the corrupt one, glitching endlessly, or the colourful one, the shades and hues pulling you in. This one was blank. Comforting, even. Two different types of magic radiated from it.
Out of the portal came tumbling a Frisk. Yes, Frisk was back, injured badly, barely able to move a muscle, but alive.
Chara didn't really want to possess her yet, since being in a heavily injured body wasn't appealing to her. Alas, she waited.
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FanfictionThis was my first story. Sans, after a round of particularly draining RESETS, wants to get to the root of the problem. And so, he asks. He gets an answer, but things start to jumble and blend into an incomprehensible mixture of worlds and theories...
