Soulfell

The Demon's Game

Frisk trembled on her knees, head hung low. She heard footsteps walk towards her, but she remained where she was.

Cruel laughter rang throughout the white void they were in, making Frisk duck her head more and shrink in on herself.

"You're not even going to fight back?" They asked. "Well, that sure makes things easier for me."

Frisk launched herself at the child unexpectedly, catching them off guard. They stumbled down to the ground and Frisk hit them on the chest and head. "GET! OUT! OF! MY! BODYYY!!!!"

The child in green was hit several times, but then caught the girl's fists. Frisk gasped as they threw her to the ground and pinned her down with their foot.

" I W O N ' T . "

The light dimmed and the wind disappeared.

Other Sans put down his arm that he had used to shield his eye sockets. What stood before him was the human. Same brown hair, same clothes, same face, everything. So what had happened?

Then the girl opened her eyes.

Blood red.

Not the maroon that he was used to.

She smiled wide, ear to ear. Then she giggled. "Oh how I've missed a body."

Other Sans took a single step back. "W-who are you?! What have you done to them?!"

"Oh, calm down Comedian. I haven't hurt them. I just pushed those two back into our subconscious." They toyed with the knife in their hands. "I'm merely sharing their body, but I blocked them out immediately so that I can do what I want."

They used their free hand to touch the wound in their shoulder, before digging their fingers into it. They reacted with a maniacal grin, their eyes wide with delight.

"HAHAHAHAHAH!! Pain is hilarious! Hahahah!"

The skeleton and flower cringed with disgust at their actions. Immediately after, Other Sans glared daggers at them for intentionally hurting his Sweetheart like that.

Once the demon calmed down after a minute of laughter, they spoke again. "Do you know what I want to do~?"

The skeleton and flower remained silent for a moment. Finally, Other Sans asked the question. "What?"

"I want to kill everyone in the Underground." They explained. "'Why?' you may ask. 'How could you possibly want to kill everyone?' Simple. I despise them. These monsters. But don't get me wrong. Humans are filthy creatures too, and most deserve to die. But monsters are just as bad. Back in my timeline, monsters were too weak to fight back against the horrible humans; they just refused to fight. They can't survive in the world I want to make. But the monsters in this timeline are a different story. They're even worse than the humans on the surface, so they deserve to die, too."

Other Sans glared at them. "You're sick."

"No. You are." They smirked at him. "You have killed innocents too, haven't you?"

The skeleton clenched a boney fist in anger. It was true, and that's what made him livid. Still, he had to find a way to stop them. What if he just asked the most logical question.

"And what happens after everyone's dead? Won't that get boring for you, being all alone?"

Chara chuckled. "I'm not going to kill everyone on the surface. Just most of them. I know that most humans are terrible, and I know what makes them terrible. Those humans deserve to die. But that being said, if I—a human—can understand that humans are horrible, then there must be others who think like me. So I'll kill those who are scum, and let others like me live. Only kind and hardworking humans, who are honest, but can still defend themselves against the cruel and unjust world around them. That is my goal. To make a perfect world."