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

Ch. 5 - He Made His Choice

Chara's POV~

I won.

In the end, I succeeded with my plan. I'd gotten ahold of one of Dad's bottled up souls - and by "gotten ahold of," I mean stole - taken it into my inventory, and set off to find Frisk. The power pulsed within me, and I think everyone around me could sense it, but didn't know what to make of it.

I got Frisk by her lonesome, eventually, in a spacious empty room. Not caring who heard, I forced the purple soul into her, at least once I got her to hold still, and out came her half soul, like the Sylladex in Homestuck. I snatched it up and took it in my arms, absorbing it before Frisk's hands could grasp it.

I felt it meld with its other half, and something told me it belonged here.

For the knife-wielding maniac, it was too late. She didn't know the magic it took to make the switch again, and she was too human to even use magic.

All I knew was, the moment I woke in this body, I could use magic, with or without a powerful soul. I'd grabbed her soul, the trait of perseverance, and pulled her up off the ground. "Finally. Frisk. To quote the poet, 'There will be killing till the score is paid'."

But, just my luck, I was knocked to the ground by a metaphysical kick to my gut, and I skidded to the wall beside me, hitting my head. I embrace the pain, and, with a cough, I stood. Sans was at my side, about to punch my face in, but I dodged, shutting my eyes.

Upon opening them, I'd noticed one major element. I was floating, but it wasn't Sans's magic that lifted me. It was my own. Suffice to say, red-feathered wings carried me, and I hit my head on the ceiling.

Frisk whimpered, but I only looked shocked. I remembered that feeling. Before I died, I had this hidden ability. I'd had many hidden abilities.

I flexed my fingers, and sure enough, red fire illumed the tips. My red eyes flashed deeper. But this was impossible. Because the only way that could happen was if this was the very soul I started off with. "Stealing from me, too, eh Frisk?" I cocked my head at the teary-eyed little girl.

Her blubbering cleared, and I ignored Sans's hard glare. I floated down, evanescing and emerging in front of Frisk. I took her chin in my hand, staring down at her with dull eyes. "I'd always wondered where my soul went that fated day. Did you even have a clue?"

Sans had tried to tear me from her, but I shook his hand from my shoulder as Frisk's façade changed into a smirk. "I admit, I had no clue, up until I fell, and you appeared at my side."

I'd smirked right back, and tossed her back into the floor, then turned to Sans. "Well! I see you've made your choice, hm?~ Congratulations..." I walked off. "Comedian."