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Chara couldn't decide what was worse, the sound of bombs going off, or the sound of a thousand guns going off all at once. Either way the noise rattled them to the core. They peeked up from their hole, gripping their rifle like it was a life line. Bombs blew, guns fired, the ground was trembling beneath their feet and the air was raining dust. Chara shivered, dust. Why did there have to be so much dust.

"Fall back!" they heard a familiar voice shout above the gun fire. All around them, their fellow combatants ran for cover, but Chara still stood there, holding onto the gun tighter. Peeking over the mound of dirt they were beginning to call home, they fired off a couple rounds. They fell like dominoes. Chara decided that killing humans was much more satisfying than killing monsters. With humans they left behind carnage, like a warning sign to other Humans, with monsters it was harder to tell if it was monster dust, or gun powder.

"Dreemur! Did you not hear me?! I said fall back!" the voice shouted again, but Chara ignored it. Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen. The numbers got higher as more of their bullets found their marks.

"Dreemur!" the voice screamed, but it was too late. A grenade fell beside Chara's boots, and before they could say "Fuck," it exploded.

Chara doubted they had ever felt such pain, their entire left side felt like it was on fire, and the battle sounded like it was under water. Why? Why was this stupid war even happening? Where had it all gone wrong? Well, Chara couldn't answer that question, they weren't alive roughly two-thousand years ago, but they did know why the second war had begun, and it still made their chest hurt.

Two years ago

"Chara, why did you climb the mountain?" Asriel asked from his spot, perching on one of the Ruins' pillars. Chara stared numbly at a wall opposite them. The little sunlight that made it down to this section of the ruins was illuminating the two siblings, as different as they were. Asriel was some sort of humanoid goat creature, with fur as white as snow, and eyes the color of oak. He had soft features, and a natural, friendly smile. Chara, on the other hand, was human, with messy chestnut hair that only made it down to their shoulders, the ends uneven and ragged. Their eyes weren't quite as human as the rest of the child. They glowed an unearthly shade of crimson, like sunlight through blood. Chara's skin was naturally pale, except for their face, which was flushed in an eternal blush, as if someone had just said something embarrassing to the child. Despite the physical difference, someone watching would've known they were siblings. Matching sweaters of green and yellow, along with a certain aura of kinship that surrounded the pair.

"Why does anyone jump into strange holes that show no bottom or way back up?" Chara questioned and Asriel just gave them a confused look. Sighing, the older child answered their own question, "To disappear Azzy." The air hung quiet for a few moments.

"But, why?" Asriel asked again, and Chara sighed.

"The humans up there, they're not kind. They hated me, Asriel. That's all that humans know how to do, is to hate. They hated the monsters, and once the monsters were gone and they didn't have them to blame anymore, they hated each other. Humans just destroy thoughtlessly, and then move onto their next victim, and that doesn't exclude anyone or anything." they told their younger brother. Asriel stared thoughtfully at the hole in the ceiling that allowed sunlight to flow down to the earth.

"I don't think all humans are that bad," he muttered and turned to look at Chara, "I mean, you're not like that, so there has to be some good humans, right?" he smiled. Chara laughed quietly, finding their brother's train of thought ridiculous. Could he not see that Chara was the worst of all? Then again, he was a few years younger, perhaps humouring him would be a good idea?

"Maybe you're right Asriel, but that doesn't change the fact that the ones I knew were evil, and would rather see me dead then see me at all." Chara mumbled, suddenly standing.

"Chara-" Asriel began, but Chara held up their hands.'

"Shhhh!" they hissed. There it was again, the ceiling shook, rocks and soil tumbling loose from the cavern. Chara stared at the blank white canvas that prevented them from seeing the sky, but still let sunlight in, and watched as cracks began to form in it. The barrier burst into nothingness, and gunfire exploded into the clearing the siblings stood.

"Run!" Chara yelled, grabbing Asriel and shoving him down the tunnels that led to Home, ignoring the bullets that tore into their back as they ran.

Chara's eyes snapped open, they didn't even remember falling asleep, but now found themselves somewhere completely unrecognizable. They appeared to be in a tent made of plain white cloth, which was weird because the Monster's tent's were all regulation Purple. The tent was complete darkness except for the lantern burning on a table next to the cot that Chara lay on, again, that was weird since Monsters didn't have lanterns, they much preferred fire magic. Chara tried to blink away the blurriness of their vision, and more of their situation came into focus.

Their left arm was in a sling, and their legs were both wrapped tightly in bandages. They had a suspicion that there were bandages on their head too, but there was no way for them to be sure. Another thing that worried Chara, bandages. Monsters did not bandage wounds, they instead healed them with healing magic in mere minutes, but here they lay, wrapped up like they'd just had a visit from Muffett. Also, the silence. In the monster camp it was never silent, someone, something was always moving, talking, laughing. Even on the darkest of nights, someone was having a party, Chara admired the Monster's ability to keep up hope. However, here it was dead silent except for the ringing in Chara's ears. Suddenly they heard shifting from the front of the tent and nearly had a heart attack when they saw who entered. Not who, what entered. A human.