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Authors Note!
Welcome! Just as a headcanon, Chara is male and Frisk is nonbinary. This story DOES contain darker themes of violence, but not detailed gore. I'll post at any triggers at the top, if they are needed in the current chapter. Enjoy!
~Puffin
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Prologue
"I bet you can Reset, if you tried REALLLLY hard. C'mon Frisk. You can do it. Use that determination for something fun..." The creature's mop of dark hair almost covered his eyes. Black scleras peered out at Frisk from under the mop of tangled locks. Chara's smile stretched with expectancy, though it was a smile far from kind. To Chara, kindness was useless. Frisk usually gave in to the creature's demands, it was for the best. It was just another reset. Nothing out of the ordinary. For Frisk, nothing stayed the same for long. The routes, the genocides, they all mixed together into a soup. By this time, Frisk knew it all. Every line, every fight, every slight change.
"So, go ahead and R E S E T." Chara drawled, his voice like poison. His arms crossed over his chest, eyes staring at the child in front of him.
"Please... Chara... I.... I can't! I swear! I don't have control! I can't..." Frisk's body trembled, their eyes widening. They expected Chara to lash out at them, an violent fit that would consist until Frisk had agreed to reset. Chara's feet slid over the black abyss, his eyes piercing every atom that was in Frisk's body. Frisk stumbled back with a hiss, slipping onto the floor. They watched as Chara headed over, their body freezing.
"Liar." Chara hissed, his lip curling in disgust. Frisk watched as Chara's hand slipped to his pocket, the demonic creature's small fingers grasped the handle. "Why? Why do you insist on fighting this?" Chara's voice turned to a cold calm, his brows narrowing at Frisk. "You've been so cooperative, until now..."
"Chara... Chara, please... Listen to me. I don't know what happened... I... I don't have the save file!" Frisk protested, blood roaring in their ears and their heart almost escaping from his chest.
"FINE. I try to be NICE to you, but... I'm quite tired of being so nice." Chara moved closer, and Frisk tried to stumble up from the floor. Frisk's breath hitched in their throat, fists clenching at their sides. Chara tightly gripped the knife, his dirtcaked boots moving smoothly on the black abyss. A grin split across Chara's face, a grin that quite literally stretched from ear to ear.
"Chara... Believe me, please..." Frisk had been hurt countless times, not just by Chara, but by every monster they had to fight. That didn't mean they liked it though, and Chara was more brutal than any monster could ever be. "Its gone! I swear, I promise that I don't have it!" Frisk protested, but they knew that reason was useless to Chara.
"Liar... You're just making this harder for yourself... And way more fun for me."