Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

1 - START OF A PROEM

(FRISK POV)
     The fall felt like slow motion. I was weightless as I listened to what the universe told me for so long. It's funny. I almost didn't want to jump... Almost. When I woke up it was noon and the sun was right above me.
     The sunlight was warm on my face and the buttercups felt soft beneath me. My first instinct was to get up and look around. I was doing pretty good at the looking around part, not so much the moving part. I tried to move my leg, but it wouldn't budge. The bone was broken. I didn't know why I wasn't screaming in agony right now, but I decided to count my blessings. I didn't expect to— No matter. I guess the universe was wrong after all. I waited around until I saw a faint apparition on the ground. I had a tugging feeling in my core. At first I thought I was just seeing things, or maybe I actually was dying and this was a hallucination.
     "E-excuse me,"  I blurted. It sat up immediately. It had boyish features with large muscles and a boxy body structure. Although, his cheeks and nose were unusually rosy for a guy. His sandy brown hair brought attention to his eyes, they which were the same color as mine, unnaturally Red. He was wearing a black shirt with a green jacket that had a single yellow stripe through it, it had a purple symbol embroidered on the top left of the chest area that kind of looked like something I saw in a history book once. The Delta Rune, I think it was. Not sure what it meant, though.
     He had large cargo shorts and reddish, black shoes. I couldn't take my eyes off him. There was something odd about him. His presence... felt like my own in a way. That probably doesn't make any sense, it's hard to explain. He looked at me, and moved closer.
"Who are you?" His voice was far higher pitched than I would have thought for someone his size.
"Do I know you?" I asked.
"I feel like we've met before."
"Why does this feel so..." We spoke in unison. "Familiar?" He looked up. The sunlight shone through him, barely leaving a shadow. His face only showed confusion.
"The... The buttercup field? That... that can't be right.... I was with Azzy, right? We broke the barrier, didn't we? He took me to my—" He spoke softly and slowly, as if trying to remember a dream. "If I'm not with him. And I'm back here then," Our eyes met. His started to leak a viscous, black sludge.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" We both started screaming. He moved away while I sat in panic.
We eventually calmed down and just sort of stared at each other. Quietly. It felt like hours.
"Who are you? F-for real this time." He finally spoke up, in a forced nonchalant, panicked kind of manner.
"My name is Frisk, but I could ask the same, Mr. Ghost." He furrowed his brow. He moved over to a pool of water by us and casually put his hand through a piece of driftwood floating within.
"¿F-Fantasma? ¿Que? ¡Esto... no tiene sentido! ¿Por qué rayos estoy...?" He slumped to his knees. "If the plan didn't work, that means I'm... dead." He looked over at me and immediately his demeanor changed. "Oh, s-sorry, I forgot you were here... L-let me start over. Howdy! I'm Chara. Nice to meet you, Frisk."
"Hi Chara, I'm Frisk. Oh wait, I said that already, my bad. Did I hit my head on the way down?" I let out a nervous laugh. Why the hell was I so flustered all of a sudden? "Oh, that reminds me! My leg is broken, I think? Could you help a lady move?" I smiled at him. He responded with a wider smile, like a young kid in a school photo. The color of his cheeks seemed to become more saturated, but I might have been imagining things.
"S-sure." He walked over to me and phased his hand through my leg, and a whimper escaped my throat. "This might hurt a bit." He then reset my bone which, hurt yes, but only for a second. (Which seems unrealistic, I know but I've always been an unnaturally fast healer. I've had to be.) He helped me up and helped me walk down a nearby corridor. Chara led the way.
. . .
We arrived in another open room with a small patch of turned-up grass in the center. As we walked up to it, a yellow flower popped out of the ground. I shouted and jumped back, after all, it had a face.
     "OH MY GOD IT HAS A FACE!" The flower seemed to frown but smiled big as I looked back at him.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!"
"How original." Chara retorted, but the flower- *Ahem* Flowey didn't seem to notice. The color was drained out of the surrounding area, and a neat looking little red heart floating in front of me. Flowey started up again:
     "That is your SOUL. The very culmination of your—" He looked over at Chara's SOUL. His face went slack. In front of Chara was a soul too, red like mine, although slightly smaller. His was bright at first, also like mine, but slowly faded dimmer and sort of flickered like a dwindling flame. "Ch-Chara? Is that yo—" He was cut off and his face and everything around us started melting. Soon we were fading into the nothingness. It was horrifying. I could feel myself being dematerialized and disintegrated from every atom. It didn't hurt, but it also didn't numb my nerves. I was put into a limbo state until I hit the ground and felt my leg crack. I passed out in a field of buttercups.