She does not look to be in the mood for a joke or two. The angel, wings hidden from sight to keep her identity secret, is now growing frustrated with all the monsters and things getting in the way of her JOB. That with the heavy earthen ceiling was combining to make a very itchy Caelestis.
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Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
@thats-humerus KILL ME: sans killing frisk
It had started out as an accident. Frisk wasn’t sure where they were, but the waking was sudden. Upon a bed of flowers, they stared up at a whole in the ceiling, a bright light, almost as if the sun had disappeared. Though they didn’t know … why they were there …
Then it hit them, the trip up the mountain, the threats and sneers thrown at them at the playground that recess, the way people looked down on them … yes. Yes they remembered now. But it was … nostalgic, like something that happened a long time ago, something they should have forgotten by now. Shaking their head, Frisk slowly stood, brushing off the dirt and petals from their clothes when they heard a gentle whisper …
‘ well howdy. ‘
They turned, surprise catching in their breath and they blinked at the floating entity. One so similar to themselves, yet different. The way they smiled was too happy, the weird look on their face too excited. Frisk waved a hand tentatively towards the … thing?
Soft laughter escaped the thing, and they grinned ruefully at Frisk. ‘ Mmm, I bet you’re curious about what’s going on down here, aren’t you? Oh well, why don’t we talk about this more in the next room. ‘ Frisk was about to retort, already beginning to move their hands before they froze.
Fear. Paranoia. Something strange and horrible creeping up their spine, though they didn’t know what. Swallowing thickly, they nodded, stuffing hands under their armpits they followed the corridor, the floating entity following after Frisk, warmly pointing out details before they reached the FLOWER.
Frisk trusted blindly, what reason was there not to? And, as-such, they were punished for it. Chara whispered into their ear, gently crooning about how they could help Frisk … Help Frisk hide, run away. Wrapping words around their finger until —
TORIEL showed up. Frisk saved and Chara frowned. Being pulled along by the goat mother, they smiled at her. Their first official FIGHT was strange, but it was eased and they had made Toriel happy, and that was important. Not being able to speak not being much of a problem before they were handed a telephone and Frisk just awkwardly fidgeted with it. Curiosity pushing feet forward, and …
Well, they certainly tried to go forward, but FIGHT’s were much more vicious without their impromptu mother, and that’s when it happened. In fear, they reached for that disembodied voice once more, clinging to them for ease and support, protection, and that’s when everything went horribly, horribly wrong.
Each movement was torture. Ragged breathing held between teeth before a smile twisted ‘pon their lips and Frisk found themselves in the position once held by their ghostly companion. Floating alongside them as they wandered, grinning pleasantly before SLAUGHTERING monster after monster that tried to get in their way. Frisks breath caught in their throat, finding their speech, now given through thought rather than their usual throat, they could shout. Grabbing at the hand, but their fingers slid through, unable to touch the other, the feeling of their DETERMINATION overwhelming the small child’s weaker will to continue going and they kept walking.
And slowly, they began to remember.
Each step, each monster they met, each time the knife came down and their EXP was earned, they remembered. Piece by piece, until they were shaking, shuddering, their body filled with LOVE that they did not want and memories they should not have. Talking with Toriel, trying to find a way to communicate through the phone, getting the rock to talk for them, teaching Toriel in the ruins, going with her, helping her catch bugs, the taste of snail for the first time that had their nose scrunch, but slowly getting used to the taste and the different texture of monster food verses what they were used to.
It just got worse. Chara had no patience, cruel and wicked, they sliced through everything, killing all in their path and even loitering in some places simply to pull out other monsters before they went back home. Each rush of EXP stung, making Frisk sink and whimper, their soul twisting and clenching horribly as they move forward with the body-snatcher. Toriel was none the wiser as memory after memory came to mind, the small child’s body going through the motions of one who’s done this a million times before and would do it a million times again. A toy knife twisted in the palm of their hand, blood splattered and the dust fell.
Toriel, their mother, was no more. Frisk was sobbing as it happened, unable to contain the feelings of pain and heartache that wrenched through their chest as they earned that LOVE they never wanted. They begged, pleaded, and, surprisingly, Chara followed with it. Reloading to right before they killed her …
Only to do it again. And again. And again.
The small child continued to plead, the soft whimpering slowly breaking into gentle hiccups until their DETERMINATION broke. No longer did they move, instead they stared blankly, quietly, as Chara laughed and laughed. Watching their mother DIE. Die again and again until the flinches stopped. Dead eyes and a heart already filled to the brim with SINS, they left.
And the rest of the way was quite similar. Their partner swayed on their feet, continuing to find monster after monster, Papyrus’ query of where the human was making Frisk feel fresh tears at their eyes, more monsters died, Papyrus soon followed, the words of belief … and Frisk could only look away. They wished it were true. Next came Undyne. The monster child falling to his death as Frisk looked on helplessly, Sans was nowhere to be seen … anywhere, and they felt their stomach twist in dread. They didn’t want to know where he was at …
Next was Mettaton. The robot trying to give people time to run away, but it didn’t work. Not from this monster inside of Frisk. Making their limbs move in ways they did not desire, but not having the will to fight any more. So tired and upset, all they wanted, was for it to be all over. Kill them … rip them apart. But each time the fresh pain of a shattered soul was felt, words egged on the demon, begging it keep determined, and Frisk just curled that much tighter.
Along the way … they had grown numb to their partner’s job. The pretentious ACT’ing to get a monster to feel at home with them before cutting them down and out of their way. That’s what they got, according to CHARA. That’s what they deserved. The bitter anger and determination within them hurt and scared Frisk, but all that guilt, all that pain, wrapped up the tiny child’s soul, making it grow heavier and heavier with each step, with each strike.
Even as they no longer registered anything but the freezing cold rush up their spine from more LV, or the EXP that tickled their stomach, making it difficult to swallow.
By any entity out there … it hurt so much. A constant ache that only twinged, no longer thinking, no longer acting, no longer anything.
And then … they reached that final corridor and that awful drifting they had gotten themselves to do to avoid the aching in their chest was painfully ripped to attention of a sole person standing at the middle of the hall. Darkened face, hands stuffed in his pockets, head lowered.
No …
They could feel it whisper at their non-existent throat. The one in charge of the body’s head cocked. The reaction a surprise from how long they had been silent. The croaked begging started again, even as Sans spoke … Please … no … please stop …
But they refused.
Chara dove forward, twisting their knife, no words needed as that twisted smile was sick. Sick from their insides to their outsides and Frisk … Frisk couldn’t take it. They were … always … always such a coward, weren’t they?
They couldn’t take mocking children, so they went to a mountain to KILL THEMSELVES. They couldn’t take the loneliness and pain of getting hurt, so they clung to the hand of a person who pretended to know of a way to make everything stop hurting …
But not this time.
Sans dodged well, but not well enough. Chara knew which way to go, but the sudden pressure, and Frisk was pushing in another direction, the child’s body stumbling awkwardly, swing wild, messy, so unlike before. And Chara glowered at Frisk. Blue wrapping around their soul and every pound that hurt them, they didn’t care. The KARMA draining their HP more and more and it felt like sweet relief, so they moved.
NAILING their feet inward to take a hit head-on, forcing their body to miss on purpose. And, even through Chara’s frustration, between Sans and Frisks’ barrage, they died. But … but it wasn’t what they expected.
There was laughter. Frisk felt their throat go dry. Staring at the child in disbelief. No … no they couldn’t possibly be—
In the minds cape of a GAME OVER, they could speak. They could talk to one another, and there was that wicked smile Frisk knew ever-so-well. “ oh this is SO interesting! finally something f u n to do. “ Frisk stared blankly as Chara stood up and moved forward again, and they worked hard. Ignoring how the pain crippled them. Fresh, every time. Each RELOAD keeping it so.
Once … Twice … Three times … Four times … Five times … six … seven … eight … nine, ten, eleven, twelve —
Again and again and again. The RELOADS instant, the laughter ever present on that one screen and Frisk’s body was aching from pain and fear. “ getting a little farther everytime, partner. “
Frisk was panting horribly hard as they moved to work again, just like Sans … They pleaded for Sans to hear them … Begging the older to notice them, the invisible being as Chara merely smiled while dodging. They encouraged him, though he could not respond, not listen, and they begged for death.
And again they went down.
again and again and again and again …
But it didn’t last forever. Sans was huffing, puffing, sweat trickling down his skull as he smiled awkwardly. “ you, uh … really like swinging that thing around, huh? Listen … “
Wait. Frisk’s head turned sharply. Their distraction the perfect attempt for another strike, their knife twisting harshly in their grip, but their soul, already blue, was yanked back, thrown against a pillar, pulled up, bone attacks thrown at their floating body and Chara dodged, but Frisk was staring at Sans.
Staring at their friend, unable to look away. Something felt different. Something about them was already making them tremble though they didn’t know what exactly it was.
“ i know you didn’t answer me before, but … somewhere in there, i can feel it … “ he took a long, drawn in breath. “ there’s a glimmer of a good person inside of you. the memory of someone who once wanted to do the right thing … someone who, in another time, might have been … a friend?”
Tears began to swell, and for once, in a long time Chara went dead still. Their eyes covered by brown bangs as they lifted a hand to their cheeks and the edges of their eyes. Frisk, however, would not stop looking at him.
They had been working so hard … Sans, could he see them? Could he see how hard they were trying to let him win? Could he see it? Could he feel the desire for the monster they had clung to, had ‘talked’ to, laughed with, cooked with … for the skeleton who had looked at them, not as a pain, but rather accepted them as they were. Nothing more, nothing less …
“ c’mon buddy. do you remember me? please … if you’re listening … let’s forget all of this, okay? just … lay down your weapon and … well … my job will be a lot easier. “
Frisk could feel the darker undertones in the words, but they felt something in their chest they hadn’t in a long time. A warmth, a desire, something that stitched itself together. Seeing it, seeing SANS sparing them. Sparing you. Chara, when they lifted their face was crying. Crying from the overwhelming emotions, but their shoulders were shaking in laughter. Entertainment from the pain the human was feeling, and as they stalked closer, ready to put a nail in their coffin, Frisk moved.
No.
It was their turn to REFUSE.
They stared at their partner. Their partner who was no longer smiling but stared back at them silently. They wanted to MERCY sans. There was a snorting noise before suddenly, Frisk felt their weight give way and they fell forward. The sneering whisper in their ear telling them to go ahead, see what their PRECIOUS MERCY gave them. And, their legs gave way beneath them.
That weight … the weight of all those sins finally came crashing down. Their legs were trembling, their hands pressed against the floor and they stared … stared at nothing in particular, just stared. Tears dropped slowly, slowly, turning faster and faster until an unearthly wail spilled their lips. Or … a wail.
A child with no vocal chords wailing sounds unholy. The noises they make all made with flem in their throat, gasping, croaking, awkward snot and choking, it almost felt as if the child was dying right then and there. Sans’ shifted in his spot awardly, unable to feel the pure relief the child felt for being them again, but the pain also from all those sins against their back. The sins they could not get rid of … no matter how they wished to. Slowly, unsteadily, they looked back up to sans, tears and snot dripping down their face, the awkward smile twisted on their lips as they let go of the knife.
There’s a low whistle, a grin pulled at the corners of sans cheekbones. “ … you’re sparing me?” Frisk nodded pathetically, beginning to wipe at their cheeks, their nose, their eyes, trying to stop the onslaught of tears. “ finally, buddy, pal … i know how hard it must be … 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. “ his arms opened, pulling free of the jacket as he smiled and Frisk saw it, the flickering in his eye, but they didn’t care.
They wanted to tell him how it wasn’t them, but they knew he wouldn’t believe them, as-if they had earned that belief in that last lifetime.
“ c’mere, PAL. “
And Frisk came. There was no hesitation, on wobbly legs they moved, pushing themselves up, stumbling, they fell in a collapsed pile against his chest. The soft crying back, unable to contain the relief. Boney fingers gently entangling through their hair, resting at the nape of their neck. “ there ya go, kiddo … now … i want you to do me a favor and … “ Frisk felt their neck twisted forward to look him in the eye, his eye glowing a vibrant, ghastly blue, lips pulled back, bicuspids sharp, teeth splitting into two in a demonic smile.
GET DUNKED ON!
SNAP. their back was impaled, through the chest, through their soul, the pain so harsh and so hard they couldn’t help it. Their mouth opened in a silent scream, unable to make any other noises as bones shoved, breaking skin, sticking up out of them, and their vision slowly faded out, feeling the last of their HP slipping away.
if you were really my friend. you won’t come back.
…
And Chara was howling.
As they awoke again, Frisk was at the end of the hallway, hearing their double’s laughter echoing on their eardrums and they just stared at their hands. Their lips gently pulling back into a smile. Clenching their fist when they felt a push from Chara. Wanting to get in control again. But they wouldn’t let them.
‘ what’s this? you want to spare him again? ‘
They laughed, allowing it. Frisk stepping down the corridor slowly, knife in hand as they listened to the dialogue, memorized, word-for-word. And each strike they had once helped him hit, no longer working to his confusion. The quiet nature, and he … offered it again.
And even though they knew, they tossed they knife again.
and again …
and again …
and a g a i n.
Mercy after mercy after mercy. Never once going beyond they point. They dodged and twisted, able to get out of the way so easily of all his attacks without batting an eyelash. They knew from the second they got out on the floor.
And every time. MERCY.
Even as they attacked, it was flailing, nothing like before, nothing vicious, and part of it … almost made one curious if they hit sans, if it could even hurt him at all. He watched them, not even taunting them, slowly growing quieter and quieter. Staring at the human as they walked closer.
“ kiddo, stop it … “
MERCY
He was trembling now as they walked forward with open arms. A fresh wave of tears beginning to fall down their face as they awaited for those sins to be judged once more. They did wish for forgiveness, though they never expected it. They hoped … they hoped beyond hoped that sans would understand. That he would see this … that he would realize … this was how Frisk stayed Frisk.
Even as it happened again. Pain shooting through their spine, through their neck, snapping, breaking, the horrid noises of squelching guts and the awful stench wafted through the air, only to be erased.
M E R C Y
Sans dropped to his knees, staring at the small child who dropped the knife in the beginning, not even pretending anymore. Again and again they had hit mercy. Ten times, twenty times, counting every reload from that point. They were determined …
No … not they. And even as he saw their sins, he could not place them to this child. Though he knew, that with that look on their face, the pain in their eyes, the weak, bitter smile, kneeling down next to him …
“ just reset already, kid … “
It was almost a plea, ( one Frisk could not accommodate, because chart would not let them; ) and Frisk pressed a hand to his cheekbone. Sans stiffened, staring at them, wide-eyed. Now would have been the perfect time to kill him. Now, all they would need to do was —
They pressed their soul into the palm of his hand, and closed the bone fingers around it, feeling each snap. The cracking and pain as their HP began to drain downwards with KARMA licking at it’s edges and, with a weak smile, they signed to him.
‘ i’m a big doodoo head ‘
Their body crumpled to the ground. No blood, just a corpse, laying their, the soul snapped in two and Sans stared at it. They were smiling, weakly, but smiling. Because they were still themselves.
And all sans could do, was hide his head in the fluff of his coat, and wait for Frisk to come again.
I only just recently started playing Undertale and I NEVER expected I'd be shipping Mic and a short pun-making skeleton but here we are; this is happening; and it's beautiful and terrible all at once (terrible because they're /both/ terrible and we love them for it).
Oh my god.Neither did I. She is my character and I didn’t see that coming. I mean, I understand it. It’s wonderful and cute, a large monster lady with her tiny skeleton bf. Giving him piggyback rides and both of them laughing about bone-r jokes.
But I’m glad you enjoy and I’m glad you’re playing Undertale because I love that hell game.
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when she looks, she sees only a genuinecuriosity: clumsy, somewhat strained, somewhatchildlike and innocent. there was guilt rising with thebile in the back of her throat and she tries again,forcing nausea & anxiety back, forcing her fists ather side to loose.
nimble fingers snatch the photograph away quickly,clutched to her chest like armor; there’s a tear on thecorner and she didn’t want anything to destroy it.
she tries speaking again,tears edging and cracking inbetween them, and they feel heavy onher tongue. she hates that. the lastshe saw her nane, it was in a hospital.it was all white and sterile, not her house onthe edge of a good neighborhood, not quiet.no fireflies in summer, no gumbo for dinner.
“that’s my —”
it isn’t important now, is it? ama thinks,and settles for the careful tucking of the pictureback into her pack; out of sight, out of mind.
a coping mechanism caught & learned from toomany playground fights & too many nights alone ona couch after three meals a day of frozen spaghetti.
"Sorry I'm late bro." He seemed perfectly contrite, from the apologetic tilt of his head to the sheepish curve of his smile. "But you know what they say. Time flies like an arrow." A little pause and suddenly that smile didn't look very sorry anymore. "Fruit flies like an apple."
THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND: pun-pocalypse meme !!
❛ I AM HAPPY YOU’VE RETURNED HOME SAFELY… BUT VERY UNHAPPY I JUST HAD TO HEAR THAT PUN. ❜
