Disaster (Cross!Chara X Reader)

Chapter 15

A small grey material floats on the surface for a moment before sinking towards the depts of the lake.

(Your POV)

A second ago, a pain so great kept your body against the ground. But then it all disappeared in an instant. Heavy pants came to be as air rapidly entered and exited your lungs. As the sound of your heartbeat slowly calmed in your ears, you could hear a voice. A voice calling out to you as a hand placed itself on your shoulder. You knew the voice, as well as the sickly pale hand. You turned your head to look at him, uttering the words:

"What do you want, Chara?"

You wore a blank expression, you knew that. It seemed to put Chara on the edge, most definitely because of your earlier state. As no pain was to be felt, you slowly got to your feet, letting his hand slide off your shoulder.

"Ah...uh...E-Echo... are you alright..?" he asked.

"Yeah" you answered, starting to walk past him. He seemed to be stunned for a moment before hurrying after you.

"Are you...going to treat Frisk now?" he asked.

"Maybe" you replied.

"H...he's in really bad shape you know... I-I can get you anything you need, just please...help him..." he begged.

"Hm..." you thought for a moment. It wasn't that you missed something. Well, you didn't miss any object at least. Something just didn't feel right. You had a feeling of something. Something being wrong. As you sank deeper and deeper into your thoughts, you heard Chara's muffled voice calling out for you.

It was...annoying...

You felt... irritated...

"Fine! Don't answer me! I just want to understand you, but I guess I'm just that much below you!" he snarled suddenly. Something snapped inside of you, like a thread or a rope. Fine. You'd help him understand.

(Chara's POV)

"Fine! Don't answer me! I just want to understand you, but I guess I'm just that much below you!" I said, anger bubbling up inside of me. She would just give me such simple answers as if Frisk's life wasn't important. I felt so agitated as I could lose my brother again, but she didn't care. Of course, there was her condition, but how much contributed to her awful behavior. I wanted to say something else, but before I could even open my mouth, I was suddenly knocked to my side by a heavy blow to the side of my face. I let out a gasp as my body hit the ground. Blood began to flow from my nose, running down my face before dripping onto the grass, coloring it a deep red. As adrenaline filled my body, I moved a shaky hand towards my face, to stop the blood from dripping. Something heavy, made out of paper was dropped by me, alerting me by the thud it made. A book, or rather, a journal. I shakily looked up at Echo. She still held her hand, open, in the air. As if time had stopped at the moment of impact. As she slowly lowered it, I saw her eyes. I could see something in them. Fury. Irritation. A loss of control. Then she simply turned around and wandered off towards the shelter. I just continued to stare after her, feeling multiple things bubble up through me. But anger was not one of them. The impact seemed to have simply shocked it out of me.

Eventually, my focus landed on the journal. The cover was made of leather and seemed a bit worn out. The front of it didn't say anything. I carefully sat up, using my elbow as support before reaching out my free hand to grab it. Turning it, I realize nothing is said on the back nor the side either. I took a look around me before deciding to open it up. After all, why would she leave me this if it wasn't for a reason?

I adjusted my position before placing the book in my lap, flipping through the pages with my free hand, making sure to not let any blood fall on the pages. Looking through it, I realized the pages were sorted into chapters. The longest one was called "Medicinal". A chapter I gave up on immediately after trying to follow notes about "homemade antivenom". The next chapter was very short and was called "people observations". In it, I saw multiple names. Some that I recognized and some I did not. Along with them stood multiple words or sentences, describing the person. I skimmed through most of it until I saw my name.