I wrote a Undertale fanfiction short story!!
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Chara didn't really need a body.
They didn't really need to go back to their home, either. Every fault had been placed upon them, weighing them down more and more, until sins weighed down on their neck and crawled up their back. Chara's hands were rough, nails caked with dirt, patches of bruises everywhere and eyes red from crying. What had they done wrong? It seemed that from birth Chara was marked for hateful hisses and spiteful tongues. And every little flaw in them was picked out, yet others had them and were loved.
And then they couldn't take it.
The old legend of Mount Ebott was pretty appealing to them. Those who climb the mountain never return, so they said. And Chara didn't want to return. They wanted to be far, far away. As long as they would never be seen again, known as a child of sin and hate. A vessel to put all horrible thoughts on. Something to keep all 'pure'. Something to place 'demons' upon. Something...pathetic, and cruel.
But Chara didn't mean to fall.
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And years after that, they fell. Frisk. This child was much different, loved by all despite having been abandoned. Frisk spared everyone, and valued the lives of monsters. Even those who tried their hardest to tear their life away eventually became Frisk's friend, going from calling them horrible to calling them wonderful. The one thing Chara never had. Only Asriel was there for them.
So when they got the chance to take Frisk's SOUL, they did. And they laughed as little Frisk tried to save the world they had once destroyed, befriending everyone again and trying to right their wrongs. But from experience, Chara knew this wouldn't happen. They would never, ever be fully loved again. They could never make it all better. Ever.
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Chara didn't really need a body.
They didn't really need to go back to their home, either. Every fault had been placed upon them, weighing them down more and more, until sins weighed down on their neck and crawled up their back. Chara's hands were rough, nails caked with dirt, patches of bruises everywhere and eyes red from crying. What had they done wrong? It seemed that from birth Chara was marked for hateful hisses and spiteful tongues. And every little flaw in them was picked out, yet others had them and were loved.
And then they couldn't take it.
The old legend of Mount Ebott was pretty appealing to them. Those who climb the mountain never return, so they said. And Chara didn't want to return. They wanted to be far, far away. As long as they would never be seen again, known as a child of sin and hate. A vessel to put all horrible thoughts on. Something to keep all 'pure'. Something to place 'demons' upon. Something...pathetic, and cruel.
But Chara didn't mean to fall.
--
And years after that, they fell. Frisk. This child was much different, loved by all despite having been abandoned. Frisk spared everyone, and valued the lives of monsters. Even those who tried their hardest to tear their life away eventually became Frisk's friend, going from calling them horrible to calling them wonderful. The one thing Chara never had. Only Asriel was there for them.
So when they got the chance to take Frisk's SOUL, they did. And they laughed as little Frisk tried to save the world they had once destroyed, befriending everyone again and trying to right their wrongs. But from experience, Chara knew this wouldn't happen. They would never, ever be fully loved again. They could never make it all better. Ever.
