Before you read this, know that I worked on it so much I lost my understanding of basic english. So if you see any grammatical errors...uh...yeah. BUT YEAH ENJOY THE END!

I also want to mention, a friend of mine suggested that I don't release this chapter until 11:59 tonight. But I decided not to be that asshole.

Chapter 6: The End

She didn't know how long she was in the darkness of her own mind. Somehow, through sheer determination, Chara was able to not only take over her body, but push Frisk's consciousness so far into the abyss of her own mind that she could no longer see, feel, or hear anything in the outside world.

But with the last of her determination, she clung onto the ability to reset; that shining light that Chara was no doubt searching for feverishly. She told herself that no matter what, she would not let Chara have it. Chara could take her body, but not the reset.

Was it minutes that passed? Hours? Days?

What was Chara doing?

Was she hurting others?

Was she hurting her family?

Frisk clung tighter to the tiny pinprick of light, the only thing keeping her from losing her mind in the void she drifted through.

She was left with her thoughts; there were plenty.

Over and over, she thought about her family, the ones that she had brutally murdered in the timeline past. Chara said it was her that did it, but Frisk knew better—she was just as guilty. She let it happen. She could have stopped the madness at any moment. And she thought of Chara.

Chara hadn't deserved any of the terrible things that happened to her. They weren't her fault, but she still fell into rage and darkness, becoming a beast and hurting others.

The images of Chara's past played across the abyss; Frisk watched on, unable to do anything else.

Frisk wondered if Chara and Asriel hadn't plotted to break the barrier that maybe Chara wouldn't be the deranged creature she was currently. She wondered if Toriel and Asgore had given her a taste of what a true family was. Maybe Chara was happy with them? Maybe they gave her enough love to save her? But then when she possessed Asriel and the humans attacked, Frisk supposed that that pushed her over the edge finally and sent her on her murderous rampage.

The visage shifted violently to the memories of Frisk stabbing and slashing at her friends, her family, all of the innocent monsters.

Toriel…

Papyrus…

Undyne…

Alphys…

Sans…

Patience, Bravery, Integrity, Perseverance, Kindness, Justice; the six human children that came before her, and also fell victim to Chara's madness.

Frisk felt regret at not being stronger, not being able to stand up to Chara, not telling Toriel.

Not telling Sans…

She missed her family so much. She wished she could go back to them. For a moment of haze, frisk thought about resetting, just so she could see them again, but shook the want off, knowing that it would play into Chara's plan.

She wished she could hug her mother, cook with Papyrus, play-fight with Undyne, watch anime with Alphys…she even wanted to see Sans again. She wanted him to read stories to her like he did to Papyrus and her when they couldn't sleep. She wanted him to hug her with his strange warm-yet-skeletal body.

Her mind conjured up an image of them both trying to kill each other, Sans' gleaming eye staring her down with unbridled hatred. She remembered the singed flesh, the cracking of bones, with voice growling at her.

She regretted much.

She wondered if her family knew what she had done.

She wondered if Sans told them all the atrocities she committed. If he did, and they hated her for it, she knew she deserved it.

Frisk let Chara win; so this was her punishment: uncertainty and an eternity with all of her sins.

RESET

The word echoed all around her, beckoning her to summon a reset.

But she held on with all that she had.

She cried out for someone to save her, for Chara to stop, but there was nothing except the images of her past self's ravenous appetite for death.

They taunted her, and Frisk knew that it was Chara's way of trying to wheedle the last bit of determination away, so she could tear the ability to reset from Frisk's hands.

RESET

Again the words echoed, reverberating off the invisible walls of Frisk's prison.

She couldn't take much more.

RESET

She was losing her will, her hope, her determination…

RESET

She wanted her family more than anything. She wanted to be safe in her bed with her family.

RESET

Her grip on the tiny light that kept her suspended in the timeline began to slip.

She messed up this reality…she could just make a new one…

As she was mentally bracing herself for the light of a new time to envelope her, she felt the darkness stir uncomfortably.

Holding on, her eyes connected to a small divot of light shining through the abyss. What was going on? The light was bright, bright enough to make Frisk squint the eyes she wasn't entirely sure she had.

She felt something she hadn't felt in a long time: hope.

Moving closer to the light, she looked out, and heard a voice that made her cry in relief.

"Hey kiddo, wake up."

Sans.

It was Sans! He came for her!

She took a moment to recoil in terror; maybe he came to kill her, but she shook the thought away. Sans didn't sound angry, he sounded gentle and just as relieved as Frisk.

The light pin-prick became bigger as Frisk felt more hopeful, and then she saw him: he was ragged, with dark rings around his eye-sockets, his ever-present grin cracking with a timid hope. His features gave him away as a skeleton that had spent days scouring everywhere looking for her.

She called out to him.

But it was not her voice that sounded out.

"Sans!" It was Frisk's voice, controlled by Chara, who had put on a sickly-sweet tone to mask her true intentions, which, Frisk could now feel full force emanating from her.

"Kid, are you ok? Did Chara hurt you?"

Sans.

Frisk wished to call out to him. She willed it so hard; she cried out for him to save her, for Chara to stop. She could see what Chara was planning, she could feel it; she could hear the sinister laughter in the back of Chara's mind.

Sans' skeletal hands encircled Frisk's chin and she felt a simultaneous feeling of reassurance and disgust. She could feel his worried gaze upon her, looking to make sure she was ok.

"Uh, that cut on your arm, what happened? Are you ok?" He sounded as though he was trying to hide how scared and worried he actually was as he wore his usual grin.

But it was cracking, as though he couldn't keep up the façade any longer.

Frisk, still in a haze of not being in control of her body, but still feeling and seeing what Chara could see, watched as Chara brought Frisk's hands up to meet Sans'.

"I'm ok."

Frisk could feel the tension as Chara tried to make her voice match Frisk's tone as much as possible, but heard the sweetly sick audio of Chara's sad attempt, as though it was nails on a chalkboard.

"I've just been through a lot." Chara attempted to cover up how off her voice sounded, matching Frisk's.

Sans' grin faltered just a little bit, and for a moment Frisk wondered if he knew.

She wondered if he knew there was something very wrong about her.

"I was scared. I missed you, and Papyrus, and Toriel, and everyone else." Frisk felt her mouth twist into what she supposed was a sad smile as crocodile tears filled her eyes.

"…y'know, I looked everywhere for you. We've, uh, all been worried."

Frisks' hands gently pulled Sans' down and she could feel a wave of anticipation as Chara pulled the short skeleton in for a hug, which he was more than happy to oblige.

"Wait." Sans pulled away, and Frisk could feel Chara's breath hitch, the tension inside of her building to an earth-shattering crescendo. Frisk was all of a sudden very aware of the knife she had long discarded in her back pocket. "What happened to Chara?"

Frisk could feel the hesitation, the twitch Chara gave out as she paused.

"She's gone. Her determination wasn't as strong as mine. She can't hurt us anymore."

Sans eyed her, a hint of doubt in his eye-sockets, but he nodded and his grin grew wider.

"Good. But are you sure you're ok? Uh, your arm's bleeding, y'know?"

"It's been a long week, but I'm better, now that you're here. And yeah, I fell down earlier." Chara re-initiated the embrace, tugging Sans arms so she could go in for a hug. Sans cocked his skull but held his arms up, letting Frisk's body crash into him.

Frisk screamed as loud as she could, begging Chara to stop.

"Shut it. Just shut up. Stay gone like you're supposed to." Chara's voice sounded, low and dangerous, thrusting Frisk away from the little space she had to watch Sans.

But she held on, defiant, willing herself to stay, to fight against her captor and try to reach out to Sans.

"Reset or I'll kill him; stay down in there, Frisk." Chara hissed, the sound filling up the void.

Frisk remained determined, refusing to back down. But her shrieking returned as she felt her arm reach behind her back and grab the hilt of the blade.

No.

Please no.

"I'm going to do it, Frisk. Just let your pathetic determination go. Just reset, damn you."

Frisk heard Sans sigh. She felt the blade raise up.

Images of her friends and family surged through her head.

She watched them all die.

NO.

She would not let it happen again.

Her own determination surged like a storm from within, enough to catch Chara off guard and she hesitated briefly.

"Huh. I've seen this before." Sans low voice broke the shock of Chara as he ripped her knife away, staring at it in remembrance. "Geez, kid. Not so sharp, are ya? You remember how this played out before, right?" His empty eye-sockets stared back at her, a seething rage beginning to stir from within.

"Frisk! What are you doing?!"

She heard Chara's voice call out, plain as day, the masquerade of trying to be Frisk over, as Frisk took back control, forcing her body to stumble back as she fought the influence. She could feel fully her body, she could see completely; Frisk was fighting back.

Frisk could not completely overthrow her, but it was enough for everything to fall into place for Sans, who was staring back at her, his eye on the blade in his hand. Frisk could almost hear the strain and creak of his teeth on each other as he struggled to keep his grin up.

"So, uh, Chara. What the hell are you doing, controlling my kid?"

Chara smirked wildly.

"Oh, you know, the usual. Chaos, mayhem. Not that it should matter to trash like you." Chara sneered back at him, her rage bubbling through.

"You idiot Frisk, I won't forget this." Chara was full of wrath, but Frisk did not back down, determined to not let Chara take back her control, determined to keep her from hurting Sans, or anyone else.

Sans glared back at her, and Frisk felt shivers run down her spine.

"Is she in there?"

"Who? Oh, you mean Frisk?" Chara's smirk widened. She put a finger on her chin, mockingly thoughtful. "Well, gosh, you know, I haven't heard a peep out of her in some time." She giggled, noting the look of horror that glimmered across Sans' expression. "I guess she's gone! Oh please, are you really that surprised though? You let this happen before, too."

Frisk watched as Sans' shook in rage, his ever-present grin twisting into that of a snarl as he stared down the little girl. She wanted to call out to him, tell him she was ok, just…trapped. His expression was scaring her—he looked even more angry than when they fought before.

"Kid." Sans took a step forward; Chara's smirk faltered ever so slightly, but she persisted, standing her ground. His eye began to gleam that frightening cyan color and both girls watched in terror as the beam-shooting skeletal heads began to glimmer into existence.

"He's going to kill us, you know. He'll really do it." Chara's voice was shaking, but she still had an arrogant sound to her. "If you don't want to be destroyed again, reset."

But then Sans' expression relaxed and the blasters disappeared.

"Frisk. Kiddo." He smiled sadly. "C'mon. I know you're in there. There's no way, uh, Chara would win against you again. I mean, you know what's at stake right? You wouldn't just give up your body to her again, right?" Frisk could barely make out a glimmering of water—or was it tears—forming in Sans' eye-sockets. "Say something kid. I need to know you're still alive in there."

Frisk fought Chara for control of her mouth, her lungs, her vocal chords. She desperately wanted to tell Sans she was ok and to not hurt her or Chara.

"Save your pity." Chara's voice cut into her, like a knife, causing her to recoil momentarily.

Without warning, Chara bounded forward, catching Sans by surprise as she tore the knife out of his hand and leaping away before he could surround her with his blue magic.

Seemingly impressed by her own acrobatics, she laughed manically as she looked back at Sans, who appeared almost as stunned as Chara did that that sneak attack worked.

"Well. Guess that's that." He concluded, summoning his skeletal heads. "I, uh, know I said this before, but…you're really not gonna like what happens next…"

Chara said nothing, but lunged forward again, holding the knife in front of her, ready to stab Sans' eyes out. Beams of energy collided all around her—none being able to touch her as she weaved in and out, striking out at Sans.

Frisk watched on in horror, trying her best to throw off Chara. She wracked her mind for all the images she could think of that would possibly make Chara flinch, or throw her off, but she was so focused on Sans' enraged expression, the massive monstrous head firing energy at her, the heated feeling as they barely missed her sensitive flesh.

"That won't work, fool. I've had years to replay those horrible images in my head." Chara hissed at her, the reverberations causing enough pain to leave Frisk out of commission for a few moments.

When everything came back into focus, she could hear Chara's taunting voice, and saw Sans' form breathing hard, his energy running out, maybe due to lack of sleep.

"—you holding back, trashbag? REALLY? You know Frisk is long gone. If you don't kill me, I'll kill everyone you love." Chara giggled, relishing the chaos and destruction and how Sans couldn't seem to get a hit on her.

Sans said nothing, but glowered back at her, summoning a wave of bones to strike out and impale her. Chara effortlessly danced around them, laughing gleefully the entire time. Knife in hand, she slashed down at Sans, only to miss as he teleported away a distance.

Frisk would have paled if she could have; Sans was holding back because of her. He was, right? He cared about her, right?

All of a sudden, Frisk saw him for what he was.

As much as he tried to be as detached from everyone as possible, tried to remain as neutral as possible to every scenario, he felt the impact deeply, maybe even more so than anyone else. He always had a smile on, no matter how painful it was. Even when he knew what Frisk had done, he didn't try to hurt her, he only ever tried to talk to her. He wanted to share her pain in his own way.

He was always looking out for her.

How had Frisk not seen it before?

Why had she been afraid of her friend?

Frisk called out to Sans; she was sorry. She wanted to be saved.

"Tch. You won't overtake me Frisk, I'm—"

Chara stopped taunting her; Frisk was suddenly very aware of tears spilling from her face.

Sans' eye-sockets widened visibly.

"Kid?" He called hopefully, dropping his hand down slightly.

She called out again, her voice suddenly cascading through, unable to be stopped by Chara.

"What are you doing!?" Chara's panicked cry sounded all around Frisk, but she would not be daunted.

Frisk called out again.

Save her. Please.

"You are not in control, Frisk."

Frisk was thrown out of focus, falling back down into the darkness as a black aura engulfed her body, Chara shaking with rage.

Frisk fumbled and stuggled to keep hold of the tiny light that would cause the timeline to cease to exist. Chara's vicious aura was enough to make her wish for death, its' presence so painful and striking against her so fervently Frisk felt as though she was losing her mind for real.

Through a haze of pain and blackness, Frisk was vaguely aware of Sans' and Chara's continual struggle.

Sans lashed out with his skeletal monster heads, their beams singing the ground all around.

Chara fought back, every slash coming closer and closer to Sans' body.

Sans was getting tired. Chara was getting stronger.

Frisk couldn't feel or hear them anymore, lost to the violent whirls of Chara's mental assault.

A thousand magic bones lay all around, Chara having dodged each one, her menacing aura growing stronger by the moment.

Again and again she struck out, finally able to slash away at Sans; the skeleton was barely avoiding each hit, with his Jacket being torn to shreds with each successive swing of the blade.

Frisk suddenly felt a surge of victory as she pushed back up to the pin-prick of light, Chara's momentary lapse in concentration allowing her to resurface.

Sans was worn out, looking sadly up at Chara, saying something that Frisk couldn't quite hear.

What was he saying? Was he trying to talk to her? Or Chara?

She focused in, all of her senses straining to get feeling back.

"You're a fool, Smiley-Trashbag." Frisk could hear Chara's voice rife with a enjoyment. She stared down at Sans heavily breathing figure, victory within her grasp, her grin widening vilely. "You shouldn't have held back. You really should have tried to kill me. Oh well, once trash, always trash."

Frisk could hear now. She panicked. What was she going to do? Sans was about to…about to…

"Kiddo." Sans called out softly. "Hey, uh, if you're in there, now would be the perfect time to come out. Show this punk who you are. C'mon kiddo. You're so much stronger than this." He begged her, tears falling from his empty eye-sockets. He remained on his knees, seemingly too tired to even move. "Please. You can do it. Don't you want to go home? Tor and Pap, everyone's waiting…so please."

"Those are some pretty bad choices for last words, trashbag." Chara sneered, playing with the blade in her hand disinterestedly. "Frisk? Strong? Are you kidding? If she was 'strong,' we wouldn't be here, now would we?" She raised the blade up, giving a few practice swings.

"Frisk…" Sans began again, more desperate and hurt. "Aren't you the hero who broke the barrier? Aren't you the one who saved all of us monsters? Sure, you had a rough start…and, uh, the next timeline didn't exactly go…well…but what about this one? You've made Papyrus so happy. You've given Toriel a will to go on…and Alphys and Undyne…you're their friend too…And me…" He hesitated briefly. "You've given me more than my fair share of happiness. Please…I don't want to lose you, kid."

"Ugh." Chara let out a sigh in disgust. "This is getting sad, even for you. I'm done. Frisk," Chara added aloud in a noncommittal manner. "Either reset or I'll kill him. In fact, I'm just going to end him. I don't think I can't take anymore pathetic whining from this trashbag." She grinned wickedly down at Sans, the corners of her mouth stretched as wide as they could go. "Time to end this."

The knife raised and Frisk let out a terrified scream for cessation. She screamed and shouted as much as her ethereal lungs could manage.

No.

No.

NO!

How could she let Chara win!?

Why was she so weak!?

All of her friends, her family, she let them die once! And now, because of her, Chara would rise again! She would hurt them—no, she would destroy reality itself! There would be nothing left.

She would never see her family again.

Toriel.

Papyrus.

Sans.

Undyne.

Alphys.

No, she couldn't let that happen. It didn't matter how much determination Chara had, or how much Frisk had. She had to fight back.

She had to save everybody.

With a feral scream she didn't know she had, her mind surged, the feeling in her arms and legs regained, the control over her voice and being returned.

"Stop it Frisk!"

Chara screamed out, trying to retake her victim, trying to push Frisk back into the void yet again.

"Just let me win!"

But she refused.

"You're nothing, Frisk!"

She felt every part of her writhe in pain as Chara's grip on her began to deteriorate and dissolve, the once-human's influence and presence was whipping off of her.

"Don't you understand I have to do this?!"

But Frisk wasn't listening, focusing every part of her being on expulsing the parasite from within.

"I have to…I have to!"

Frisk fell to her knees, the hard ground telling her she was now present in her rightful body as the purge continued. From far away she could hear Sans' screams. She couldn't understand him, but felt his hands grip her shoulders—yes, her own shoulders, not Chara's, as the last bit of her essence was seized out of Frisk.

"Please…"

Chara's presence, like a think black ooze, slithered off of Frisk, defeated. It pooled around her, fallen and disgusting, trying desperately to cling onto Frisk.

"I have to destroy everything…I have no happiness. I have nothing…"

Frisk got up to her feet, shaking, as she stepped out of Chara, whose oozing tendrils attempted to catch ahold of Frisk, begging her not to leave.

"You have your family…I have no one…please…"

Frisk shot a glance as Sans, who was looking from Frisk to the inky pool on the ground, which was trying to collect itself into the form a small girl, faltering and failing to maintain a humanoid shape. In the center was a small, red, heart-shaped orb, covered in cracks and scratches. It beat pitifully, each beat getting fainter and fainter.

"My mom and dad…Toriel and Asgore…I miss them so much…Asriel…I'm so sorry…"

Frisk tried to call out to Chara, but watched, breath hitched, as she saw Sans slowly get to his feet. His eye-sockets were empty and his fists were clenching and unclenching as he shook. Fury was etched into his features, though he still wore his tired smile.

"I just want to go back…I want to see them again…"

Sans stood over the small figure and peered down at it with vengeance.

"You. You don't deserve mercy for what you've done." He spoke, low and slowly, hauntingly.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…I just wanted to go back…I just wanted them to love me…"

"Too late for that." He summoned forth a barrage of bones, floating, waiting for Sans to strike. "You killed everyone. You hurt my family. You hurt Frisk."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

Sans hesistated for a moment when Frisk called out to him.

"I'm sorry…please don't hurt me…please…"

Spare her.

Chara wasn't worth the LOVE or EXP. For the first time in a long while, Frisk was meeting Sans head-on, and looking him right in the eye-sockets unflinchingly as she moved in front of Chara.

"Please don't kill me…please don't hurt me. Mommy…daddy…"

Sans looked down at his feet and then back up at Frisk, a solemn expression on his face.

"Look kid. I'm going to do what I have to do to make sure she doesn't hurt you, or anyone else ever again." Sans tried to put a hand on her shoulder to move her out of the way, but Frisk remained, staring up at him with that same look of determination she had long ago.

"Frisk…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…"

She told him that she couldn't help it. She was broken. Betrayal from her parents, torture from strangers, the mental institute, watching Asriel die…they short circuited her, made her into something she wasn't—a beast. She didn't deserve to be killed.

"Please…don't hurt me…"

Frisk turned to look at Chara, the inky mass of coagulation that was still on the ground, writhing and weeping to itself in misery. That black ooze, she realized was merely the manifestation of Chara's inner darkness. She covered herself in it, trying to protect herself with her own madness, all becoming more lost in the process.

She deserved Mercy.

Once again, Sans shook his head.

"No. Kid. You're wrong. If we let her go…" He left his words hanging there, before gently pushing Frisk out of the way. "It's time." Sans moved forward.

Frisk didn't know what to do. Chara didn't deserve death, not for what she had been through. And Sans…he didn't need any more violence in his life. Sans raised his arm, and with a dash, Frisk dove in front of him, cradling what solid form Chara had in her arms.

"What the hell are ya doin', kid!?" Sans shouted at her, probably more scared that he was about to impale the human than anything.

Frisk looked back at him and then back at Chara.

"Frisk…I'm so sorry…don't hurt me…"

Frisk told her it was okay. She was forgiven and everything would be okay.

"No. no it won't. I've done terrible things, Frisk. I've hurt so many people. I deserve to die, but I don't want to go."

Chara sobbed into Frisks' shirt, her body beginning to solidify into that of a human girl, the red, cracked soul thumping along in the center. Frisk pat her head, still holding onto her. She told Chara that yes, she did horrible things, but it was because she was angry and scared. And people make mistakes when they don't know what to do—like her parents, like the people at the mental institute, like the humans who attacked and hurt Asriel. There was no going back with her mistakes, either, she had to face them head on.

"You…you could reset…you could go back and make all this never happen…"

Frisk shook her head. No, she couldn't. After all this time, she still didn't want to take away her family's happy ending—nor could she take away any of the other monster's futures. It wouldn't be fair to them, or anyone. Chara nodded gravely, in understanding.

They stayed like that in silence, the only sounds to be heard were Chara's sniffles.

"Frisk…I really am sorry. I wish I could take it all back."

Frisk told her she understood. She also wished Chara could take everything back. But it wasn't going to happen. There was nothing to do now but move on and try to live better. The cracks on Chara's soul grew , but the sludge that made up her body began to fade.

"But, I'm dead. There is no 'living on' for me. There is nothing for me. Still…"

Frisk broke off the embrace and stared at Chara. What was happening? Her soul was starting to break apart, the pieces that were coming off were disintegrating as they did. Noting the look of horror on Frisk's face, Chara smiled at her, her appearance no longer grotesque, but as the rosey-cheeked human girl she once was long ago.

"My anger and sins were the only thing holding my soul together. Because of you, your mercy, I don't have them to keep me here."

Frisk interjected that they could share a body again; Frisk's soul could house them both. And things could be different! They could share Frisk's family, Chara could have her mother back again. From behind her, Sans made a noise of objection, but she ignored him, trying to convince Chara not to let herself die.

"Thnak you. Frisk you've showed me far more kindness than I deserve. I really…don't want to die…" Tears streamed down her face, falling down onto the ground below. "But I think it's for the best."

Frisk grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, but she was already disappearing, her soul down to just a few small fragments.

"I'm…going to go see Asriel now. Frisk?"

Her soul was just two small fragments, barely hanging together. Frisk shouted for Chara to possess her body before she disappeared completely; she could still be saved.

"Do me a favor…take care of my mom? I mean, Toriel, ok?"

It was too late to stop Chara now, her body was twinkling in and out of existence, but Frisk nodded, tears starting to form. Chara smiled, and mouth the words to something, but Frisk couldn't hear her.

She was already gone.

There was silence as the two, skeleton and human, took in the quiet. Frisk slumped down, sitting on her legs, not sure what to do next, but feeling a supreme sense of regret.

The crunch of gravel was heard behind her as Sans made his way next to her, sitting down with a sigh.

"It's ok, kiddo. It's ok." His voice was soft, but low.

Frisk didn't turn to look at him, but sighed, still letting Chara's passing sink in. She could have been saved… Why didn't she just share a body? She wanted to repent, wouldn't that have been a good start?

"Kid. She was beyond saving. She was. But ya did what you could. I'm real proud of ya for that." Sans tenderly placed a skeletal hand on Frisk's head. She turned to look up at him, glad for some form of affection after having only abuse and loneliness for so long. But locking eyes to eye-sockets, she paled.

She could still remember the crunch of bones, the sight of her own blood spilling out of her body, Sans' merciless expression, ready to kill her, and his voice—oh his voice—steeped in an undying rage as he screamed at her.

Frisk lurched away from his hand, shaking slightly. She got up, ignoring Sans' protests and worried questions, suddenly wanting to put as much space as possible between them.

Even after all this, she still couldn't look at him without remembering the horrible things they both went through. Sans got up, trying to soothe her.

"It's ok, kiddo. I'm not going to hurt ya."

But Frisk shook her head, only able to see his gleaming cyan eye, staring into her own vengefully. He was still mad, and he had every right to be.

Even with Chara gone, no longer whispering terrible things into her ear, twisting Frisk's mind into something it wasn't, convincing her she was something she wasn't, all she could feel was fear when she looked to the skeleton.

"What do ya see when ya look at me?" He demanded softly, taking a step towards her. "Please. Frisk, just talk to me."

The step closer to her made Frisk nearly jump out of her skin. She was terrified, the feeling of being impaled with Sans' bones suddenly more vivid than it ever was.

"Kiddo, what do you see?" He repeated, more worried. "It's ok."

Frisk couldn't take much more, the oppressive memories bearing down on her enough to make her puke. Glancing behind her quickly, she took a few experimental steps back, and then dashed away into a full sprint. Terrified, she heard the familiar sound of the skeletons' teleportation as he fizzled out of reality.

"Kid!" Sans appeared right in front of her, taking her by the shoulders. "You can't do this again, ok? Please, stop running from me."

She refused to look him in the eye-socket and looked everywhere but at him, trying to find an escape route as she shook in fear. He seemed to notice this, and Frisk caught perhaps a look of…hurt? From her peripheral before it warped back into raging hatred. She shuddered and tried to hold back a cry.

"Don't run away. It's ok. I won't hurt ya." His voice was so tender, but his image was so ghastly. Sans let go, maybe knowing that his touch scared her almost as bad as his presence. "Kid. Please. I don't want you to run anymore. I—I don't think I could take it if you left me—us—again." His voice broke, and upon hearing the break, Frisk looked up reflexively, never having known Sans to be anything other than angry, happy or relaxed at that point. Sure enough, tears were falling down his skull, and for a moment, the angry façade her mind kept remembering was replaced with Sans' usual face.

He was tired, dark circles under his eye-sockets, his jacket was unusually worn and pale, even his bones looked paler than usual, not his normal ivory-toned hue. He was a mess. In the back of her mind she recognized that it might have been her fault. Sans may have gotten that way because he had been so worried about her, maybe he had even spent most of his waking hours just trying to find her that he never took care of himself the entire time.

She asked him if he was ok.

"Heh. Kiddo, I should be the one asking ya that." He gave a small dark chuckle. "But, nah. Kid. I'm not. I'm far from ok."

In a small voice, Frisk asked if it was her fault.

"…not entirely." Sans breathed, and the guilt his words imparted stung. "But I really worried myself over you. We all did. …Worried us right to the bone. Heh. Sorry kid, too soon, huh?" Frisk must have made a face, so he apologized, his words full of regret. He tried again, softer, more soothing this time. "She's gone, ya know. You don't have to be afraid anymore."

Frisk reflexively let her head shake, but remained silent. She couldn't tell him why he terrified her so.

"Why won't you look at me?" She saw Sans move, maybe to cup her chin with his hand, but he stopped as she winced. "Are…ya trying to run…from me? Is it me…you're afraid of?"

Her silence was telling. Frisk stared down at her feet, noticing how much more worn they looked than when she first left. Sans shifted in front of her; she supposed the revelation was a little disconcerting. She suddenly felt horrible.

But she spoke up, slowly and softly, that she was afraid of him. He had done terrible things to her—she remembered them all, especially how they felt. But she also was filled with a vast and deep regret of all the things she had done—for she remembered them all now, every detail, every scene now replayed in her head. Everytime she looked at him, she would remember her sins, and it hurt. The whole situation could have been avoided; she regret not telling Sans, she regret not telling her family, she regret letting herself be possessed in the first place. With hesitance and uncertainty, she confided that her greatest worry was that her family would disown her after everything, that they would remember, or that Sans would tell them and they would hate her for everything. Under her breath she added that it would be something that she deserved.

She was afraid of the Sans from the past timeline, the one who had witnessed her do terrible things to his friends and brother, of course he would be mad and hate her. But this Sans…the one in front of her, he didn't do anything wrong. He loved her like…a parent would. He supported her, maybe even more than her own mother did. And Frisk had done nothing in the current timeline to make him hate her.

Except for when Chara tried to take over her. That would make anyone question her, and maybe even hate her.

"Kid." Sans sudden voice, shaking and broken spoke up. "None of us could ever hate ya."

She looked up, his voice shocking her. Tears streamed from his hollow eye-sockets and he tenderly took her small hand with his rough phalanges as he kneeled in front of her. She didn't fight him, but looked back down at her feet and the tips of his patella, which peeked out from the edge of his black shorts.

She was quiet and fought back a fresh round of tears, thinking to herself that she had never actually seen Sans cry before. She felt even worse, if it was possible. Her voice nearly broke, but she told him that she didn't deserve her family, and especially not him. Not after what she did to them and put them through.

"Frisk, if that's true, then everything you said to that creat—Chara—was a lie."

She looked up at him, shocked. He was right.

"And what did you say to her? 'Everyone makes mistakes' and 'just move on and try to live better?' Words to live by, kiddo." He smiled at her, and continued, voice still shaking. "It's ok. You're safe now. I won't hurt you. I…know I did some really messed up stuff to you. I can't take it back—we both remember it, and probably will 'til the rest of our lives, but…please don't be afraid of me. Please don't run away again...please…" He chuckled darkly. "Hell, kid. I should be the one asking you not to hate me."

Frisk didn't know what to do. Of course she could forgive Sans and of course she could never hate him. She knew he was justified in what he did. But forgetting it…that was different. The pain was all too real and easily remembered. She didn't want to be afraid of him. He took care of her; he loved her like a parent would. She glanced up at him. She could barely see traces of the rage-fueled skeleton that tormented her so in the previous timeline; now all she could see was Sans, her guardian, looking pitifully at her, crying silently while awaiting a response. Swallowing hard, Frisk untangled her hand from his, ignoring a sad protest from Sans, before leaping into him, her small fragile arms locking around his neck as she cried into him, saying that she could never hate him and that he had been forgiven long ago.

Sans said nothing, perhaps shocked from the sudden spurt of affection. Frisk could feel his boney arms encircle her delicately at first, then with more strength.

"Kid…I—" He didn't finish, too worked up and emotional.

Frisk told him she was sorry for running away, sorry for everything that she did to him, their family, the monsters in the underground; told him she's sorry for not being stronger, for trying to kill him again. She cired out apologies until they no longer make sense. After a while, she felt herself lifted into the air, but still resting against Sans' ribcage, the skeleton cradling her close.

"Kid. I could never hate ya. You're the best damn human in this world. One of the best things that's happened to me…" His voice was so soft, Frisk had to strain to hear him. "I know it's too late…but I wish ya had told me. Y'know, kid. This whole time. I wanted to help you. I was too damn silent and lazy. I thought…I thought maybe it would work itself out, y'know?" His voice caught, hitching on something.

Frisk hugged harder, her forehead pressed into the vertebrae of his neck as she listened to him. She was still scared. Feeling his boney hands on her reminded her of being impaled by his bone attacks, but she persisted, not wanting to be afraid. He pulled away, his forehead resting on hers for a beat, and then he looked into her eyes. She refused to turn away, knowing that she needed to meet him head on.

"I don't blame you for any of this, kiddo. None of us do. We want you home. We want you safe. We want you happy."

Frisk nodded as Sans puts her down. Quickly he rubbed the tears from his eyes before wiping away Frisk's with his sleeve.

"Geez, kid. Can't believe how beat up you look. It's like you were homeless for several days or something." He tried to make a joke, and Frisk offered a small sad smile. "I think we should go home now. Everyone's worried. They, uh, don't know I've found you yet though." He gave her a sheepish look and she returned it, rubbing the back of her head.

She apologized again.

"Ya don't need to keep apologizing, kiddo. It's gonna be ok." Gingerly, he rubbed the top of her head, mussing her already messy head.

Frisk playfully slapped his arm away and he grinned.

She felt so much better now and the relief of everything came crashing down. Her adrenaline no longer continually pumping, and no oppressive force in her head, she felt heavy, yet light at the same time.

"Well, ready to go home?" Sans asked, his tone more laid back and chipper, like his usual self, though still guarded; his expression looked similar to how she imagined hers looked: tired.

Frisk stopped in her tracks, about to affirm that she was ready. But in actuality, she wasn't. She turned to him and asked for some time alone with him. She wanted to spend enough time with him until she was no longer scared of him, or twitching in fear when he turned to look at her. She wanted to stop remembering the Sans that tried to kill her, only remembering Sans her guardian, the cool, punny skeleton; she wanted him to only remember the pacifist Frisk, the one who would never hurt anyone.

He quickly turned away, and Frisk thought maybe he was mad at her request, until she noted the light blue tinge on his cheekbones, and nearly let out a laugh when she realized he was being bashful.

"Sure, kid. We, uh, can do that." He turned back to look at her, his blush nearly gone as he recollected himself. "Well, where do you want to go? What do you want to do?"

Frisk could no longer hold back, and let out a yawn, her eyes drooping from her lack of sleep over the course of not only her running away, but from before. Sans grinned, and then yawned himself.

"That, uh, actually sounds good to me." He offered his hand to her. "C'mon kid. I know a shortcut."

Sans had picked out not necessarily the nicest-looking motel, but it wasn't dirty or dingy like Frisk assumed most of them were. By the time they had gotten a room, Frisk was falling asleep outside, leaning up against the wall as Sans took care of getting the key.

Her vision was getting blurry and she struggled to stay awake, the want and need for sleep lulling her into nearly falling over. She caught herself and gently rubbed her eyes, trying to figh off sleep until she could get into a bed. Sans finally came out of the office, whistling through his teeth, somehow, and waved her over. She didn't have the strength to move, and she nearly stumbled into the ground, face-first when she tried to take a step. As if on cue, Sans appeared next to her.

"C'mon kiddo. We're almost there." He reassured her, helping her to her feet. Frisk sleepily grabbed a hold of his hoodie sleeve and he led her through the motel parking lot over to their room. As soon as Sans opened the door, Frisk was already on the bed, nearly asleep, a quick goodnight to him before she fell right to sleep.

It was long.

It was peaceful.

No one was there to mentally assault her.

For the first time in a long while, her sleep was dreamless.

Sans breathed a heavy sigh when he saw the kid collapse. She was tired, dead tired—he shuddered at his own joke, remembering Chara. He looked around, looking at the two twin-sized beds and ths simple decorations that adorned the place: a dark, wooden desk in the corner, a small TV sitting quietly on a stand, the remote placed haphazardly on top, a cabinet with three drawers against the far wall, and a door to the bathroom. Sure, the place wasn't classy, it wasn't as if Sans had a lot of money on him to get them something nice, besides, he reasoned to himself, they were just using it to sleep in.

He was tired, so tired.

All that time spent running around, looking for his kid wore him out. When he finally found her he had been so happy. But then Chara.

Chara.

He could have spat at her name. He was still angry, angry that the little urchin had made Frisk suffer so, but he was relieved she was gone. Granted, Sans did admit that he was disappointed he didn't get to scold the little freak for everything (or get any better hits in), that she just poof'd without any repercussions for her actions. That wasn't fair to him, Frisk, or their family. But he relented. The ordeal was over.

Now he just had to care for Frisk.

He looked over at her sleeping form.

"Man, kid. Ya really conked out, huh?" Very carefully he eased the covers back and placed her into them, giving her head one final pat before he made his way to the other bed. He sat down, his bones creaking tiredly as he sighed heavily, more cathartic than for any actual breath he was holding.

It had hurt.

It had hurt deeply when she said that she was afraid of him. She had looked at him with an expression of fear and loathing. A part of him ached and nearly broke. That was the kind of stuff that he couldn't take—hell, it made him cry. But the kiddo listened to him, she told him that she forgave him, actually wanted to spend some time with him so that she could face him normally. He felt fresh tears well up, overcome with emotion and grief.

She had said she felt like she didn't deserve her family.

"Heh, kid." His laugh was dark, his eye-sockets empty. "It's me that doesn't deserve you."

Sans still didn't know the hell she went through, what she saw, what Chara made her do. It sent shivers down his spine. He felt for her and wished he could do more for his kid. In the morning, he decided, they would talk about everything.

She had said she was afraid of them hating her.

"Ironic." Sans muttered out, everything the kid had said being a reflection of himself. They were more alike than either thought-both worried about the same things.

Again his eyes, the pinpricks of light, latched onto Frisk as she soundlessly snored. It wasn't as if he could so easily forget her twisted expression as she rushed forward, using all of her strength to try and kill him as savagely as possible. Even though he knew it was Chara, it was still a memory he couldn't forget. But he wanted to, for Frisk's sake and his. Neither of them needed to remember the past at this point. He rubbed the back of his vertebrae; his neck was stiff, he ached all over. He hadn't slept in days and suddenly the bed seemed even more inviting than it already was, as if it were possible.

He laid down, finally letting himself relax a little bit. In the back of his hazy, soon-to-be-asleep mind, he belatedly realized he had never called Toriel and the others to let them know Frisk was ok. He yawned, musing to himself that he was a lazy bag of bones, and that he would do it when he woke up.

Sans awoke the next morning, amazed that he actually got a decent night's sleep for once. Maybe it was all the relief that Frisk was safe, alive, and not acting insane. Whatever it was, Sans was grateful for it as he stretched his bones and cracked his joints. Looking over at the tiny human snuggled under the covers, he couldn't help but let himself grin that she was still asleep. He peered over at the clock on the night table; it was only 9. Sans wanted to go back to sleep; it was far too early for him, but he got off the bed, remembering that he had to call Toriel and everyone to let them know Frisk was ok, and that they were going to take their time coming home.

He stood up and dug for the small cell phone in his pocket, pulling it out and grimacing; he had a ton of missed calls. He sighed, feeling like an ass for worrying everyone more than necessary and dialed Toriel's phone.

It barely rang before he heard Toriel's panicked voice through the receiver.

"Sans?! Thank goodness, I've been trying to get a hold of you! Why didn't you respond to any of my texts?"

"Uh," Sans began, realizing he had put his phone on mute when he found Frisk in the park. "I wasn't text-pecting it to be on mute, but it, uh, was." He could have punched himself. That was the worst excuse he had ever made—not that he had a better one.

"SANS!" His brother's voce rang out loudly, even through the phone.

"Sans, this isn't the time for jokes! Did you…did you find her?" Toriel's voice was haggard and worn; she probably hadn't slept. None of the family most likely hadn't gotten any sleep.

"I've got good news. Kid's with me."

"How is she?!"

"WHAT!? Let the Great Papyrus speak to the human-Frisk!"

"I-is she o-ok?!"

"Sans, put the punk on!"

Sans was prepared for the onslaught of banter. He sighed silently.

"I've got her. She's, well, uh, I'd like to say she's fine, but I'd Frisk telling you a lie."

The other side exploded with rage, his puns were not going over well, but Sans shrugged. He was only trying to ease the tension, after all, the kiddo was safe and sound, he could throw a joke or two around. But he relented, trying to get serious for the next bit.

"Kid's asleep right now, otherwise I'd put her on—trust me, she needs it. I wish I could say she's 100%, but she's got some, uh, issues? Yeah, I'll call it that. That we need to work out. We'll be home in a few days. I think we both need to unwind and talk, alone."

"Sans…Do you really think that's a good idea?" Toriel asked after a bit, not accusingly, but out of genuine worry for both human and skeleton.

"I think it'll be good for us. When she regained her memories, she, uh, remembered some unsettling things from her past."

There was a sigh from the other end of the line before Toriel spoke back up.

"Alright Sans. But please be home by tomorrow. Not a day later."

Sans was fairly surprised by the leniency of the goat-mother, but grinned anyway.

"Will do, Tor. Now tell the rest to get some sleep. They've all earned it. Don't want them getting dep-rest from being too tired."

He heard a muffled snicker from the other side and Papyrus' groan to desist. Sans smirked to himself before bidding everyone a goodbye and hanging up.

With nothing left to do but wait for his kid to wake up, he turned on the TV to some kind of cartoon and watched it for a while. Eventually he got bored and shut it off, laying back down in bed. His head snapped back over to Frisk when she stirred softly in her bed. Sans let her sleep—the poor kid needed it.

He faltered slightly, realizing it might have been a few days until she had gotten a decent meal. Making up his mind to hit up a fast food restaurant that he noticed they passed a few blocks when they were walking to the motel, he got up and quietly left, his magic swirling around him as he teleported away.

He returned not long later to find Frisk curled up in her covers, shaking a bit.

"Hey kid, I thought you might be hungry, so I got some—Frisk?" He announced his return but stopped, noticing she was crying. He set the food down and quickly went to her side. "Kiddo? What's wrong?"

Frisk threw off the covers and fell into him, shaking and clinging to him. Sans was unsure of what to do. He was only gone for a few minutes, wasn't he?

The human's voice was small and soft, breaking only slightly as she told him she was sorry for crying. She continued, saying it was stupid, but she thought he wasn't going to come back. Sans pulled her closer with one arm, returning the hug, and with the other pat her on the head gently.

"Don't worry, Frisk. I'm right here. I'm not the kinda guy to just leave like that." He sighed as Frisk collected herself, rubbing away tears and trying to sniffle as quietly as she could. "Guess I shoulda left a note, huh? I thought ya would have been hungry."

As if on cue, Sans could distinctively hear the rumblings of the small human's stomach, to which she pulled away, blushing slightly. Chuckling, Sans handed her the food he had collected. Without much care, Frisk tore into it, hungrily devouring any and all food she was handed. Sans moved to go sit on his bed, content to possibly have a quick nap while his kid ate.

She stopped suddenly and looked to Sans, offering him some food. She wondered if he was hungry as well.

"Nah, kid, that stuff goes right through me." Sans said with a wink. Frisk made a face like she had heard that joke many times before, and Sans merely shrugged in response. "I don't have the guts to come up with new material, kid." Frisk rolled her eyes at that one and continued to chow down into her food.

After a while of silence Frisk looked over to Sans and asked him if she could turn on the TV.

"Heh. Sure kid, knock yourself out." He passed her the remote and she turned on the television, flipping through channels while munching on the last bit of food.

Stretching out, Sans geared himself down to take a nap, the soft sounds emanating from the set lulling him to sleep as he shut his eye-sockets. He heard Frisk say something and he cracked an eye-socket open to look over at her. She was sitting up, looking everywhere but at him, maybe a look of guilt on her face?

"What's up, kiddo?"

Frisk look incredibly sheepish, but asked if she could sit next to him. Sans cocked his head, wondering if he heard her right.

"Uh, sure, kid." He scooted over a bit as Frisk got up and sat next to him. "Comfy?" He asked, grinning down at her.

Frisk nodded slowly, eyes fixated on the screen.

There was more silence; save for the tones coming from whatever cartoon Frisk had turned to.

"Still afraid of me?" Sans asked suddenly, his voice was soft and probing, more so than he wanted it to be..

She smiled and told him only a bit. It was mostly just reimagining all the attacks. She frowned and looked back at him, telling him how much she wished she could forget.

"Me too, kid." Sans agreed. Frisk looked up at him before leaning against Sans' side, head resting on his shoulder. Frisk asked him how much he remembered, and how much of her he knew about.

"I remember our fight, mostly. It's, uh, too memorable to forget." His voice grew a little darker, and Frisk tensed up, seeming like she wanted to pull away. "But, kid. I know none of it was your fault. We just…need to let it all go." Sans rested a boney hand on her head. "As far as how much of your past I remember, not much. Even when ya had your memory, ya never told me much about yourself. Don't sweat it too much, kid. Even before the last…uh…reset, ya were a good kid." He added after he saw the look of uncertainty on Frisk's face. She quirked an eyebrow up at him in disbelief and Sans gave her a pat on the top of her head reassuringly. "Really, kid, at that point, you were headed down the right path." He chuckled at his own joke as Frisk rolled her eye but let out a small snort anyway.

He heard Frisk mumble that she was glad he forgave her, but she wondered if she could forgive herself for everything.

"Kid. It's all in the past. At this point, we both really need to let go. Forgive yourself. After all, you forgive me, right?" He asked, hopefully.

Frisk turned to him and nodded fiercely. She pointed at his nasal cavity and insisted that he forgive himself too. Sans chuckled and nodded.

"Of course, kiddo."

Frisk leaned back onto his shoulder and snuggled closer.

"Hey…kid." Sans began slowly. "You…the whole time, had the power to time travel—er, reset, didn't ya?"

Frisk looked up at him with wide eyes and then quickly looked away. She nodded; she still had it even. Chara had wanted to use it to reset and obtain the other six human souls.

"You…won't use it, will you?"

Frisk looked back at him and smiled, patting his hand. No, she wouldn't use it. Never again.

This would be their happy ending.

And no one, not even her, would take it away.

Sans, relieved, felt tears fall down his face.

"Heh. For cryin' out loud, Frisk. Ya really know how to tear a guy apart."

Frisk stared up at him for a beat before hugging him softly.

"Thanks kid. Thanks…"

A few hours later the two were ready to leave the motel. After convincing Frisk to take a shower (not that it took much convincing in the first place), they headed out to the nearest bus stop.

There they waited for the next bus alone together.

Sans sat on the bench nearby and pat the seat next to him. Frisk obliged and sat down, kicking her legs out, back and forth in the air idly.

"Kid. What exactly happened to you? Y'know, before I found you." Sans asked gently.

Frisk turned to look at him, a frown on her face. Then, she turned away, a look of painful remembrance on her face.

"I won't force ya to talk, kiddo, but I really want you to be able to talk to me."

Quietly, Frisk murmured that she really wanted to tell him what happened, but it was still too soon; she wished to have some time to recover from it all.

"That bad, huh?" Sans felt crestfallen. So terrible things had really happened to her while she was gone? Inwardly he cursed his inability to find her sooner.

But she smiled sadly and stated that she knew this all started since she didn't speak up the first time; she promised him that when they reunited with the family, she would tell him everything. Asking if that was a good enough excuse for now, she stretched her limbs out, popping several joints.

Sans grinned back at her.

"It's a promise."

The bus pulled up with a loud diesel-engine noise and the skeleton and human got on, picking out a seat in the back to sit together.

Eventually Frisk fell asleep, leaning up next to him.

Sans could feel himself getting sleepy as well, telling himself it would be several hours until they reached their city, so he might as well follow his kid's lead and get some more sleep while he could.

He dozed off, feeling everything right with the world for once.

"Ya feeling ok, Frisk?" Sans called to the little human as she walked with some trepidation from the bus stop.

She looked up at him nervously. What if everyone was mad at her?

"Well, kid, to be fair, you did run away. I think they're gonna be more mad that you left without saying anything and could have gotten seriously hurt than the fact that you bailed. Look. I'm right here. We'll take it one step at a time, ok?"

But what if they hated her for what she did? What if they remembered what she did?

"They don't." He stated, knowing what he had to tell her next. "But I told them, so they know—but they know it wasn't you. They know it wasn't your fault. I explained it to them, and so everyone understands." He added quickly as Frisk came to a halt, face pale with shock.

She asked him if that was a good idea. Now they would really hate her.

"C'mon kid. They don't. This is your family we're talking about. Toriel loves ya. I don't think Pap can hate anything, even if he tries. Alphys and Undyne understand, too. It'll be ok."

He grinned at her and her face softened a little.

"Promise."

She looked up to him and smiled. She would trust him.

Before Frisk and Sans had even walked up the drive to the house, Papyrus was already running to meet them.

"HUMAN-FRISK!" His loud booming voice called out in exuberance.

Frisk laughed and broke out into a run, jumping into Papyrus' open arms with a giggle. Sans watched on, his grin unable to get any wider.

"Oh, Human-Frisk! I was so worried about you! How are you? What did you eat? You must be half-starved for food cooked by The Great Papyrus!"

Undyne was next to join, ripping Frisk from Papyrus and noogie-ing the human as she held her tightly.

"Hey Punk! Think you can run away from Undyne!? Think Again!" She stopped suddenly and brought Frisk into a great bear hug. "Geez, punk. I really missed you." Tears threatened to fall from her eye. "You're such a brat…making me cry like this. Geez."

"F-frisk! We w-were so worried about you!" Alphys was next to run into Frisk, her face oozing from her blubbering. "I-I'm so glad Sans found you!"

"Frisk!" Toriel came last, tears streaming down her face. "My child. I'm so happy to see you. I thought you'd left us forever!"

Frisk ran to her, nearly tackling her mother, starting to cry too. She apologized for running away and everything that she had done. She was so, so sorry.

"It's ok. It's ok." Toriel tried to soothe, her own voice too broken to sound so. "I'm so glad you are here."

Frisk peeked over her shoulder at Sans, who gave her a wink.

"Human-Frisk!" Papyrus started, trying not to cry along with the rest. "You must tell us about your adventures! What did you see? What did you do? Where did you go?"

The others leaned in, interested to hear what she had to say.

She looked to Sans for support; he nodded slowly, encouraging her to talk.

Frisk nodded, letting go of her mother.

It was time to talk to her family

This time she was no longer afraid; eyes full of determination, she began.

Sans no longer had that nagging feeling.

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"Hey Chara."

Bright red eyes opened up to a large infinite white room. Looking around, the human got up. At her feet were a gathering of buttercups, their delicate yellow petals soft to the touch.

"Who's there?" she called out with uncertainty.

"Me, silly."

She turned around and let out a gasp.

"Asriel."

The goat-child smiled, beaming at her. He stood on a path of more buttercups that led off to somewhere unseen in the distance, obscured by a bright light.

"I told you we'd meet again." He held out a paw to her. "C'mon. It's time to go."

Hesitation enveloped the small child.

"'Go?'"

"Yup. We're no longer needed in this world."

The human thought about it for a moment.

"You…really did wait for me…"

"Told ya so."

He smiled.

"Come on, Chara. Let's go."

She returned the smile and took his paw.

"Ok."

Paw in hand, they walked into the light.

IT'S DONE! I DID IT! The first fanfic that I've finally completed!

I have a few other things planned, so if you liked this writing style, stay tuned for more stuff.

In any case, thank you all so much for reading!