Hell's Queen

Reaper

Corrupt moved too fast for me to intercept her... My Queen was going to be erased...

My chest burned with pain at this knowledge, at the knowledge that I would forever be without Geno...

But, before Corrupt could even swing her scythe down, blue fire sprung from the air and threw her back.

Then a body landed in front of Geno, possibly having been dropped by the passing souls. The oddest thing about this person was...

They were alive. We could feel their soul pulse and beat.

This human wore a large, baggy blue and purple sweater with shorts that just reached their knees... And as they stood up, they exposed the old scars on their legs, scars that looked like clawing.

The human finally tilted their head up, their brown hair floating out of their face.

"Frisk?" Sans softly called out, my eyes not leaving the human's body.

She looked different, here in the world between... She looked younger than before, and softer... Her beating soul drummed harder as well.

"A living human stopped me!" Screeched the bitch.

I turned my eyes on the First Fallen. Anger coursed through my bones and I went to step forward, but an arm stopped me.

Blue glared at me with eyes that told wicked evils. Eyes that warned me to not go to Corrupt... My instincts told me to follow his untold orders, so I did. Begrudgingly.

"So, you came crawling back to me after all this time." Chara hissed, her sister visibly flinching.

For a moment, the human didn't say a word, didn't move a muscle... Then she stepped forward and reached out toward Chara... Reaching out with her hand open.

The demon tensed, her wings pushing into her back and weirdly, her hand twitched... As if she wanted to reach for her...

Yet, Corrupt lunged at Frisk, the demon bitch swiftly following.

I looked to Sans, seeing him held in place by Dream... Actually, he looked to be in pain... Horrible pain...

A screech sounded from the bitch, making me look back to the scene.

Oddly, the medium was still standing, but her shirt had several rips in it. Corrupt was looking pissed.

As if she had enough, the Fallen finally rushed the mortal, ripping the rest of the sweater and throwing her near us.

The human landed on the ground with a hard thud, her sweater in ruins.

The blue-purple fabric did little to hide her body now... A body that was scarred in several places.

Frisk groaned as she rolled onto her back, Chara giving out a screeching giggle, raising her demonic dagger.

The brunette sat back on knees, her ruined sweater falling off the rest of her body. This... This made the demon stop, just a mere foot from her .

She shook as her blood eyes stared down at the smaller. Black tears welled in her eyes as the dagger in her hand fell to the ground.

"S-Sissy?" She muttered, her voice cracking.

The human looked behind her, shifting her body to look at Chara better... Exposing her tortured back to us.

Her back held a variety of scars, but the worst were two long slits... Slits that looked as though someone had ripped something out... Something that was forced into the body.

A soft sob made me look up, to Chara, the monster who never cried... Was in her human, child form. Sobbing.

Frisk tilted her head some, once again offering her hand to her dead sister. This time, the demon took it.

"They're going to be whole again." One of the shorter skeleton's whispered.

I looked down to see them all with longing sort of eyes, Ink holding his chest.

Whole again? What did they mean by that...

"Frisk!" Sans shouted, his body lurching forward, but it didn't move from where he stood.

I snapped my head to the human and the demon, only to find their bodies nothing more than dust as a soul shattered.

They were gone.