Quick Author's Note:
I thought I might as well post this fanfiction here as well since I made this account years ago and never used it... So just some quick notes on this:
Frisk and Chara are both males anywhere from 16-18 years old, whatever you want them to be.
Though I know you can totally get away with uploading explicit stuff on here since I see it all the time, I'm aware it's against the rules, and I'm a stickler when it comes to rules, so I won't post the explicit/sexual stuff in this version. Since, however, there's still mature themes, language and what may be considered 'graphic violence' I'll keep it rated M.
Archive of Our Own is extremely loose with what you can post content-wise, so that's where you'll find the complete story (and most likely more frequent updates).
Thank you, and enjoy, my Charisk sinners.
Blackness. That's all that could be seen; a dark, silent abyss of nothingness that seemed to possess no beginning or end.
Frisk looked around disoriented, confused, as if he had just snapped out of a long daydream. It was so dark he couldn't tell if his eyes were open or closed, or perhaps he was still unconscious, or dreaming. In any case it was causing an increasing uneasiness within him, and he focused hard to remember the last thing that happened before this.
There was nothing for what seemed like a few minutes, but then at once it all came rushing back; Flowey, Asgore, Sans, Papyrus, Toriel. He inhaled sharply and looked around frantically, realization of what he'd done and where he was hitting him like a train.
He heard a soft menacing laughter that seemed to echo off nonexistent walls. It gradually drew closer until a familiar young man with a green striped shirt, shoulder length brown hair, and crimson red eyes slowly appeared out of the darkness. Frisks heartbeat quickened and he was frozen wide eyed in fear as the boy stepped closer.
"Greetings, partner..." he said calmly with an unsettling grin. "Welcome back."
Frisk tried to control his breathing. This couldn't be happening. How could he have done this a second time? Once again the regret struck his core only after it was too late.
"W...what have I done...?" He stared down at his hands, eyes wide with disbelief. He felt like he was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Why, you've destroyed their world a second time, Frisk. And well done, I must say. This time around was even more brutal than the first."
Frisk just blinked up at him.
"You defeated him once, then went back two more times, simply out of curiosity as to how he'd respond. To remind him that his pathetic attempts to protect his world were utterly futile." Chara sent him another creepy smirk.
"N...no... I...it was a mistake, I didn't want...th-this...again..." Frisk murmured, staring down at the ground of nothingness he was somehow seated upon.
Chara raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you want to go back again?"
Frisk slowly raised his head, and Chara scoffed as he saw the other's watery eyes. "Well…I'm afraid that is not possible, for there is nothing more I desire from you."
Frisk swallowed hard and stared up at his sinister counterpart. "P-please..."
Chara just glared down at him coldly.
"Y...you mean I'm just...stuck here...forever...?"
Chara was silent for a moment, then he smiled and started with that haunting chuckle again as he slowly disappeared.
"Wait! Ch-Chara! Wait! Don't leave me here!" The soft sound of laughter echoed again before eventually disappearing. Frisk hugged his knees close, rocking slightly, and looking around the emptiness in vain. "I don't want to be alone. Please. Please, don't leave me alone." he mumbled repeatedly as tears began to roll down his cheeks.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed in this black purgatory. Could have been mere minutes, hours, hell it could have been days. There was absolutely no way to tell; nothing to give him any indication that life ever existed in the first place. And it was driving him insane.
He eventually mustered up the will to climb to his feet and walk around a bit. He doubted it'd do him much good as far as fixing anything, but it appealed to him more than sitting in one spot and brooding. He walked and walked, it didn't matter which way he went, it all led to the same place. He wandered aimlessly until his legs got tired. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. He'd never felt so isolated in his life.
He sat down again and closed his eyes. His mind was the only place he could see anything anymore. He curled into himself as he remembered times with his friends. His friends he betrayed in the worst way he possibly could. He hated himself for not doing it once, but twice. Did he value them that little? He didn't know anymore. He still couldn't believe he'd stooped so low for the sake of variance.