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

Ch. 3 - The Surface Lies Ahead

Chara's POV~

She didn't want to Erase the world.

I didn't either, but I offered the option to her, out of courtesy, when she replied with thoughts on a happy ending on the Surface with my family.

"Do you think you are above consequences, Frisk? After all, you don't deserve a happy ending, do you? I watched you, as you crushed Papyrus's decapitated head under your foot, as you melted Undyne into a puddle, as you slashed my brother to petals. You not only chose this path, but you also didn't half-ass the job. You crave this feeling, don't you? Every EXP gained lifts you closer to sinful ecstasy. You really think you will be able to live like a saint?"

She looks at me, blinking. "I do believe I am above consequences, Chara."

And that does it for me. I laugh. "Whatever you say, Little Miss Perfect!~" I appear an inch away from her face and wrench the knife from her dust-covered hand. When I get it away from her, my face contorts in utter abhorrence, and I shake off the dust. "Ew. Anyway, your turn, Frisk."

I smile and grab her forearm to shove her onto the ground. She looks in pain. I sit astride her upper legs and stick the sharp, clean metal into her abdomen. I have to use some force, and I feel it stick into her spine, or her pelvis - I can't tell. I twist the weapon, and she screams. I pull out and make another deep stab past her ribs and into her heart. I ease the knife out once more, and the blood from both stab wounds continues to gush out.

She has no choice but to Reset, and she does.

Hopefully, she'll make the right choice this time.

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She went back and befriended everyone, making her journey to her happy ending. In fact, she let my family know I was still alive, along with Asriel, and she tries to help us come back to our original state. I kneel at his side, this version of him somewhat terrifying. An emotionless flower husk. I want to talk to him, but I know I can't. He looked at Frisk's destruction and saw my face like Sans did. They thought I did it. I let out a quivering sob. It's a broken sound, and it gives me comfort. But not strength, so I just watch the tumult of happiness. Alphys explains that she'll be able to get us both back, and even adds that the creation of Flowey was her fault...

Because the tradition of spreading the monster dust on an object is real. I blink back more tears as she explains that spreading dust on a living thing, like a flower, will make the biotic thing come to life with all the memories of the being, but not the soul.

It's sad really. The idea of no feeling. But I want that. No pain. And now that the massacre is over - well, for now, because who knew when she'd get bored - I wouldn't let myself get hurt again. I blink at Frisk. "Tell Undyne I want some physical fitness training, or I will personally kill you in front of everyone, no matter the consequences."

Frisk doesn't want to lose her progress, so she obeys compliantly. I can't hold this above her head forever. She offered to give me half of her soul, and once that happens, she'll lose her power. Who will it go to, then? Some random human? I don't want to be degraded to something like Sans, able to remember every timeline, not able to stop it. Maybe if she dies, my determination will give me the power. I don't know what having half a soul is like. Is it like a starfish or earthworm - once it breaks a limb it regrows? Only God knows. I visibly roll my eyes. Like God even exists. She would really be above consequences, then. Hm.

Everyone talks, the commotion of the barrier being shattered a tidal wave, and soon every single monster packs their things to begin a new, uncrowded life on the Surface. Things move quickly, and I do indeed get my new half-soul, and, surprisingly enough, my body had been preserved all these years by the magic in the soil of the Ruins. Mom sheepishly explained she'd stolen my body to bury there instead of in the cold coffin dad gave me. I adored both their sentiments. "D-Did you find any of Asriel's dust?" I asked, scared to hear the answer. His death was more of a touchy subject, considering it was my fault he died.

"No, my child. I'm afraid Alphys used all of it on the golden flower, and the rest blew away. Dust is harder to keep safe than a body..." Which is what I despised about the unfairness of their race. Monsters were incredible, powerful creatures, full of empathy and kindness, but because of their weaknesses, they weren't considered as beautiful as I saw them. But they couldn't maintain a physical form after death, in fact, even their souls disappeared... My heart constricted. No. No pain. But I did frown, and turn around go find Flowey in the other room. I walked in to see Asriel.

"Oh! Oh... Azzy..." I blink back tears, the whites of my eyes surely turning red. "Oh, god..." I pretty much jump into his arms. "I'm so so sorry... For everything." I cry, and cry, and cry until I can't anymore. In his eyes, I'm the real monster, because of what he thinks I did the last timeline, which is why I am truly only apologizing for his death. He was just a child. He's still just a child. No one deserves what he got.

What about Frisk? Wasn't she just a child? How does anyone forgive ethnic cleansing? I begin to bottle every word of the last timeline down my throat and my mouth now become a semi-permeable exit, now and forevermore. "I missed you so much..."

I feel his hesitation as he tentatively places a hand on my tear-stained cheek. "I forgive you. You were the only thing I did miss, Chara."

I look up in surprise. "But don't you think I-I was the root of..." My voice becomes low. "the last route?"

He bites his lip but shakes his head. "It was Frisk, wasn't it?"

My stomach drops, but only in shock. "You knew?" My eyes brighten and I feel the pain of everything disappear.

"Well, there were moments of doubt. Sorry. But I know and love you more than... 'eyesight, space, and liberty'." He smiles at me, a boyish grin that makes my heart melt.

"Oh, dear Mad King Lear, thou hast gone soft for a sister's love." It was our thing. As children, we strayed far from the battling King Arthur and his opponent Mordred, and instead stuck to roleplaying the Shakespearean legacy of King Lear. I was best portrayed as his youngest daughter, Cordelia. Ironically, she was hanged in the gallows because of a tragic misunderstanding. But for Frisk's crimes, I'd daresay she deserves more than a simple ceremony of execution. "I am so glad you believe me."

"Yeah, but, I know Sans doesn't." He looks at me with perturbation clear in his eyes.

"Oh, screw that comedian. He has a right to believe whatever he wants, after all that he's been through." And the loss of his brother wasn't the only thing haunting his dreams. Every time he wakes is the possibility of a Reset timeline. Reliving the same thing, again and again, is never pleasant.

I cough and let go of him before looking around. "I should probably get back to Alphys. See you." I smile widely and leave.

It all heads downhill from there.