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@sayhellochara

@sayhellochara

Do you know what it’s like to be in absolute control of your life? I don’t mean accomplishing your goals or having everything work out in your favor, I mean absolute control. Knowing when people would come to me, heck knowing what exactly what they would say. Knowing exactly how to solve their problems and having the power to solve them or let them fail. To start a chain reaction to save everyone or destroy them. Absolute. Control.

I had that. Had.

Let me tell you, that kind of influence was intoxicating. Everyone, whether they knew it or not, was under my thumb. They kept repeating the same mistakes and I kept deciding their fates.

How was that possible, you may ask? Sure, I know this sounds crazy, but I had the ability to control time. I gained it once I fell down Mt. Ebott, the location of the legendary Underground and its magical monsters.

Even now, I don’t know fully how I was able to manipulate time. One minute I could be in very serious danger, and the next I standing alone a few steps from the spot I would be ambushed. I couldn’t chose a specific point in time, usually I would go back in time right before a significant event. But the power to control time…helped me.

Using it, I made it farther through the Underground than any child had any right to. I made friends, and as I learned how to go back, I found ways to make them like me. All I had to do was make them happy, and they would be my friends! There was no downsides to my talent!

But one day, there was. Maybe I was bored, after all things did turn dull once I made all my friends happy and content, but I just went…back.

Back before everyone was happy. Back before I even had friends. Back to the very opening I fell down from.

So, I decided to retrace all my steps. Made my friends back, helped them with their problems, did my best to make the Underground the happiest it could be. Then it happened again. And again. And again. A part of me told me the time traveling was fine. Sure it was a little inconvenient, having to relive the same span of time over and over and over again, but it wasn’t really hurting anyone.

Until that changed too.

I don’t know what came over me. Mom, at least the goat that will eventually become my Mom, told me to practice talking out my problems with a dummy. I remember thinking, why did it matter? This object didn’t have feelings, it couldn’t be hurt, so I punched it. I made my future mother disappointed that day, but that was fine. I could just go back.

Then it hit me. I could do that for literally everything. In the Underground, I had the final say. So I hurt monsters. I killed my friends. I murdered everyone. And then I went back.

 You see, that was my real power. It wasn’t the Underground, it was the Playground. I was given the gift to toy with these souls, and all the while, I didn’t realize I was a part of the toy box.

The truth was, I wasn’t the one in charge. There was someone always with me through me escapades, someone that I didn’t notice at first. They told me what to do. They told me what to say. In the Underground, they had the final say. After a while, they revealed themselves to me. According to them, they’ve been called many things. Charlotte. Demon. Chara.

One thing was clear: they used me. I was nothing a pawn for their enjoyment. I would be pissed if I wasn’t so disgusted at myself for doing the same thing.

I don’t think Chara anticipated my resistance. After I found out they existed we argued and fought for control. Through them, I found out a lot of interesting things. Mom used to be their Mom, and Asgore used to be their Dad. They used to have a younger brother named Asriel.

That, plus information I had learned from countless visits to Alphys and her lab, put some pieces in place for me. Chara killed themselves in ordered to try do something relatedly decent; they wanted to free the Underground. Asriel didn’t like the plan, but Chara just used him like they were using me now. Asriel resisted, just like I was now, and ultimately died in the process. And if Chara was still around…that had to mean that Asriel was too.

I didn’t have any concrete evidence, but I was able to convince Chara to at least work with me to try to find him. We discovered that his soul was transferred in a small golden flower known as Flowey. I should have known. That Flower always knew more than what he was letting on. Once we were able to get to Asriel, we were able to shatter the barrier that trapped the monsters in Mt. Ebott.

I think this time, I truly did make everyone happy.  Chara and Asriel finally found piece in knowing their sacrifices helped free the Underground. My friends and I were able to escape. Plus, they were even happier than ever before!

But happily ever after wasn’t everything I thought it would be. I needed something else. Perhaps if I went back in time and reset everything? Surely that wouldn’t fix a thing. Chara would come back, and who knew if I could fight of their influences again? Besides, even if I got back, and fixed everything again, I’d just end up going back again. That wouldn’t solve my problem.

No, what I wanted wasn’t everyone’s happiness. I wanted what Chara had. I wanted what they had done to me.

I wanted to play God.