Chapter Eleven~Go Ahead

Frisk sighed and decided to check on Chara. He stood up and knocked quietly on her door, then opened it.

And oh, what he saw.

Chara had broken part of her window, and was holding one of the glass pieces tight in her hand. Her hands were bloody, and she was sobbing silently. Frisk widened his eyes.

"Chara!" He yelled. Flowey was shaking badly, wide eyed. He didn't even know what to do, how to react. Chara flinched and looked at Frisk.

"What?" She croaked, her voice hoarse and raw.

"W- Why?! What happened?!" Frisk ran over to her, shaking.

"Just doing what I should've done long, long ago..." Chara trailed off. Frisk grabbed the glass shard and threw it off.

"No. No no no." Frisk hugged Chara tightly. "No no no!"

Sans teleported into the room and widened his eyes. "what the hell is happening here?!"

"Go away!" Frisk snapped at Sans. Sans flinched. Frisk never snapped. "You've done enough..." Frisk guessed that part of this was Sans' fault. Part of it at least.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." Chara mumbled over and over again. Frisk just kept hugging her. Chara looked at Sans. "Go ahead and do what you've been wanting to do, ever since I tried to kill Flowey. I'm waiting. Go ahead, go ahead..."