Chapter Twelve~Even if you Were a Demon

A few weeks passed since the incident.

Sans never showed his face around Frisk or Chara.

Frisk tried to stay with Chara constantly, checking in on her, making sure she ate. He was worried about her. One day, the two were sitting outside under a tree, Flowey on Chara's shoulder as she hugged her legs and stared at the ground. She was deep in thought. She remembered the events after she told Sans the words 'go ahead'.

"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..." Chara sobbed. Sans widened his eyes and backed up. He teleported to his room immediately after. Frisk widened his eyes and hugged Chara tighter.

"I'm sorry I haven't been there for you... I should be the one apologizing, not you..." Frisk told her softly.

"But it's my fault... Always always my fault..." Chara trailed off.

"It's not." Frisk insisted. "And even if it was... I forgive you. Do you want me to stay with you?"

Chara hesitated before nodding.

The two eventually fell asleep, Frisk still hugging Chara.

Chara brought herself back to reality, the scene fresh in her mind. She spoke. "Frisk...?" She asked quietly. Frisk looked over.

"Hm?"

"Do you... Do you know how the people on the surface used to be?" She asked quietly, reluctant to say this.

But she felt like she had to.

"Not really..." Frisk shifted a little as he sat.

"W- Well... There was this legend. This legend that the people strongly believed in. That a child would be born to take on every human's sins, that every bad thing a human did would be the fault of this one child. The humans didn't know who it would be... They decided to choose a child at random. This went on for a long time, each time the child died a new one would be chosen. Then they chose me, and treated me the worst of all. I was born with naturally red eyes. They said it was more evidence that I was the child in the legend." Chara felt the words tumble out of her mouth one after another. "They said I was a demon, that everything bad was my fault. And it is, they're right they're right they're-"

"No." Frisk cut her off with this one firm word, stopping her in her tracks. "Even if you were a demon..." Frisk looked Chara in the eyes, and gently kissed her on the cheek. "I forgive you for what you've done."