The Final Timeline (Undertale Sans x Frisk)

Chapter 72 Trying to Fix Things

"So, you're telling me that the illusion of time travel is not so far off from the reach of current monster development?" Suzy asked, causing the other monster in the room to go wide eyed.

"Yes" She paused. "No" she paused again. "I don't know what you're asking."

Both of them sighed for a second time. This was going to take a while... All Susie wanted to do was try and explain where she was from, without giving away that they were the same person. However, doing so seemed to be almost impossible.

"Wait. So..." Suzy cut in again. "You're from a parallel universe? One in which the monster and human races did not go to war?"

"Yes!" Susie clapped her hands in excitement.

"No wonder you seem so familiar." Suzy stated, causing the other monster to gulp.

Oh god... did she figure it out? It wouldn't be a surprise if she did, her being a complete nerd. Susie just remained silent to allow the other version of her to continue speaking.

"We're the same person, aren't we?" she asked.

Susie just sat there, in the empty living room, with a blank look on her face. She didn't even blink, making sure that she gave no indication on whether or not Suzy was right or not. The alternate version began to glare and adjusted her glasses, taking a long deep breath in through her snout.

"I'll take your silence as a yes, seeing as you are not nearly old enough to be my mother." Suzy sighed, causing the other monster to quickly look at her.

"Wait! Oh my god!" She started waving her hands. "This was one of the reasons why I wanted to talk to you in the first place! Before being told to stay inside the house."

The monster on the other end of the fireplace looked at her in confusion, tilting her head. She wanted to talk about... their mother? What could she possibly want to know? And what kind of information was she looking for.

"Is she still alive in this timeline?!" Susie shouted.

Suzy stopped. "Well... I-"

"Dad... doesn't... hurt you?" she asked another question. "I don't see any scars on your eye..."

"Susie, I-" She trailed off. "Maybe I should show you something..."

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"Has she talked to you yet?" Ryan asked, worrying.

"IF SHE DID, WE WOULDN'T STILL BE IN THIS SHITTY HOUSE!" Chara shouted, breathing in and out to recover herself. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to yell."

Ryan placed a hand on her shoulder and she grabbed onto his shirt, pushing her face into the fabric as she cried quietly. What was taking you so long? Maybe she should try contacting you again... only... she didn't really feel up to it right now. Talking through the mind was starting to hurt her stomach, like Chase was forcefully telling her not to communicate because it felt weird.

As she silently cried into Ryans chest, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a confined and steady hug, trying to tell her she was safe. She hugged her stomach, trying her best to make Chase feel the same way... without Fran, it was hard for her to tell whether or not she was able to actually make Chase feel like she loved him.

"It's gonna be okay..." Ryan said soothingly

"But it's not... I'm not ready for this kind of responsibility!" She didn't tell him what she was talking about. "I can't do this without him...."

He didn't even need to know what she was talking about to know how upset she was about this. He could hear the strain and wavering in her voice when she spoke to him, causing him to take her tighter in his arms, rubbing the back of her head. His hand were practically playing with her hair as he slowly took her to the living room couch and sat down.

When he sat down, he picked her up from behind and sat her down on his lap, cuddling her as he continued to sob into his chest. The bright light from the large glass window illuminated the entire living area, causing Chara too look up into Ryans face before looking out the window. The quick glance of her soft brown eyes was enough to make his heart throb with guilt.

With her hands still on the sides of his chest, she looked down to them, noticing a large, white bandage around his left shoulder. She winced to herself and pulled his sleeve up to inspect the wound. Ryan, not expecting this, looked up to her with widened eyes, not saying a word as she looked at the stab mark that she had left from a knife around two months priar.

"Chara..." Ryan began. "I-"

"How long have you had it bandaged up?" She looked up into his eyes. "Do you change the gauze out?"

He just stared at her, eyes never leaving hers as he thought about all of the sins he had done. How could he have done that to her...? His best friend... ruined... not only by him, but that sick, perverted and disgusting man... Joan. He wanted to go over to the mountain village and rip his throat out with his bare hands. Maybe then there would be justice for what that pathetic excuse for a man did to her.

"Hello?" Chara waved a hand in front of his face, catching his attention.

His face got red with embarrassment "S-sorry! Uh, yeah, I change it a lot. Doesn't really hurt anymore."

He looked away, thinking about how attractive she looked back when they were in high school, and the sight of her seeming like nothing had changed. Wait... No... STOP.... He shook his head slightly and tried to think about something else. What if she never died after what happened, what would she look like now? His face got hot again... he really had to stop thinking. She glared down to him and lightly smacked him in the face.

"I may be over eighteen, but I still look like a fifteen years old, pervert!" She shouted, getting off his lap and wiping away anny exes tears from before.

He began to laugh, causing her to start laughing in return. Before long, they were both in a laughing frenzy, lighting up the house more with joy and life.

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Ello!  

It is late for me

So I must go

Hope you liked this chapter!

BYA!