It Wasn't Me (Undertale) (Sans x Chara)

Ch. 2 - The Last Bit of Judgment Hall

Chara's POV~

It's written in stone, every word, every thought, every action, recorded in the tapes of life. God, I wasn't even a millennial and I was thinking like one.

Frisk's grin spreads on my face like wildfire. Why you wonder? Because the bitch wearing my face is killing off the only thing I can call family. She dodges Sans's every attempt at hurting her. And she bounces back every single time he does.

But I feel her grow weak. She hates the mundane procedure of tiring him out, although it's not mundane in the slightest.

Even though these are my people, they sure do put up an interesting fight to watch, which is what enables me to make the most of my time tied to her soul. I take the steps of my limit to apply the dust of every lost soul to a treasured, earthly possession. A held tradition throughout the quickly dying kingdom. I know, even when this girl inevitably resets the timeline, the objects will hold the souls within them.

The comedian makes another swift attack, a patterned, series of them all lined up with no space between. She gasps for air when he finishes.

"Ugh... That being said..." Oh, another one of his rants. She hasn't made it this far, so she looks thrilled to see something new. "You, uh, really like swinging that thing around, huh?" He is implying the knife clutched in her dominant hand, and I glance down at it. Shiny and sharp and small, I can see the appeal. I look back up and peer at him. He's sweating bullets, and I step forward to get a closer look. Though I can not gauge his age based on his appearance, because his eyes have bags and he looks as though he doesn't take care of himself, he is a monster, so who knows his age? He shuts his eye sockets. "Listen. Friendship... It's really great, right?" I catch him winking at her. But then I realize.

He is actually talking to HER. Before, he thought he was speaking to me, looking at me with scorn, and insulting me at every corner. "Let's quit fighting." Oh my god. He's sparing her? I burst out in laughter, and I can feel Frisk's eyes glare at me. And because I laughed, she's going to spare him, too. She does. So predictable. "... You're sparing me? Finally." He looks at her with a wide, genuine smile. "Buddy. Pal. I know how hard it must be..."

I take this opportunity to smirk at her, and mouth, "He's going to kill you anyway~" She believes me.

"To make that choice. To go back on everything you've worked up to. I want you to know... I won't let it go to waste." He holds out his arms in a hug, and that's when I feel the transition. She shifts the control of the body to me. "C'mere, pal."

That's when I start to cry. I was holding it in. I throw the knife aside, forcefully, sobbing a fit, and I crumple down, holding my locket tightly in both fists. I want to do something now that I can. But I can delay this, or I can hug him. The Reset button is inaccessible to me, and she's already made her choice. "Sans, I'm so sorry, she- She hurt them-" I stammer, and stumble into his arms. No, wait, the pain. I jump out of his almost comforting wings. "No..."

She forces me onto him, and he looks at me quizzically but continues with his plan. Every attack pierces through flesh and bone, and blood spatters out each gaping pore. Tears spring to my red eyes. "The pain..." I laugh, hysteria clearly giving way. "Oh, Sansy~ You really know how to treat a lady..." I fall to the floor and slip out of consciousness.

And I am back to the trap. Like a used toy.

Frisk finishes what she started, and I can feel her sins crawling on my back as she slashes through the light blue coat, and the ribs, of Sans the skeleton.