The daylight struck the ground with utter brilliance, each golden droplet shining with utter delightful light. This being on the day that marked the start of each and every one of our heroes journeys. The light acts as a simple symbol for this day of hope, focusing now on a field of golden flowers. Those that grew within the hometown of Chara, and were beloved by Asriel and Asgore in the underground as well. Within the middle of all these flowers, where the light had dodged, derelict of one space leaving it shrouded in an absolute of ebony. The flowers drooped down as if touched by a sudden illness that caused them to wither and decay, a sickness of disgust within them. What sat in the middle of the dark splat was none other than Chara Dreemurr herself. Her hand brushed through the field of flowers grasping one from nearby. She raised it to her face and simply stared at it with displeasure.
"I really am that bad aren't I. Even you guys are disgusted by my presence aren't you. And despite all this time, I had thought of myself as better. It's been 14 damn years, no more than that. And here I am, unchanged. Stiff like static. I wish I could be like her. She doesn't hold any grudges and flies by life like it's just a fun game." Chara clutches her hand as the flower squeezes crumbling within her grasp. "Yet I still remain a destructive hateful force, suppressed, but still there. That's not what I am. It is not what I want to be. It was hard to think that it was true, but not only that her whole time in life that she was wrong about humanity…"
Her body dropped down completely laid out against the flowers within her vicinity. And just for a moment she had allowed herself to be at peace, to fall away from her own thoughts. She'd never be able to go on if she stayed like this. Her eyes shut and her mind drifted astray.
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Her eyes fluttered open once more; something was wrong. Instead of her eyes being hit by the sunlight, she saw darkness. There was a seemingly absolute and all consuming darkness that spread around the area with only the dimmest of lights hitting her eyes. Her face squinting to try and focus her vision on her surroundings with limited visibility. She worried about where she had found herself, perhaps this was simply a dream?
She pinched herself and pain coursed through her. It was too real to have been a simple trick of cognition.
She slowly started to sit up from her position. Her eyes glanced around once more, having adjusted to the dark. In front of her there was a large double door, like the entrance to a medieval castle. Chara steps forward, her hands placed onto the knobs; with a sudden force she swung them both open banging against the walls she could hardly see.
Upon opening the door she would see torches that line the hall's sides. Black knights completely covered in dark and shadowy armor along the sides as well creating a singular path forward that led to a throne at the end of the hall. The vibe of the whole place was odd, it was an imitation of a kingdom, yet it seemed ruined and derelict in nature. Something foul about the place could be seen everywhere; only the most horrid would even think of staying here and not going elsewhere.
She walked through the parted knights and stared at the throne in the distance. Each step brought her closer and closer to the blurred figure of undefined ebony at the end. With each step a weight increased on her very heart, she could feel her heart beating faster than it usually had. Her steps slowed the further that she went; her mind faltering in its process. She was still just before the throne. Her eyes locked onto the more discernible form of the one who sat upon the throne. A pure wavering darkness, their eyes emitting a small glow, their form indiscernible.
"Well if it isn't the hatred of the world, Chara Dreemurr herself." The form gives off a shrill snicker with an anomalous glitchy voice. "And the greatest despising I have seen of one self, you truly are an anomaly." The beings form leaned forwards towards the visage of Chara. "I am the king of darkness, and you've sunk yourself deep enough to reach me. Impressive. Little reach such a space, and yet here you are. What shall you do now, my little darkness." The king leans back within their chair.
Chara stands there. Still. Her gaze looms over the being. Sweat dripped down her body as a strange unease came over her the more that the being had talked. Her hands shaking uncontrollably, a feeling she didn't understand overwhelmed her.
Her hands suddenly gripped tightly. Her face locked back into the uncanny smile she always had marked onto her countenance. A finger pointed towards the creature before her; then back to herself. Her thumb brushed against her neck in a line with a swift movement.
"A feeling within my body. It tells me to get rid of you." Chara spoke with an oddly psychotic tone. Her outstretched hand now has a knife within its grasp. "You are such a vile creature."
The air was still, and the stillness was suddenly shattered. An action created before any sound, or other notion of reality could be attributed to it, one fueled with an absolute emotion behind it. The hand of Chara gripped around what appeared as a neck of the horrid creature before her. She had bound out of the castle crashing through its walls.
Upon landing the dark being simply laughed as Chara lay atop them, this simple action drawing some of Chara's ire. Her knife stabbed into the head of the shadow, but it simply spread away from the impact and instead poked into the ground.
The being simply laughed gripping onto the neck of Chara and tossed her away through the air. She found herself being hit every which way exploring every corner of the darkness that lay within this place. The being felt immensely strong, this was something that she could not so easily overcome, or do so at all. The darkness felt all surmounting, a zenith that she should simply give up against.
Her conviction seemed to waver, she could feel herself faltering within the very darkness and her eyes being compelled to close shut and give in to her own demise. Yet within her very soul, her essence would refuse this fickle want within her body. Because what she had felt, she knew truly what she had wanted, she had too easily given into such things before that led to her own demise, but now she could no longer do such a thing.
CHARA IS FILLED WITH DETERMINATION.
She had been slammed to the ground once more, her body weakened from the various blows, yet a resounding red energy surrounded her visage and forced herself to move. Pushed on only by the essence of her will and her soul puppeteering her body. Slowly she came to a stand as the dark lord looked over her. The light of her essence coloring the area and erasing the darkness around her. The towering king of black before her had their form revealed, and the being was none other than… Chara?
The person before her appeared to be a more mature version of herself standing at quite the incredible height. Her features are somewhat distorted to be monstrous. A crown of ebony stars floating around her head. Yet her attire felt more divine in appearance, fancifully similar to older fashioned clothing. The other version of herself pointed towards her.
"As you can tell Chara, I am you. All that darkness, all that hatred you've welled inside. Since you've gotten back up once more you can choose to keep fighting me but…" She would smirk. "That's not going to get you very far. But perhaps you will win, I will be erased. And everything that went to make me will disappear. All those memories, all those hardships vanished." She spun around the blade in her hand and stabbed it into the ground beside her.
"Now then, I'll be waiting for your next movement, fallen angel."
Chara would pause with confusion covering her countenance. She looked within the eyes of her other and her other looked back. Chara could barely hold eye contact with them as a strange unnerving feeling crept onto them making her head turn to the side. Now she could only ponder.
Within her instinct everything within her would scream to simply destroy the girl in front of her, take away everything bad about her and be born anew that way. She didn't need all the struggle, all the negativity that she had. She could be a perfect version of herself. She could be more like… her, Frisk. But yet when she thought about it more.
Would that even be her?
Within her mind memories surged through her mind, throughout her cognition it would suddenly pause on a moment. One of the earliest memories within her life, and also the worst. One of the reasons why she even went to the mountain.
Chara was sitting on her knees as a small child within the middle of her bedroom. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared up at her father. The only thought in her mind is "Why does everyone hate me?" and "Do I even deserve to live?" Her eyes had suddenly opened up once more as she felt a sudden force slamming into her stomach. Her father had hit her. And she didn't remember much else that happened after. Though it certainly was not the first time that had happened.
Yet on the other hand her memories had surged over to something else. She felt the wind rushing past her as the ground below her became closer and closer, but a field of flowers soon came to her vision. The next thing she knew, she had been looking up towards a young goat-like boy stretching their hand out towards her.
"Are you alright? That was quite a long fall. My name is Asriel, what's yours?"
"It's Char…" And then the memory cutaway.
If all of the bad things in her life had disappeared, who would she be. She would never have fallen down the mountain, she would never have met her new family. She would never have been whole. With this thought solid in her mind, she came back to reality and looked at the other version of her inside of her. She could not take the easy way here, that was no way at all.
Chara suddenly snaps back to reality and looks back at the other version of herself. She walks up to them, her hand reels back as if ready to launch out once more. Her hand instead grasped onto the crown on the other version of her and she placed it onto herself.
"I can't get rid of you, but I also can't give in to you. Instead I will simply keep you. But now I am wearing the crown." Chara had a bright smirk covering her countenance now.
The other at first had an appearance of shock covering her face, but in the next her face was overly grinning with a monstrous appearance. Her head reeled back with laughter after hearing Chara. The blade disappeared from the ground. And the features of the other Chara started to disappear as she had become pure shadow now. Instead Chara would realize that the features of the other had transported onto herself. She looked at her hands, and then unto the other.
"I am glad that you're… we're finally happy."
Suddenly everything went completely black once more. Her eyes fluttered open once more. The sun was now glittering over where she lay within the bed of flowers. She slowly sat up once more, her eyes gazing around herself. The flowers around her flickered with life; a small darkness coating them. Now she seemed pleased.