SilentTale [Sans X Frisk] (A Musical Frans Undertale AU)

C15: This Green Flame Behind Me

Konichiwa, pinkste-*teleports away from angry mob of loyal pinksterz*

Pant! Pant! *recording dangerously while hiding in the vents*
So, I'm recording right now, 'cause I'm currently facing a horde, anyways. Sorry! A million times sorry for not updating so often! I know, things are a little hard now with the outbreak right outside of our houses. But I still stood determined! Determined to finish this as soon as possible. Other than that, it's hard managing four stories at the same time!

DJrayray: Ya should've finished your first book in the first place, idiot!

Me: I know! Sorry.

Then again, here ya go! Fresh out of the press!...

Omigosh, they found me! Gotta run, hope ya consider and enjoy! *runs away*

Almost forgot!

Arigato to pinkster @Frisk_wolf for your loyal support towards the TPC!

*Just to clarify,
'[...]' - means Frisk thinking while Papyrus translating

Oh, and almost forgot! Prepare this song; "A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton"

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"Gaaah! Blast that Frisk!?" a certain green flame monster shrieked in annoyance, "How dare she steal my Sans!"

After witnessing the closeness between the two so-called friends, the thermal element couldn't help but be frustrated. "She was supposed to be my friend, and now he calls her with this stupid name, 'Honey'?! Dear Asgore, how could everyone be so, so... so mean!" she blurted, lost in words. It was really a miracle her tantrums couldn't reach the ears of her father, or is it because he could be busy in some... Paperwork? In any ways, she's irritated.

"I wish I could just... I could just, I could just take her down, but I can't!" bawled Fuku, collapsing on her soft red-covered bed.

"And why not?" a familiar voice asked, followed by eerie giggling that echoed through her bedroom, which made the girl jump in surprise. Fuku thought, however, that it was her conscience that has been catechizing her, so therefore, paid no heed to it.

"Frisk's my best friend's younger sister. Chara would never trust me ever again if something bad happens to her." she sighed, giving in to replying her 'conscience'.

"Nonsense!" the voice exclaimed, "My friend, you deserve better than to be stepped on by someone I have only met a few days back."

Ok, so clearly, this isn't her conscience. Rather the voice belonged to someone she knew better than anyone in school. But just to be sure, "Who are you?" the girl asked shakily, "Are you the one I think you are?" she added.

"Can't you guess?" the voice sighed, "Fine, yes. Such a smart kid you are to easily guess her own bestie in the whole wide world!"

"Ch-chara?" Fuku trembled, pushing herself backwards to the wall behind her, and finally making out the silhouette that lurked in the shadows in front of her. The figure flashed the girl its infamous maniacal smile, as blood-red fluid flowed from its glowing crimson eyes. The fluid, she guessed to be blood, went down the mysterious shadow's cheeks, and dripped to the floor below.

"Correct..." it whispered.

This is Chara. No, not the friendly sister of our heroine in this story. This... thing is her. The very demon that haunted Frisk's thoughts way back in the Underground.

'What happened to her?' you bothered asking?

The once determined soul of red, filled with the essence of hatred. A beast, you may call her. The pacifist may think this is over, but no. It has always been following her. She's always been there.